Creepy Talking Angela Novels & Stories

And one of the most talkative. “So,” she says between mouthfuls of salad and lasagna, “spill the beans won’t you? I’m dying of curiosity. Don’t torture me with your silence, Hope.” Ah, Angela is also one of the most dramatic people I have ever met too. She can make watching paint dry as exhilarating as a porn show. “Did he strip you naked and kiss you from head to toe before sinking his sexy fangs into your shoulder blades? Did you call out in ecstasy when he slammed his manhood into you?” she continues with stars and hearts in her eyes.

She has Alpha. Angela has Alpha pinned to the floor. I walk closer to her and Alpha. She turns to look at me. "Stay back, and I am going to kill him for what he did to Deanne. I want him dead," Angela sobs. I move at my vampire speed to get to the other side of the room. She looks up at me. "Oh, Draco, he has to pay for what he did to her and me," she cries.

Craig said, Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of Angela's voice. She had returned earlier than expected, catching Craig off guard. Panic washed over him as he quickly pulled away from Mary, the guilt evident in his eyes. Angela approached, a smile on her face, "Surprise! I couldn't wait to see you, Craig." Angela said, Craig managed a weak smile, desperately trying to hide his unease. "I'm glad you're here, Angela. I've missed you." Craig said,

Angela tried to get up but Bryce prevented her from getting up. "Relax. Just lie down for a while," Bryce said and Angela just stared at him. Her mind quickly went to the artefact and memories of the night her parents were murdered flooded her mind. Her breathing became unsteady and started trembling. Her hands flew to her ears as she closed her eyes terrified. "Angela," Bryce called out to her seeing her panic. "Leave me alone. Go away from me," Angela cried. "Angela, it's me, Bryce. Calm down," Bryce said trying to calm her down but she stared at Bryce strangely trying to match his body physique to any of the men who had murdered her parents that day but Bryce never fit the profile.

Humans can't see us. However, the only angel of death here is me. "Hey human, you're not talking to me are you?" Weird, why did I even say that? It was obvious she wasn't going to hear it, a waste of time. "I was talking to you!" Wow! She answered my question. Is she talking to me? Can she see me? What's this? Impossible. "Can you see me?" The girl nodded slowly. "Are you serious?" I screamed. "Don't take my life just yet. I've been praying to God, He will surely grant my wish, so please wait a moment. Hum? Please!"

I stopped her. She looked at my eyes intently then, later on, she heaved a sigh. Now, she got a hint of what is currently happening to me. "How's Angela?" I asked again just to leave the previous topic. "She's out of danger now but...she doesn't talk. She's just staring blankly in the air. I talked to her many times but it seems she can't recognize me. The doctor said it is possible she got traumatized due to what happened," Bel uttered with sadness.

That was the only word that I got hold of. I wondered if the Vampire had crossed their barrier so.. I waited for some time to listen carefully for a bit. "Uh..what's going on.." Anita asked curiously. "The angel...she's up but.. causing trouble. " "What did she do...Did she kill?" Anita snarled as she started going deep inquisitively. "No...she takes a host and.."

Cordelia asked, pacing back and forth in her bedroom. “No I didn’t. I was very busy yesterday. Why?” McKayla asked. “Nothing, it’s nothing. I just thought I saw you.” Cordelia answered. “Wait, McKayla, before you hang up, who am I assigned to now?” “See at 11. Talk to you later Cordelia.” McKayla said. ~IN the Fainting Goat~ Immediately McKayla, dropped the call, Senator Ivan and two hefty men entered into McKayla’s office. “Senator Ivan.” McKayla answered, with her voice cracking. “I didn’t expect to see you this early.” She said.

Four cold-iron cages were carried into the room. Their bases dragged across the floor with a high, scraping sound that crawled up the back of the neck. Each cage held a person. In the last one was Lyra. My thirteen-year-old sister. She should have been in the deepest part of the Elf Forest — the safest place we had.

What did that even mean? “I have no idea what you're getting at,”she said to the young girl.”What are you speaking of?” “She has lived in the shadows for a long time,watching and waiting for you.” “You’re not making any sense,”Beth replied,agitation rising in her voice. “Have you not felt her Beth?Here in your home?She watches you,growing stronger every day,she wants your life and she will end it when she’s ready.” Now Beth was getting mad.Were hallucinations supposed to be this annoying?