Angela X Roland Novels & Stories

"At least give a name! I'm sure it won't hurt!" Breaking out of whatever trance he was in, Xander nodded with a smile. "Fine then. Her name is Angela. Angela Fowlson. She's the prettiest woman I know." "Even prettier than me?" Soralina pouted, pretending to be hurt which only brought out laughter from Xander. "No one is more prettier than my Agatha and Soralina." Leaning forward, Xander tapped her button nose with the tip of his finger, turning into a giggling fit.

“How do you plan to explain this? Are you feeling sorry for this woman because she’s gotten slapped by me? I see. It’s no wonder you’ve been putting so much effort into promoting this newbie to the public. It turns out that you’re having an affair with this b*tch?” Roxy covered her clothes and stood up. “I’m Mr. Gosling’s girlfriend. Who would want to have an affair with your husband? Besides, look at your husband. Who would fall for him?” Roxy managed to shock Roland in a sentence. He stared at Roxy with a meaningful expression. Roxy was not happy about the fact that she just got beaten, and even less so about having to admit her relationship with Roland. Thus, she could only use Zephir’s n

His grip around Angela tightened again. “Xavier…” Angela squealed. “You’re squeezing me.” She wiggled slightly in his lap, trying to get comfortable. The movement earned a low groan from Xavier. He froze. Completely. Angela blinked. Then blinked again. She slowly tilted her head back until she was looking directly into his face. “Uh…” Her cheeks turned pink. “Xavier…” She glanced downward before looking back up. “Please tell me that’s Blaze’s tail.”

she apologizes "Don't worry about it," Olivia said and called out to Derby "Please help me clean this up," she requested and Derby acknowledged She exited and returned in a few minutes to clean the broken pieces up while Camila continue to apologize to Olivia "I think we can go to the poolside," Isabella suggested "Yes, and Camila don't worry about the cup. Accidents happen. What matters the most is you were not hurt," Olivia said and led them out of the living room to the poolside

Ramon said and Xavier could hear a hint of amusement in his voice. “I don't have time for your dumb games, Ramon.” Xavier said through gritted teeth, running out of patience. Diego listened with a frown on his face. He knew Ramon damn well and he remembered that things between him and Xavier didn't end well years back. Xavier was the one who called off the partnership. “Well let's see.” Roman hung up the phone. And before Xavier could think, his phone dinged and the image of Angelina tied up on a wooden chair in a warehouse flashed on the screen.

Looking at the things in the fridge, he knew that Angela was definitely going to do this for breakfast. When the fried egg was ready and the bread was baked, Roland put it on a plate and poured out a cup of pure milk. Angela came out after washing up and putting on her clothes. Seeing that he had finished the breakfast, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows and walking over. "Can you cook breakfast?" Charles smiled. "For you, I am willing to do anything." Angela snorted coldly and said, "Are you sure you can buy me off with a meal? Will I be able to live forever if I eat this meal?"

Okay, master possessive," said Angela, getting up from her seat and wearing a thigh-high long cardigan where she only wore hotpants and a sleeveless t-shirt. After wearing the long cardigan, Angela took a small scarf bag and put her cell phone in there. "I'll go first, okay?" Angela kissed Regan's cheek and kissed her lips. After that, Angela walked away, leaving Regan there. Angela walked down the stairs and met Renata at the door of the pavilion, who was already with Roy. "Let's go," said Renata happily. They took the car to go to a fairly crowded area. Roy was driving the car, and the man looked speechless. "Where are we going?" asked Angela very enthusiastically. Ah, he really likes trav

“Roland, please.” Roland's face twisted in a snarl. “Get out. Just leave me alone.” Rosette hesitated, then fled the room, closing the door behind her. Roland collapsed onto the couch, seething with anger and humiliation. His phone buzzed with notifications, all mocking him with messages and comments about the video. Linda would pay for this. Oh, she would pay dearly. He clenched his fists, his mind consumed by vengeance. But for now, he could only nurse his wounded pride, his anger, and humiliation festering like an open wound.