Angie Yonaga Novels & Stories

Angela didn't shift her focus to me, and Madonna cleared her throat and told her, "You can ask from Master Richard. But logically, you can assume the portion that will be enough for him. The remaining yam can be kept for chop later." "Okay, I got it," Angela said, as a sinister smile curled up her lips. She said, "If I should be the one to cook Master Richard's meals, I can serve him just two pieces of yam." "You wouldn't dare to starve me," I rose to my feet and strolled up to meet her. "Stand back," Angela pointed the knife at me, and Madonna's eyes widened at the sight of the knife, but I walked up to meet Angela, unfazed by her clumsily action of pointing the knife against my chest.

Yna was excited and quickly tooked her cellphone to take a selfie with Angela. While Jate was watching them from behind, the two of them was happy. Then Jate noticed Yna's beauty, indeed Yna was beautiful from head to toe. Her beautiful face, with fair and radiant skin followed by a good looking breast and shows the perfect curved of her body, and then her long legs. He acknowledged her beauty but compare to his wife, she was half of it of course. Suddenly Angela asked Jate who are silent on the whole time. "Husband can you take us a photo with the stingray from behind?"

Angel and I together, managed to convince her brother-in-law, Enzo Josiah, to set Anna free, and they opted for a divorce. So my wife has someone to call blood family and hang out with. In fact, they go to Buffalo once in a while to visit Stephie. I felt a light tap on my shoulder, awakening me from my world of deep thoughts. I was startled. “You scared me, Angel.” I complained, sitting up straight. Angel threw her weight on the sand next to me and crossed her legs. Her tender gaze shifted from my face to the golden sunset she’s been showering under. “Who would have imagined?” She commenced, grinning. Her glare became more deep and layered as she spoke.

Jackson. Angie looked defiant as ever. Her sharp blue eyes stared me down as I sat on the stool in front of the chair she was tied to. It seemed there was nothing that could break her spirit. David had tried all things, but she bore the pain like a robot. It was like she didn’t feel anything at all. And to think I had once thought she was one of the sweetest people I’d ever met. Turns out she was a devil with the face of an angel, and those are the worst kinds of devils.

IT'S OKAY NOT TO BE OKAY... Giordana. "I just wanna be like other children who can eat ice cream, cookies, meat... anything whenever they want without having to be scared of the consequences, I want my momma to stop being crying every time because of me. They say if you love someone you shouldn't hurt them right? I'm tired of hurting momma." Were the words of a six-year-old Kayla. The little girl had an atrial septal defect which was discovered when she was four. Since then her single mother had moved from one hospital to another looking for a solution which was not surgery as she had no money for that. Sadly, her daughter's case is critical and she needs surgery.

"I'm glad to see that you're all healed up." "Thank you," Rayne spoke in a tone that concealed her nervousness and I liked that. I did not want her to be intimidated by anyone. I wanted my lady to be strong. We sat down and a little while later, the door of the meeting room opened after we heard a slight knock. A lady in her early thirties walked inside. She had long dark brown hair, bronze skin, and hazel eyes. 'A Middle Eastern beauty,' I read Rayne's thoughts. I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers.

Is all fine, Milly consoled her and told her to cheer up that she too lost her father Now that I truly know why you were angry with Naya, and me, I was thinking that you too were still fighting and having a little misunderstanding because of the prince Cry no more my dear and wiped off your tears On the other hand, Angela was already taking care of Naya in her apartment, she locked her door so that no one will be able to come in and see what she was about to do, she striped Naya half-naked aked then decided to carry out treatment on her She was placed on a little mat and the great physician started by placing a white tiny candle around her and she then consulted the gods to appreciate him fo

Mrs Garcia asked "Well, someone needed to do something about the marriage," Mrs Carter replied and Mrs Garcia instantly got angry "You two face double-crossing piece of shit. How could you do that?" Mrs Garcia cursed "Language Mrs Garcia. You are a lady and ladies don't speak like that," she teased Mrs Garcia launched towards her in anger but the guard immediately held her back preventing her from touching Mrs Carter. "Oh dear," Mrs Carter said laughing "You will not get away with this, I promise you," Mrs Garcia yelled at her as the guard held her back

It was her passion to do so, and she was glad her Asian parents didn’t talk her out of it or convince her to do something else. At 25, she was working with most of the big fashion brands in New Jersey, and that’s how she met Alyona. Her almond-shaped eyes were a deep shade of brown. Her high cheekbones framed her face perfectly, giving her a strikingly sculpted appearance. Her long, silky, jet-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, adding to her enchanting presence. She stood at 5'9" with a svelte and toned figure, and her every movement was a testament to her poise and confidence.

“Guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” Milena’s throat went dry. She didn’t want to find out. Not at all. “Relax, cupcake,” Angie said with a smirk. “If he was going to kill you, he’d have done it already.” Milena swallowed hard. That wasn’t exactly reassuring. Angie extended a hand. “I’m Angie. One of the best fighters in the clan. Respected, feared… and not someone you want as an enemy.” Milena hesitated before taking her hand. Angie’s grip was firm, her palm calloused—nothing like the hesitant, weak grip Milena offered in return.