Novel & Cerita Creepy Talking Angela

She asked him But he was not in a position to hear her she was surprised to see the drinks on the table she tasted and found that it was alcohol "What are these ladies after?" She asked herself At that point she made decision to try and woke up Derrick,she moved closer and whispered "Derrick let's go to my hostel" Angela said Derrick heard and he woke up "Babe I am sorry its not what you think" Derrick said "I think its ploy to break me and you" Derrick said "I understand its not the first time let's go" Angela responded

"I was talking to you. Get out." "What? You can not be serious, babe." Chiara settled down on a chair facing the desk as she continued listening to their conversation. "Get out before I lose my temper." She heard Camille's heels tapping on the floor as she walked out. After the door closed, silence descended on the room.

Trembling with fear, the young person took a breath and said: “My mother told me that there are angels, but I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to hear… Now I'm being punished by God for my sins. Jesus sends you, Angel Azrael, Angel of Death Azrael, to punish me as a sinner… ”The rest of the senseless babbling was lost in the deep sobs of the madman and he clapped his hands over his face, crying. “Cristiano, please! Give us your coordinates. Reinforcements are on their way to you, ”the device tried again.

And when she gets back to the Lost boy, should she tell him that what she thought was Peter is the Angel? Now that she worries about what will happen, the thought of when they get back home, to other world has crossed her mind. Will she be able to remember her friends? Is she going to wake up in a white room? Or to her room and gaze at her full sized window? Everything is uncertain. On a big cotton cloud above, The Angel of Death had just woken up with a big smirk plastered on his mouth. His clone, a much older version of him just got back from talking to the lady and has reported everything he wanted to know.

Angela rushed to the elevator eagerly waiting for it to take her up when it squeaked she walked out and found herself on a different floor she was startled to see that there was no interview going on,she smiled when she heard noises coming from a door at the end of the path 'perhaps that was the interview room' she thought to herself She moved towards it holding her breath,but she came to a halt in front of the door and laid her head on it. She could hear muted sounds like flesh clenching and groans "Yeah ,yes,yes,yes master. Please don't do it" a women's whimper was heard by her. 'Is it possible that there were having a fling?' 'Wasn't this suppose to be an interview ?' She was perplexed by

Angela heard him shouting. Angela closed her eyes when she felt a kick on the door. "I am coming grandmother" Amelia whispered and stabbed herself. A painful scream left from her mouth. Angela fell on the ground. Her eyes started closing. Angela saw her blood was wetting the washroom floor. Her heard the murderer was kicking the door loudly. Angela closed her eyes when her all energy drained out from her body..

Rita enters Angela's house as Angela's body collapses to the floor. "Oh God! Angela!" ***

Before the server could finish speaking, Angela hastily waved her hands. "Take it away! Take it away!" She didn't dare look at the tray, convinced it was the same creature she had encountered earlier. It was too terrifying. This was the classic case of once bitten, twice shy. "What's up with you? You came back from the hike acting all jumpy. Should I find someone to perform an exorcism on you?" Fiona joked. Angela was still panicking and breathing heavily, and her face was as pale as a sheet.

“You’re dying.” Angela’s voice cut through the silence, sharp as the dagger’s edge. She stood at the rim of the ruins, her silhouette warped by the thing festering inside her—claws too long, spine arched like a wolf mid-leap, eyes glowing sulfur-bright. But her voice… her voice was still hers. Soft. Human. Weak.

“What are you doing?” “We were just chatting”, Tory replied. “I was bored so we came here. What’s up?” He shrugged and looked at Angela. “Do you mind if I borrow my lovely mate for some time?” Angela shook her head. “Not at all. She’s all yours. And besides, I think it’s time for my lessons”, she said and stood up. “Oh! And say hello to the moon goddess for us”, Dwight said and she rolled her eyes. “You talk like she’s a human or maybe a werewolf like us.”