Novel & Cerita Angst Fanfic

ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ Wow, the business department lives up to their name, What a wonderful event did they organize, As I and Emma were strolling and having complete fun of the day A familiar yet distant voice pulled me back to the reality "Yo~ What is a Mistress daughter doing here? Wandering around shamelessly" I turned around to find a person meeting her is the last thing I wanna do but here she is . . Please follow me to support dealing with the unexpected embarrassment, with the next chapter. . "Humiliation"

I simply say while stuffing my hands in my pocket. "Dude, I hate that word," Justin mumbles, and I scoff. Soon, we see Angel's walking figure. She is humming a song with her beautiful voice. Daniel jogs behind her with an evil smirk and pokes her side, making her yelp in surprise. "Are you fucking sick?" she asks in disbelief once she sees us. How did I not notice her at school? Angel is so beautiful with her black hair and hazel eyes. I'm going soft! "Why are you following me?" she snaps.

His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance. Kram came near them with frowning eyes and lips, all the angels immediately stood up for they knew that there was something bad that happened the moment they looked at the Archangel’s expression. They slowly formed a line before him and bowed down their heads as they knelt one knee above the ground, as a respect for their superior. “What’s the matter, Kram?” Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow.

I muttered, and helped Angel up on her butt. The doctor arched her eyebrows. “You call that trying your best? Come on, you're excellent at this, your kids will be even luckier to have you as their father.” The way back to the hotel was rather quiet. “Is everything alright, babe?” I queried with a frown on my face. Angel stared out the window. “I want to go to the beach, and dance. I don't feel sexy wearing this.” She picked her dress’ fabric with her nails. As much as I wanted to laugh, I didn't want to get into her bad books.

“I’ll give you that one because you’re in shock, but next time you think you can do something like that I will knock you on your ass, boy.” “Monster!” Angela sounded outraged but I knew she wasn’t. There was a light gleaming in her eyes. She was enjoying it. “He was just being friendly…” Curling my hand around her upper arm, I tugged her towards me. “I just bet he fucking was. Why are you here Angela? In fact, I don't want to have this conversion here, go outside and wait by the bikes. Don’t fucking touch anything.” She opened her mouth to say something but Fang’s voice carried, interrupting whatever argument she was about to give. His words were loud and insistent. “Take her to the clubhous

He smells the human soap, the fear, the absence of wolf scent. Marco frowned, his eyes narrowing as he stared down at her face. "You know, for a guy heading into Gold House, you've got quite a sharp mouth on you, Angelo. And..." He leaned in an inch closer, sniffing the air near her collar. "...you smell weird. Like... sweetgrass and panic. What kind of cologne are you wearing? Or are you just terrified out of your mind?" "I'm not scared of anything," Angela lied, her voice tight and trembling with suppressed rage as she shoved a hand against his chest, trying to put distance between them.

Chapter 44 Marked WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS (GORE, SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! She was Zane Fangs, the daughter of the Alpha of Dusk Dawn Pack, 21 years old. But she was also Zinnia, Nicholas Wyatt’s woman. The very same man who she just discovered was her mate. But he is just a simple human, he might get hurt and may not be able to understand her origin.

She then volunteered to share all of her knowledge about the rig with us. The state of affairs in this place is much worse than I had anticipated. Years ago, when I was just starting out as a mercenary, I went here for another task, but a lot has changed since then. The Angels' control over the South has loosened, and in 2028, it appears that a group of Omegas fled the Rig.

I asked, hoping to start a conversation. If possible, her eyes grew brighter behind the thick-rimmed glasses. “It is God of Fury,” she said excitedly. I wasn't a fan of books but I could tell Angela was really into that lifestyle. “What is it about?” "Okay, so..." She closed the book, narrating animatedly about two polar opposite male characters who are the epitome of, ‘grumpy x sunshine,’ according to her. She told me how great their chemistry was even though one kept denying his feelings because he hated himself. I watched her gesture wildly as she explained that her favorite character was Nikolai even though she related more with Brandon.

Stefan quickly schooled his features and straightened his posture. "We are solving the puzzle," Nichelle turned towards Angela and shreiked happily. Angela's astounded eyes whipped to Stefan. "Who could have guessed the widely feared gangster is a fanboy," her voice held a teasing tone as she wheeled her chair beside Nichelle. Stefan cleared his throat, feeling the old blush returning but this time due to embarassment. His brows furrowed slightly. "I am not a fan. She..she insisted," he lied. Angela bought his lie.