Novel & Cerita Angelica Stranger

Luna and Grayson turned to face the small gathering as Helena stood, prepared to give a toast. "I'm not good at emotional speeches," Helena began, "but Luna and Grayson have inspired me to try. Six months ago, we were strangers brought together by tragedy and secrets. Luna had just discovered she had sisters. Grayson was uncovering the truth about his family's crimes. I was consumed with revenge."

“You must be the notorious Catherine Duncan, Hunter's temporary wife.” Bella lined up with me in an instant. “Her name is Catherine Thorne, and I would watch my tongue if I were you.” “Bella.” I gave her a meaningful look. I was perfectly capable of fighting my own battles. Back straightened, I looked at the woman in front of me. “And who are you?” A cold smile stretched across her face. “I'm Linda Pelligrini.” She inched closer and locked her eyes on mine. “You may not know who I am, but I'm sure you've heard about my cousin… Arianna.”

Gravel crunches beneath the tires as we turn onto a narrower path, trees closing in on both sides. Panic claws its way up my chest. “This isn’t the way home,” I whisper. “No,” he agrees calmly. “It isn’t.” The car stops. The forest presses close, shadows tangled and thick. The stranger kills the engine, leaving only silence. He turns to me fully for the first time. His eyes, sharp and gleaming in the dark, lock onto mine. “Everything you thought you knew about your life,” he says slowly, deliberately, “is about to change. Just wait. Be patient. Patience, Lisa, patience.”

She didn’t ask for details. She was folding his jacket when the photo fell out. At first, she didn’t even recognize what it was. The print was old and slightly creased, the edges curled. She picked it up, flipped it over. And froze. It was Elias. Younger, maybe by a few years. Clean-shaven, sitting on the hood of a car, his arm slung around a woman with long braids and a half-smile that said she knew secrets. Maya stared at it for a long time.

Sanjana was dead to everyone. “Sanjana, whatever happens, happens for a reason. Maybe this is what destiny wants for you. Don’t get me wrong—but if the world believes Sanjana is dead, then let her be. Let Sanjana die. Today, Sanjana ends, and Samantha begins. From now on, you are Samantha Blake —my elder brother’s daughter. Is that okay with you?” Uncle gently caressed my palm and wiped my tears with his handkerchief.

Someone had taken the burner phone and her grandmother’s letter, just as they had taken the abortion pill before. But who? Anna had no idea who it could be, and the uncertainty made her unease deepen with every passing second. But she was sure of one thing: the person was inside the mansion. The thought of the other abortion pill hit her suddenly. “Shit! The other abortion pill,” she muttered. Her body jolted, and she sprang to her feet, racing to the edge of the left side of her bed. Dropping to her knees, she bent down and lifted the frame with trembling hands. Her eyes scanned the spot underneath, darting quickly as her heart pounded.

He stared at me and gulped. Meanwhile, Samuel muttered to himself near the haystack. “What’s going on? Where’s Fiona? I already turned it to the highest setting, so why haven’t I heard anything from her yet? I’d better give her a call.” The rugged man froze. He took the phone out of my tracksuit bottom and switched it to silent mode. “You’d better stay quiet. Don’t let your boyfriend overhear you. Otherwise, this won’t stay a secret anymore.” He had left me feeling breathless for a long time. I felt like I could no longer hold back as the tingling sensation continued to escalate.

Hermosa POV The expensive perfume of the stranger filled the air—it was strong, commanding. He was definitely an Alpha. Maybe he mistook me for one of the whores. Moon Goddess, I wasn’t even one. I needed to find help for Cammy before she died—if she wasn’t already dead. What have I gotten myself into? I breathed heavily. “Did you come here to mope?!” the stranger’s voice thundered, snapping me out of my thoughts. “No!” I replied quickly, startled by his harsh tone.

“So, where are you from? Amazing.” “Here’s another one. “ Where are you from” is the same question everyone asks. I don’t mind answering if you don’t think about how your father and uncle molested you. Yeah, well, a little tough Angelica May survived. California, I smile and answer the stranger next to me, who’s been trying to get into my pants for the last half hour. I’ve always wanted to go there. The stranger says. Yeah, with an attitude like that, you’re gonna have a good time. I think to myself.