Angela X Tom Novels & Stories

My brain stalled and I saw Angel’s face tighten with confusion, like he was trying to process who Tomas was to me, and what the hell he was doing interrupting this. But me? All I could think was that Rowan and Adriana had the fucking audacity to show up here. I exhaled sharply, barely resisting the urge to punch a wall as I turned to Tomas. “I’ll be right there,” I told him, and he nodded at Angel before disappearing as silently as he came. Angel’s eyes snapped back to mine. Only this time around, they weren't flooding with heat and desire like before. They were cold and calculating. “You wanna tell me what that was?”

I sit up and push the ball to the side. "Hey, look who's going out!" Ted suddenly exclaims and walks to the window. The other guys are busy with the game and clearly don't give a fuck. I walk to the window and see Angel walking out of the house with a bag hanging on her shoulder. I can't believe that I thought her name was Madonna. I blame that little asshole tied to the chair. "Damn! She looks hot" Ted says after a whistle. I glare at him and turn my attention back to the walking figure.

she explained "I understand," Camila said and took the list from her and pretended she was going through it "About the party, did you tell your husband about it?" Camila asked and Olivia lowered her head recalling how the previous night went. Her husband returned home and acted angry just like Camila had told her and his anger cooled off after changing into the clothes Camila told her to wear when he was acting angry "I would talk to him about it today" She promised feeling she can trust Camila "Does Ethan have a pool in this house?" Camila asked

Swiftly but gently, he slightly pushed her inside and shut the door behind him. "There are a thousand things I could do, Laura." He said huskily. "You are mine and I would never let another man have you." "Are you crazy?" "For you carrot, I can be." He replied. "I am getting married to Dexter and that's final." She said stubbornly. His face softened and he wore a hurt expression. "Angel," he said softly coming close to her and she stood her ground, though held her breath.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

"Why shouldn't I? You're just a woman who sneaked in without an invitation. Who knows if you're here to steal something? Take off that necklace! What if Mrs. Holden sees it and gets upset?" Angela reached for the necklace again. This time, I couldn't protect it. She ripped it off my neck, sending me tumbling to the floor. Someone stepped on my wrist, sending sharp pain up my arm, but I forced myself to curl up to shield my stomach. Others quickly joined in, eager to throw me out of the banquet hall. Struggling, I began, "I'm Daniel's..." Before I could finish, Angela slapped me hard. "Were you about to say you're Mr. Holden's mistress?"

Poor Angela struggled in her wheelchair, shouting on top of her lungs but he didn't care not one bit, her face grew redder and redder by the minute. “Alright, that's enough!” I shot to my feet, rounding the table but before I could get closer to snatch the phone from him, his smile fell. Uh oh. “Dr Rueben?” He said in disbelief, his eyes shifting back to his sister. “You're seeing your doctor? A man whom you just met?” Huh? Even Caterina turned at the statement. “Jesusfuckingchrist,” Angela muttered, scrubbing a hand over her face “We are not dating, dickhead. Now, give it back!”

Angela had requested one of her friends back at the pack house to set her up with a guy in the States and she did it for her. Angela had no problem dating a human guy, but the problem was she had to tell him the secrets of the werewolves and there were chances that the person would freak out. Not everyone was like Catherine, even her mom Emma was freaked out when she found Xander's true identity. Angela knew it because her mother had given them snippets of her life before getting married to their dad. Angela stepped into the room. She shuffled through her clothes and pulled out a beautiful forest green dress. She bought it, especially for the date.

"I have no ties with Mr. Clarkson at also why did my cousin say that you will be willing to give me a loan as long as I asked you?" Tom Clarkson gaze travel up and down on Angela's slender figure then he replied in a seductive voice. "Because I'm interested in you!" Angela's face hardened and her voice talk on a chill. "I think you got you the wrong. I'm not that kind of woman who would sell for just a money. You are barking up the wrong tree, now, if you'll excuse me!" She turned and walked towards the door, but when she tried to open it, she realized it had been locked from the outside. Angela's face ocean as she turned to look at Tom Clarkson. "You!"

"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.