No Talk Me Angy Novels & Stories

She shut me up by taking me in her mouth. ___ Angelica did end up making good use of the silicone stabbing bag. She was no longer as furious as she had been earlier but I knew whatever it wasn’t as simple as taking her anger out on something. She was still distressed about it. “If you want to talk about what had you so riled up…” started, only for her to reject my offer before it was out of my mouth. “Thanks but no thanks. I prefer to keep myself distracted.” She walked over to a bench and sat down, crossing her legs at the knee. “ I want to talk about something more forbidden. Like the G word.”

Everything that happens a second time ends up being worst than the last. I decide to be brave. I decide to text Zander. Me: Can we talk? Zander: No. Me: Why? Zander: No Me: Please? Zander: No Me: Meet me in the secret pathway in our neighborhood? Zander: Fine. Me: Are you at school? Zander: No. Me: Why? Zander: See you later. Me: Bye.

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

Angga chuckled, which provoked laughter between the two, enough to distract Maureen's anxiety when she was alone. "Starting to talk dirty, huh?" "You asked for it, remember?" "I see." They agreed to talk uncensored when it was just the two of them, like their male friends who openly talked dirty or swore. Maureen just didn't want to be differentiated because of her gender. "You're really addictive." A long exhale could be heard rumbling from the cell phone speaker. Angga explained every detail of what they had been through in a very seductive manner. "I can still imagine holding ...."

Ang says calling after me. "I'm going to do nothing Ang! Absolutely Nothing!"

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."

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-

“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.”