Angelique Lewis Novels & Stories

Noticing that Miranda wouldn’t acknowledge her words, Angelique placed her Chanel bag gracefully onto the table, sat down majestically, and ordered in a cold voice, “When I become Mrs. Grayson, you will be the first person I’ll get rid of. Now, pick up the damn phone and call your boss. I dare you to keep your business partner waiting.” Angelique crossed her right leg over the left one and drummed her fingers on the table while admiring her freshly painted nails lazily. It was as if she was carelessly relaxing in her bedroom, save for the expensive clothes adorning her plastic surgery body.

Pavitra said, unbothered. The bell rang. It was Angelique’s movers with her things. She directed them to her room, and they set about unpacking. While they arranged her wardrobe and positioned the furniture, Angelique returned to the university’s main block. She stood before the diamond board and read to herself, the names of the five S-Class students from bottom to top. - Ryan Jay Williams - Alejandro José Diego Carvajal - Cornelia Harley Meier - Suhee Park - Juhoon Harris Feng-Choi — number one on Forbes, huh? Not for long, she thought, a cold smile tightening at the corner of her mouth. I’ll make sure I ruin every part of you, make you suffer, seize everything from you, and then kill you.

Alex and Jessica both were warriors and were dedicated to the Pack. Lacie went with black leather pants, a lace black top with a cami underneath and black heels. Lily was sporting a green leather mid-thigh dress with short sleeves and black ankle boots. Monica was all black – black mini skirt with black corset style top and black heels. I chose my signature black skinny jeans, black tank with my black leather jacket and black leather heeled boots.

I finally said that I would and now we were on our way to Paris, to meet up with her at her condo. She was my grandfather's sister, Eliza Brinx, she was a fashion icon and the most adnired family member in the Brinx line of work, she was the prettiest woman I've ever seen in all my life, even at the age of fifty, Eliza was a remarkable being, she was a model and also an entrepreneur. She was my favorite person in the entire world. "Why do I allow you to take me out of the US?" Elijah asks, scanning the busy streets once we got out of the car, outside of Eliza's condo building.

She offered him a gentle smile before stepping forward to bow low before the queen. "Your Majesty, with all due respect, we have traveled a long way to be here, and we only wish to see for ourselves whether our packmate is well," she said calmly and humbly, keeping her head bowed and gaze averted. Layon watched the queen examining Angel, watched the way her brow raised and her face turned to a deep scowl. "And you are?" "Angel Hale, Silverdale omega, Your Majesty,"

Yes Enzo has made my womanhood feel things that I’m curious about exploring but he had no rights. “He’s wrong, I am hungry,” I told her, I’m not even going to bother with explaining myself to anyone let them think what they want. Today I put myself in a box and conceal it, today I’m no longer myself. I'm Dwayne Isla Martagos daughter, a classy lady that doesn’t misbehave or speak her mind. She just smiles and agrees and does what she’s told, including meeting my fiancé. “What can I get for you?” Selma asked.

“It is said that a day will come when an emerald green will take all that blue holds dear. Eye will meet one, and the war will never cease to end.” The Alpha’s mother said, looking at the green eyed slave, her name was Liana. “A twine or bound, one unbreakable, as her name would mean. And the reign of him who rules will be with her.”

“Thank you for honoring my invitation, Your Highness.” Alpha Kael bowed again, his gaze fixed on me. “And if I may ask, who’s the lady beside you?” I felt Clinton stiffen beside me, but I kept my eyes on Alpha Kael, who was still smiling. With a fake smile plastered on my face, I cooed, “I am Natasha Jones, the King’s distant cousin.” I lied. Alpha Kael hummed, nodding slowly. “You’re welcome to my pack, Lady Natasha.” He bowed dramatically before shifting his attention to Clinton. “Please, have a seat.”

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

Olivia asked staring at Alex, "I'll kill you if you did." "I haven't... yet,” he replied mockingly. “What is…?” "Nothing,” they all answered at once. “Does it have something to do with my virginity?” “What the fuck, Alex ?!” Olivia shout. “Abigail, stop talking for Christ's sake.” “Why the hell are we talking about this?” Mark asked horrified. "Thanks to her grandfather, there's a person behind Abbie,” Alex began to say, "The day I rescued her, some guys in a black SUV came looking for her. Her grandfather sold her to an organized group, the leader is named Nicola Recc.”