Mc Presidents Broken Angel Novels & Stories

Martin paced around his room, holding his envelope in hand. He smiled as he took another look at it. The senator had been kind enough to extend the invitation to him as well but it felt weird. What kind of stunt did the man intend to pull off? He questioned, in his mind. Last time he heard about the senator was when he broke off all ties with his father, blaming him and his mother for the tragic occurrence. As he placed the invitation on his bed, he grinned. No matter what, he had to take this invite positively and as an opportunity to secure a safe ground for himself.

He poured himself a glass of whiskey and downed it in a go. "That bad?" She asked him, referring to his day. "I had to get information from a dude." He poured himself another glass and drank it. "Ooh! Have they caught Alberto?" She smiled at him and went to the kitchen. She knew how much he hated torturing people. Marcos was one of the few people she knew who had a conscience. He would act all tough, but she knew he preferred to just kill his targets quickly. "Not yet, the guy is sneaky."

“The doctor said he shouldn’t be around you right now. You… need peace. Time.” Priscilla crossed her arms, clearly holding back a rant. “Plus, I had to hold Angela back from breaking his ribs when she saw him a day before yesterday. She was ready to commit murder.” Angela didn’t even deny it. She just shrugged. “Still am.” I blinked. “Wait… why...?” Before I could finish, a deep voice cut into our discussion. “Says the same person who nearly beat Jessica and Nathaniel to death two months ago...Huh Priscilla.”

he put his stethoscope away, "it could lead to her nervous breakdown. It seems like she is already a victim of panic attacks." Already a victim? I was surprised to hear that. My brows furrowed. What did he mean by that? Angel was suffering from panic attacks? How did I not know this? What lead to this condition of hers? Doctor Vyan handed me the prescription, packing up his things, and stood in front of me, "I prescribed some antidepressants that she needs to take and some other medicines, until she gets better. This would be all. Don't worry, she's out of danger but you need to be careful; give her a happy environment."

"You're intruding in our privacy and I demand that you leave." What had happened to her? This wasn't his Laura. Had a lot changed over the months? Including her affection for him? "Angel you need to listen to me..." "Mr Williams I want you to leave my house this minute." She cut him off coldly. He stilled, then took a deep breath. "At least tell me why you resigned from your work." She shook her head in surprise and irritation. "Really Mr Williams? Have you resorted to being a liar?"

Mr Carter said after finding out that, Mr Martin lost everything and partnered with Mr Green who just used him as his right-hand man for all his dirty work. "You know you never win, Mr Carter," Mr Martin said "I know. I never won because as a bad person, failure was my shadow but as a new person, having undergone a complete transformation and coming to know Christ the Lord, failure becomes the darkness that can't battle the light around me," Mr Carter said and Mr Martin frowned. "What bunch of nonsense are you spilling out now?" Mr Martin asked wondering when Mr Carter became religious. "The kind of nonsense that sends criminals like yourself to prison. I paid my price for my crimes a long t

Her grip on Melanie’s left hand tightened even more, until the sound of something snapping could be heard. Melanie’s friends were immediately shocked by the sight. They never expected that the girl they’d bullied earlier that day—simply because she’d been approached by Albert, Melanie’s boyfriend—could break Melanie’s wrist so easily. It was a stark contrast to the girl’s reaction earlier that day, when she’d only been able to tremble in fear and cry.

, I snapped. “Or even if you were going to make a choice, I should have been in the loop on what was going on”. “Imagine how I felt when I saw you two together and you chased me out of your life without a backwards glance”, I started crying again and he held me while I poured out my feelings. “And that day at your office, when she was half naked, you guys had nothing together?” I asked him and he shook his head negative. “She jumped on me when we heard your voice with the receptionist. I wouldn’t stoop so low, Angel”, he said softly. “Well, what about the day I told you I was pregnant?”

MEANDRA Malachi had stumbled out of my room, scared senseless until his face had turned white—like a ghost. I didn't blame him, the dark look in Alejandro's eyes, the sternness in his voice and the ticking of his jaw would have been enough to tame the wildest beasts. If I was at the other end of his anger, I'd also be searching for a means to escape. I swallowed hard. I had seen the look on Malachi's face, it was that of a man who's pride had been shattered and that made him only more dangerous to me. What would happen if Alejandro wasn't there to protect me?

I continued, “If you and my brother are fucking, I swear I will have your blood on my hands. I’ve killed hundreds of people before, you’ll just be another one of them. You should never long to see me angry, ever?” Angel started shaking at the mention of me killing people. She struggled letting her sobs come out, I was still blocking her windpipe. She was on the brink of collapsing, so I let her go. I'm not planning to kill her, at least as of yet. I watched her grasp for air, holding her throat. After she balanced the oxygen in her body, she started wailing. “If you don't open this door now Ace, I'm going to break it. Leave Angel alone, it's not her fault!” Luis mumbled, still fighting a los