Novel & Cerita Creepy Talking Angela

Whispering, I leaned to her ear, “I have something really important to tell you, Angel. First, Ace is talking about eliminating me, but he won't be killing me. So I don't know what he really means.” I paused and waited for her response, but it was the most pissing ever. “Really!” She outed, amidst a chuckle. “That's all? That’s why you hopped all the way here?” As she said that, she imitated the hop by jumping up and down on her bum, on the chair. “Angel!” I scorned in a low-pitched voice. “No, that's not all.” I muttered. “Good! Then tell me,” she responded, still in her jovial mood.

she said, shoving her phone into my face. “Laura, what the…” “Just watch.” I pressed play. A grainy video pops up on the screen. It was obviously taken from behind a wall or window. I squinted. “What is this ?” “ Keep watching.” Then, a figure - Angela appeared with her face to the camera, speaking into her phone. She didn’t notice she was being recorded, and it was clear, but what she said was. Her voice was clear - too clear. “Yes, I have received your payment. I’ll be there in twenty. Don’t worry, I’ve got everything on Madam Davina, enough to make headlines.”

Each grunt coming from his mouth makes me want to run to the bathroom and dispose of the bile rising in my throat. “How did you get this?” was all I could muster to say. Angela looked at me with pity and scooped up the phone before pressing the exit button. Immediately, the disgusting sounds stopped and somehow I was able to breathe. “I have my ways,” Angela murmured, arching her lips slightly to a half-smile.

“Then let me die right on top of you, Miss Bailey.” The man lunged at her, and Angela gathered every last shred of strength in her body into her right leg. She lifted it and kicked with everything she had toward his lower body. A sharp scream tore out. Darren collapsed to the floor. Angela, drained of all strength, also fell to the ground. Her pupils dimmed, her consciousness slipping. She vaguely heard someone pounding on doors one after another, shouting in panic, “Angela… Angela…” … When Sunny called Angela, she was standing at EverCore’s booth.

A short while later, the door was pushed open. Angela walked in, the tears long dried on her face. She looked smugly at me with her perfectly impeccable faceful of makeup as she shut the door behind her, giving me the once-over. "Aw, did you fall sick, Rora? You're such a pitiful sight." I didn't answer her. "You heard everything just now, didn't you?" Angela approached me and crouched over, speaking in a voice that only the both of us could hear.

“I have to go Lucas. I need an update on Theodore and my shipment.” “Sure thing boss. I’ll speak to you after I visit his place.” I disconnected the call. When the glass crashed again, I slowly made my way up the stairs. The noise led me to Angela’s room. When she crashed yet another glass, I twisted her doorknob, opened the door, and let myself in. Seated on the floor, at the foot of her bed, Angela looks like someone who was just delivered from a demon that possessed her. The cause of the noise lay in pieces at the other end of the room.

Luana's gaze shifted between Angela and the child, a fleeting thought crossing her mind that Angela might be staying with Clarissa and Albert. Suppressing her doubts, she asked, "I'm a friend of Clarissa's. Is she home?" Angela froze, sizing up Luana from head to toe, unable to recognize the elegantly dressed woman with delicate makeup before her. It wasn't until Luana spoke that Angela's pupils contracted sharply, her face draining of color, her lips trembling as she stammered, "Y-y-y-o-u..." Then, as if she had seen a ghost, Angela retreated backward with the child, screaming at the top of her lungs, "Ghost!!"

"Umm…hey Layon, it's me, Angel Hale. I know this is probably the last thing you need right now and I'm an idiot for even calling, but I really need to see you or at least speak to you. Can…can you please just call me back? Okay, bye." By the time she clicked the end call button, her cheeks were so red she could practically feel the heat coming off them when she lifted her hand to stroke a strand of hair from her face. Her skin was glossed with anxious sweat and her stomach clenched when the bell suddenly rang for the end of the period. People instantly began to stream into the hallway but luckily for Angel, she had managed to get a hold of herself just in time. Her wolf at least seemed to re

“Keep an eye on Zella and my husband. He’s upstairs, fast asleep, clinic shifts again. When he wakes up, let him know where I’ve gone.” Carina only nodded, head bowed and shoulders shaking. “Thank you, Madam. Thank you.” But behind that curtain of hair, the tears dried up fast. A sharp smile flickered across Carina’s face, wicked and desperate. “No problem at all,” Angela said, innocently. She grabbed her keys, fired up the SUV, and disappeared into the snowy storm. The house felt different as soon as she left. “Madam... oh, Madam,” Carina whispered. “How stupid can you be?”

I whined rolling my eyes at him as I walked past him, swaying my backside. I'm pretty sure the idiot have a crush on my pussy but he dare not pull his cock unless he want it to be chopped off by done Russian dogs. My name is Angela, Angela Trump. I have no idea about my parents. I was only shown the video of my father sprawling in his pool of blood with splattered brain. I vowed upon watching the video that I'd be the one to pull the fucking trigger on the motherfucker that killed my parents. A sigh eluded my lips as I stopped in front of the door where I'm gonna be pound and grind. Leg raises up, hands tied behind my back, vibrator machine and a lot of all kind. I knocked at the door. "Come