Angelina Jolie Young Novels & Stories

Suddenly, a female voice called out to her. Angela froze for a moment and turned to look. It was a stunning young woman, probably in her early 20s. She had delicate features, a fresh and charming presence, and a curvaceous figure. She seemed to be a recent college graduate. Wearing a pair of white high heels, the young woman approached, her gaze carrying a hint of aggression. "And you are?" Angela thought for a moment but couldn't recall this young woman. "I'm Jennifer Abbott." Jennifer eyed Angela unabashedly. "So, you're Angela? Not much to look at, honestly. I waited so long for you, and yet your company's front desk receptionist said I couldn't see you without an appointment."

She nodded hurriedly as she gave her phone to the young lady. The maid took a few pictures of Angela as she posed while she was just seated on the swing before Angela started pushing herself, and the swing started moving. The maid hurriedly snapped other photos and also took a video. “Aunty Angela,” a soft voice, which sounded sleepy yet happy, called her, making Angela turn around and smile at her young niece. Seeing that, the maid stopped recording the video, and Angela hurriedly walked towards Princess. “Oh my baby. Have you just woken up?” Angela asked Princess as she picked her up, as she discovered that the latter wasn’t wearing a jacket. It was too early for a kid to be outside withou

Her eyes even bore a resemblance to Shane's. Angeline's beauty wasn't the delicate kind. It was radiant and striking, with a hint of aggression. Her facial features were very well-defined. With light makeup, she exuded a sense of composure. But when she was in heavy makeup and formal attire, she shone like a sparkling gem. Moreover, Angeline's background was quite remarkable. During her teenage years, she was a well-known prodigy from Oceanford. She often won gold medals in international competitions and rejected offers from major universities abroad.

Seeing Stella’s expression, Yvonne stopped talking about Diana. When they were about to leave separately, Angelina suddenly raised her hand weakly. “Um, what about me? I can take care of the children.” Stella was startled. She turned to Angelina. “Can you?” Angelina was still a child herself. Angelina stuck out her tongue playfully. “I don’t think I told you guys… I have a daughter.” Stella and Yvonne were stunned and looked at her in shock. Angelina said embarrassedly, “My child may be a little older than yours. I only learned about her later. I seem to have lost my memory before.”

she snorted. Shoot! I really didn’t want her to see me like this. What would she think of me? But it sure is evident now that she hasn’t changed a bit aka I still didn’t really like her. Angelina Young, my cousin sister, she’s just a month older than me and treats me like I’m ten years younger than her. She’s judgemental and a spoiled brat, considering she’s the only child in her family. And yes, she is nothing like her name, the word 'Angel' in her name does not provide any justification. I rolled my eyes, crossed my arms, and eyed her for a moment. She got taken aback by my actions and I silently did my happy dance.

Though he couldn’t quite focus yet, he gazed at her unblinkingly. Jolie sat stiffly, nervous she might accidentally drop the baby. “He’s so tiny… and soft,” she murmured, wonder flickering in her eyes. Her friends weren’t married or had children yet, so this was her first time holding a baby. Selena, cradling Joy, came closer and asked, “Want to hold her too?” Jolie looked at Joy, her heart melting at the sight of the chubby, rosy-cheeked little girl. Without hesitation, she reached out to take her.

she says explaining her life, leaving just me to talk and tell them more about me. "So I'm the one left," I say with a sigh, I knew I wasn't the most interesting girl, and I'm the oldest in the room. "I'm Angel, I'm twenty-three, I don't really have a family, I lived alone for a long time now, I lived in an apartment alone, and I used to have a work, and when William came into the TV it was like wow, and also I was kidnapped once," I say saying something that's intersting about me.

Little girl? In an instant Angel was offended. Did the man call her a kid to insult her? At the age of eighteen, Angel was indeed small, petite and unlike the rest of her family who were tall. Angel is short, thin with wide, clear eyeballs. Now she is wearing black shorts combined with a light blue t-shirt that is slightly oversized. From afar she looks like a boy.

"I never thought you guys would be talented detectives. So, what have you found?" Summer's fingers moved agilely again. She showed the data they had collected. "Her name is Angelica. She's 25 years old. She's a sexy outfit model," Summer reported, sounding like a professional detective. Orion's eyes widened. "What model?" "Sexy outfit! Just look at this, Uncle! She only wore bras and panties," Summer brought her phone closer to Orion. Not wanting to see the indecent picture, Orion looked away. His hand instinctively pushed Summer's phone away from his eyes.

His heart kept begging him to see her again. He had met many beautiful women and slept with them. But he has no feelings for them. He only used them for sex. “Angela Lee. Nineteen years old. Height 167, weight 56. Blood type A,” he smiled curiously, “Her blood type is the same as mine. Our hair and eye color are the same.” He moved his gaze back to Angela's picture. He loved seeing her long, straight hair dangling down to her waist. Her beautiful face, her sexy body, and her flawless white skin mesmerized him.