No Talk Me Angy Novels & Stories

I turned my back against them, knowing that how this kind of conversation will end up. "I am not yet done talking." She gripped my arm to stop me on my way outside the comfort room. She was so determined to get even with me. "Let go of me, I am not interested in what you wanna say. I don't have much time for this nonsense conversation. Let me just inform you that you don't have any right to do this kind of thing just because you're bored." I said and shook my head in disappointment due to her immature behavior. It was pretty obvious that she was head over heel to Thorn.

(Anj’s POV) “I’m not accepting it. It’s final.” I walked around the fountain, glancing at my kids eating breakfast with their father and uncle, while I nervously paced with Nitro following me, thinking we were playing Trip to Jerusalem. “I understand,” Anya said, then she hissed. “It’s negative,” she yelled, causing me to move farther from my phone. “You don’t have to yell,” I laughed at her.

She had never had such close contact with a man before, except on that night five years ago. Nityam looked at the spot on her shoulder and thought... "So it's HER, no wonder I feel something is off..." Nityam is one head taller than her, so he needs to lower his head to talk to her. "What's your name?" He asked. "Anvika..." Angina replied. She doesn't know why her voice is shaking. "Where do you work?" He asked again. DAL. She replied. Nityam took two steps back and said, "Indeed we had a contract with this company, but it's not under my control."

“But...” “No, but’s. We’ll talk on the; phone, or consider this conversation to have concluded.” Angelo didn’t let Cassandra justify herself and instead, stand his ground- that they- talk over the; phone. “I’m giving you three seconds to speak. Else I would hang up this call.”

" Understand but after everything happens we need to talk about where we go from where we are and whether or not you will still want to be with Angelo after everything . © #KCMmuoe

and puffing up my cheeks in anger. Why am I here and what does he want from me anyway? "Aww she's so cute and short too," the guy beside him said walking close to me and gently pulled my cheeks. I angrily slapped his hand away from my face. I am not a child to be played with like that. "Bro can we keep her?" He asked turning to Theodore with bright puppy dog eyes. 'Who thought the devil would have a brother,' I thought, 'and a childish one at that.' I am not an object for him to be speaking about me like that.

"Spoken like a true non stan." "Hey I like my kpop as much as the next person but do you see me blasting at the level that could render a normal person deaf? I don't think so. " "Oh whatever. So did you meet Deedee today? Did she ask about me?" Ang asks as I make my way over to her in the kitchen, I see a pot boiling with some sort of red sauce bubbling in it...I wonder what sort of concoction she could be making know. Don't get me wrong Ang is an okay cook but let's just say between Isiah and her... there's no competition.

I look behind maybe there is someone behind me whom she is looking to, but I see no one. Err… is she looking at me? I wave my hands in front of her eyes. She blink then she continued to stare at me. “Hello?” I shyly said. Uhh, can’t she understands English? Ahh, right! Maybe she’s a Korean or a Japanese. “Annyeong haseyo” I greeted. Still no effects. “Konichiwa?” still no response. The heck, she’s cute but she’s creeping me out. “Oh? Sapphire, you’re there. I’m looking for your for like hours now,” girl said then she followed where her friend’s eyes is

Angie moves back, precautions against any hits from me and I sigh. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Beth. Angie’s so fond of you that she never runs out of stories to tell of your childhood together” Akemi tells me, her voice so soft and tiny that I wonder how she does get it out of her vocals. ‘And nicely played, Angie’...I give her a curt glare and she turns away guiltily. “It’s nothing, I should be saying that. It’s not easy to tolerate a chatterbox like Angie, she must’ve ruined your-

Chantelle burned with jealousy. “Feed me baby.” Trenton said to Angela. “Is there any need to be cheesy?” Angela whispered. “I should leave now I have appointments to attend to.” Chantelle forced a smile and left the office hiding her clenched fists.