Angelo Novels & Stories

she said giving Chloe a look as Chloe rolled her eyes. "Welcome to Westville High and I would just like to say you're free to beat up anyone who messes with you ok?" She said After that exchange, we were about to wrap up when I felt like someone was watching me so I turned in my seat just in time to meet a pair of Hazel eyes starring right at me. I took in his looks, tall, broad shoulders, messy brown hair, he was sitting at the popular table so I frowned before paying attention to my table.

Gerald asks now sitting on the couch, meanwhile Ana helps herself with the centre table, she didn't care less, it was glassy. "You just left your girl behind. It's unfair." Ana says in a playful manner, making Gerald chuckle. "I would never!" Gerald says stretching his hand and pulling her closer, dropping her on his laps, he drops a peck on her lips. "How is Lagos then?" Ana asks, with a small smile. "Fine! So, you are friends with the Wachukwu's?" Gerald asks looking quite inquisitive. "Not really. Let's say friend's with there friend." Ana says getting up from his laps and sitting on her own.

I instructed. "I'm on it. Now for the girl. The one you're not interested in,” he snickered. He quickly stopped when I growled. "Okay. Be broody about it. Aurelia Faith Christian is a sixteen-year-old from Eugene, Oregon. A B+ student, despite her age, will be a senior in the fall. She's on the debate and girls’ lacrosse teams at school and has multiple trophies from equestrian events. Her parents, Mary and William Christian, own and run the Christian horse ranch. And well, they are human. No connection to our kind or even knowledge of it,” he reported.

He asked an elderly woman who was sitting on a rocking chair on the porch of her house. “Ma’am, do you know a place where someone can spend the night?” “Oh yes, there should be a bar that has rooms for spending the night right down the street. I haven’t been there in a long time.” Matthew looked down the street and saw a sign that said “Hasan’s Bar and Motel.” Then he looked at the woman again. “Thank you.” “You might want to get rid of the sand before you go. Where are you from, young man?” “Omni.”

She said nervously. “Tom Adams?” Olivia and I spoked at the same time. The guy who was in front of us, was not nothing like the popular basketball player who was in charge of making my life impossible. Where years ago was blond hair and a muscular body, now there was a bald head and a beer belly. “Minister Adams.” He said correcting us “I am the minister of the largest Christian church in the city.” He looked at us with an amused smile. “I can't believe it's you!” He turned to see a pale Hillary “Honey, go drink something full of sugar, you look very pale.”

"I know I sound crazy, but you have to believe me when I say that I have a bad feeling. I know something is wrong. I need to get to him." Adam's mother thinks again about my words. It's as if I can see her thoughts processing through the black of her eyes. "Alright," she says. "Let's go. Come on." She drives us down a road I've never been on before, and it suddenly turns to dirt. I realize it's because I've never been this north of Waindale, an area close to the mountains and blanketed by dense forest. The ground is uneven and rocky, bouncing me around in my seat. When I stare out at the trees, they seem to carry on forever, never thinning out, only becoming thicker, so close that they seem

I wanted a cola cause I haven't had one in years so I decided I would have one. I watched as my waitress went outside after her shift to possibly either get in her car or whatever she was doing. I secretly followed her. I saw that she was all alone in the alley by the dumpster. I then knocked her out and put her in my car and drove off. I made it up into the woods to a cabin that wasn't far from the castle I had live in for decades. My waitress I saw her name was Suzy. I took her inside my cabin and tied her to the table all four limbs were out. I would cut her up bit by bit and eat her while she was still alive. But I wanted to keep her breathing long enough befre then. So I just left her

I greeted the giant before me. "I was coming through the city and decided to come and say hello to my favorite bartender.” He grinned before pointing to my office door. "I also have some new products in case you're interested.” George was a handsome male specimen, almost seven feet tall, with blond hair that was always well combed, happy brown eyes, and a model smile. Oh, and a body of fear, literally of fear. I guided him to the office, because he wasn’t only physically beautiful, but also intelligent, he had a tequila distillery that was beginning to sound among the shops.

He replied as he guided her waist to the melody originally springing forth from the instrumentalist. But instead of placing her hands on his shoulders, she wrapped them around his neck while cautiously reminding herself not to run her fingers through his hair. Just on her first try, she was beginning to get addicted to the touch of his smooth hair running through her fingers. Just the memories of it felt… heavenly. A little mischievous smirk played on Ava's lips as she said, “Mr. Giovanni gave me his business card to meet him in room 103, at ALFRED HOTEL. What do you say, Mr. Georgia?”

The sun was barely up when Evelyn received a message on her burner phone—a number that only a few trusted people knew. The text was brief and to the point: *Meet me at the old cathedral. Midnight. Come alone.* Evelyn’s heart pounded as she read the message. Kade didn’t waste time. The old cathedral was a relic from a forgotten era, long abandoned and shrouded in urban legend. It was the perfect place for a clandestine meeting, far from the prying eyes of The Tribunal.