Angelica Stranger Novels & Stories

Just then, Angel rushed in. I choked on my saliva, my pupils dilated. “An…Angel, what are you doing here? I…I…mean, you are…up?” I squeaked. “Hey sis!” She muttered cheerfully, strutting towards me with her hands wide open. “I'm really sorry about your miscarriage!” She whispered softly into my ear as we embraced. I swallowed hard before responding with a thanks. She was supposed to be with Luis, not up and running with Ace. And if Ace reclaimed her, where was Luis? I wondered rhetorically.

Angelica supplied before I could answer, and I jolted, surprised to hear her speak after so long. "So that's how you weaseled your way into a den of dogs." The witch sneered, but this time she wasn't looking at me. She was positively seething with loathing as she stared down Angelica, her eyes looked as if they'd burst into green flames at any moment. "This woman is a traitor and wanted for the murder of the High Priestess. Bound to never lie, her tongue will never again slather or dispute her cold-hearted intentions. Yet once again, she ropes a child into her schemes." She spat, gesturing towards me. But her eyes never moved. "Our Priestess bound that curse to you in her final moments, and

Clutching her father’s hand, Anita proceeded down the aisle, her heart beating erratically in her chest. She stared ahead and saw the Stranger standing there, splendid and breathtaking, in a white Armani suit. His friend was standing behind him. The Stranger’s eyes never left mine as I walked toward him. And it felt like walking towards my doom. Anita took a deep breath; her insides turned somersaults, her thighs shook, and her legs turned to jelly. She stumbled, and the Stranger reached out and grabbed her before she fell. “Oops, sorry.” She was embarrassed. Mr. King looked down at her.

"Only Jack Weston has a caretaker. To any other persona you are an assistant, alright?" I gave a brief nod as I walked to the stranger at the door. I gave a small curtsey and extended my hand. "A pleasure, Sir,” I said, smiling. “I'm Anna Walton and I'll be your new assistant." He took my hand and squeezed it gently. "I'm Arthur Weston, and the pleasure is truly mine. Thomas!" He said looking past me. "Where did you find such a lovely girl? She's perfect! I need to set up my equipment immediately."

As if bewitched by Aiora, she welcomes Ellthan's big hand. The melodious accompaniment of piano and violin did not make Aiora stop nervous. He felt the heat when he was close to Ellthan, especially with his body clinging to Ellthan. Aiora puts her hand around Ellthan's neck. Meanwhile, Ellthan grabbed her waist possessively. After all these years Ellthan was again able to stare into those brown eyes deeply. Dive into Aiora's alluring brown eyes. "Chrisella Aiora Douglas." Ellthan said quietly which made Aiora look at him in surprise. So far, no one knows about his first name.

"I have never seen you before and you dare speak to me harshly. What the hell are you talking about?" The stranger scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You are with Damien Rolas because of his money, right? Name your price. I will give you whatever you ask for and in exchange, you quit working for him and stay away from him forever." Melissa stared in shock at the stranger. "Who the hell are you and what gives you the right to talk to me like that?" The stranger chuckled. "I know your type. You really do not have to pretend. I promise your secret is safe with me. Name your price, I will give you the money and you will do as I have said."

But when she arrived, it wasn’t Brian waiting for her. It was a woman. The stranger was striking, with sharp features and an aura of power that made Angela’s skin crawl. She sat across the table, her dark eyes piercing through Angela like she could see every fear, every doubt. “Who are you?” Angela asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The woman smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “My name is Gianna,” she said, her tone smooth and unhurried. “And I’m the reason you’re here.”

I handed it back to him without looking at him. “There,” I said, trying to sound indifferent, as if this was just another regular moment in my day. “I’ll call you,” he promised, his smile almost mischievous as I turned to leave. “And I’m Evan by the way” he called out,But I didn’t feel like I was walking away from a stranger anymore.

She looked around one last time before she exited the building with tears threatening to fall. ....................................... ( The following day ) Ivy threw her head back as she sighed, her driver pressing the horn repeatedly, they were heading home from an hectic day at work and there seemed to be a hold up at the front. Something suddenly caught her attention from the far corner of her eyes , she turned her head towards the side glass, her eyes glued on a stranger walking a sleek black cat along the sidewalk. A familiar thrill ran down her spine, could it be? Taking a deep breath, she bolted out of her car and approached the familiar stranger. " Hey there!" Ivy called out, her he

It was too fast for me to decipher but enough for me to catch. Jealousy. “Who's this?” “Honestly, I don't know—” “What do you mean by you don't know? There's a girl tagging along with you—” “We just met actually, my Mum just decided I needed to bond with some stranger. That's it.” Angelica huffed. Barbie glared at her in disbelief. Ahh… I see. “Hi, Barbie—” “My name is Elana, you're not allowed to call me that.” she cut in sharply.