Novel & Cerita Cast Of She's No Angel

Sandra paced her opulent room, the plush carpet muffling her agitated footsteps. The moonlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting an eerie glow on her surroundings. She clutched her phone, waiting impatiently for the call she had placed to connect. Finally, a deep, gravelly voice answered, breaking the silence. "What is it, Sandra?" the voice growled, laced with impatience and anger. Sandra's lips curled into a sneer. "It's Andrea," she spat, unable to mask the venom in her tone. "That pathetic human is ruining everything. She was never supposed to be Luna. That position was meant for me."

she sniffs looking at him close his eyes as his head fell low. "No..no..no..wake up,"she screams letting her tears fall out as she couldn't hold it anymore, hugging him tight she screams while she she cries out aloud "You said that you would be with me," she screams with her aching dry throat ,her tears falling uncontrollably. "Please.....,"she hugs him tight against her chest "Please,"she screams crying out loud. ~flashback ends~ Xing sits in front of the mirror looking at her image, her two maids are seated behind her. Unpinning her hair they let her long black straight hair fall over her back.

She turned around staring at the hallway in which she came out from her mind slowly drifted back to what she wore as she walked out of the room. She was barely putting on a bra and a short crazy jeans, short enough to see half of her butt. Yes Angella is extremely crazy but is she having an Affair with Christian?

Damian glanced at the green eye beauty and smiled, trying his best not to be disappointed. “Excuse me, Don, but we are missing Angel, thought he would be here for this.” “No, we are not.” Damian tuned to the gorgeous woman, who smiled. God, her voice was so soothing and sweet and he had to groan as the mental image came to mind of her beneath him, screaming in pleasure in NOT that sweet voice. “I’m Angel,” she said, holding out her hand to him, which he numbly took. That was not what he was expecting by any means. “Please, everyone sit.”

She finishes her look with a pair of black wedge heels. “Jack, Simon, Anya, this is my boyfriend Grant and his best friend and assistant Ellis.” “Nice to meet you.” We all say and then they take their seats next to Angel, Simon is next to her, Jack is next to Simon and Anya takes the seat next to Ellis who pulls her chair for her like a true gentleman. I help Angel back into her seat and lean over to whisper in her ear. “Are you up to something by any chance?” “Whatever do you mean?”

"We wanna party!! Theo, Sia, Jasper, Ted, Trevor, Alaric, Daniel, Richard, Peter, Paul, Joseph, Morgan, Stanley, Scott, and Cersei exclaimed excitedly. "LEDO EAM!!! Angelus said out while stretching her hands at the home theater that was standing in between the TV, Using her magic to turn it on. “Yay.!!!!! Theo, Sia, Jasper, Ted, Trevor, Alaric, Daniel, Richard, Peter, Paul, Joseph, Morgan, Stanley, Scott, and

She had reflexes. "Is that all you've got, princess?" Angel mocks me. "She has that and also has me." It was Alana, appearing out of nowhere. I got distracted for a second, and Angel grabbed my neck. "You... you should be... how did you manage to escape?" Angel looks astonished. "Ah, as I suspected. Working for Ethan, I have to admit, Angie. You're really a good actress. How did you manage to fool Tyler all this time?" "I knew we should have buried you alive when we had the chance," she says and tightens her grip on my neck.

My knees almost buckle beneath me at the sound of my Angel's powerful voice. "The fuck are you, bitch?!" Angel's impostor screeches in fury, finally stepping away. But I did not even notice her, all I see is my queen. She stands next to Ash, her long silver hair is even longer than earlier, she is wearing black leather pants, tucked into boots, but it is her shirt that catches my attention. It is mine. She is wearing my shirt. I feel my eyes water as the memories of our time together flow through my mind.

Angel scowled at him with a shake of her head, “I’m the traitor’s daughter, remember. People aren’t exactly waiting for me to call.” “And that’s exactly why she just might answer,” Layon pointed out with a proud smirk on his face. as though he thought himself to be a genius. “She knows you aren’t in with the pack, so she won’t be expecting you to work with them.” “I am not working with them,” Angel insisted even as she sighed and pressed the call button, pushing the phone to her ear. I’m doing this for you, she thought silently, unable to admit it aloud. Luckily she never got the chance because after just three rings, someone answered.

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.