Rayhan And Angela Novels & Stories

Mayang introduced with a smile on her face. "Riana." Riana stretched out her hand to shake Diandra's. Diandra shook her hand back. "Diandra, so you are Reynald's wife?" "Yes, I'm his wife and you are?" Riana wrinkled her forehead. "I'm Reynald's future wife." Diandra shamelessly took Reynald's arm so close. "What does she mean, Rey?" Riana looked at her husband who was silent.

Pawn. I wanted to scream. I wanted to collapse. I wanted to tear everything apart. Angela smiled wider, “Oh, and before I forget, there is something else. Your sweet friend Raya. Do you really believe she has been as pure as she appeared? Poor Gwen, so easily fooled. Raya knew. She knew from the very start. She played her role beautifully, always at your side, always pretending to care. She listened to you cry, she comforted you, she encouraged you, but she knew. Every single smile, every single kind word, all while keeping this truth from you.”

The guest was currently waiting in the living room. Angela stood up and asked, "A young woman? Did she state her name?" "She said her name is Riley Zamora," Lynn replied respectfully. Riley? Angela was taken aback. Why was she here? Did she come to provoke them? Was she really that stupid? "Wait here. I'll deal with her," Angela said. "I'm coming with you," Mia declared, gripping the bedside table and pushing herself up, looking as if she were ready for battle. Riley sat gracefully on the couch, sipping the coffee Lynn had prepared for her. She occasionally glanced around the living room, her gaze filled with undisguised disdain.

She said mockingly before she and Azura high-fived one another. "Daddy and granddaddy arent yuck." Kataleya said looking saddened. "No one is yucky… and Rayhan is never dirty either…" "Rayhan isn’t yuck, he has nice hair." Skyla added. "I think long hair is nice." I raised my eyebrow, were they really discussing men? "Well, when you all find your own mates I'm sure you won't be calling them yucky, well if they’re men anyway." Angela said, coming into the kitchen.

Stacy replied with a smile. "So… let's check for a boy." Kelly said and continued searching. "Ryan or Khalid…." "Khalid!" Stacy yelled. "I love it." Angela said, and they continued eating. They were done, Angela and Kelly cleared the plates. "Stacy, Jerome. We have some sad news." Angela said. "Sad news? Why? What's that?" Stacy asked. Angela and Kelly looked at each other. "Angela is leaving for Australia tomorrow." Kelly announced.

Sheila is 2 years older than me, and Ryan himself is 26 years old. Huh, I just used to be mosquito repellent on the first day of teaching. I shouldn't have bothered these two in love. "Sorry, it feels like a mosquito repellent." "Just relax, it's nice to have you again, you just get bored," said Sheilla and I saw Ryan snort in disgust. And the conversation flows. Sheila, who was busy talking about Mas Rangga. Who is so proud, introduced me to them. I'm embarrassed. Mas Rangga is too much, Mas Rangga shouldn't be like that. I am afraid, my behavior will not match with what Mas Rangga was talking about.

The following day came as planned by the two friends to go pay Angela and her family a visit, to help Bryan reconcile fully with his wife. Bryan and Shane woke up to prepare themselves for their movement. Mira insisted on joining them, and they agreed for her to follow them. The three of them prepared themselves, and set out for their journey. As soon as they got to the compound of the Ryans(Angela's parents), they saw Angela seated at the veranda, with her babies lying beside her. She was just there, observing her children, and saying to herself ...

Angela said, and both Mishka and Christian turned to look at the man, Mishka smiled whereas Christian’s face lost all colour. “My husband, Dylan Roger,” Angela announced her husband’s name proudly. Author’s Note: If you like the story, please let me know your views in the comment section :)

Bryan said, frowning. Ryan’s usual calm expression was replaced by quiet urgency. “Sir, you really need to see this,” he repeated, placing the tablet on Bryan’s mahogany table. Bryan frowned. “What is it?” Ryan hesitated, then pressed play. The large news logo flashed across the screen, followed by a video feed of Angela sitting in a studio chair — her hair disheveled, face red from crying, makeup streaked with tears. She was surrounded by microphones, flashing cameras, and a sympathetic reporter leaning close as if comforting her.

A few seconds later Mia appeared. “Morning,” she called out to Angela, but when her eyes fell on Ryan she faltered a little. “Oh…hey.” Ryan gave her a smile. “Just came in to lend mom an extra hand.” Angela gave a sideways glance at her son. What was he up to? Mia nodded and tugged on the edge of her t-shirt. “Cool.” Angela looked from one teenager to another. There was definitely something going on. Maybe Ryan had realised what an awful person Savannah was. Angela would definitely prefer it if he dated Mia. She was a nice girl.