Rugrats Theory Angelica Novels & Stories

instead, she was trying to divert from what we were saying and I found it annoying because I hated people who lie a lot. ‘’This liar is going to be your bride?’’ Draca scoffed and tutted. ‘’there is no way this liar is going to be fucked by me. it is bad for my energy and….’’ ‘’I never asked for your opinion Draca,’’ I cut him off and focused on angelica whose legs were shaking. ‘’what is it you were saying?’’ I questioned her and she turned to face me with a smile on her face. ‘'

Damn! - "Let me get this straight, your ma... Ella had her daughter at seventeen and abandoned her, but continued to see her frequently? Then she had another child and decided to raise him" Angelic says with her brilliant mind coming into action. Where is she trying to go with this reasoning? Angelic is not the kind of woman who makes comments without any basis in fact.

"Sir Rocco... Angel did perform. But... Angel isn't a woman." I froze as the noise of the club, the distant bass, the chatter of the dancers…it all seemed to go silent, replaced by a high-pitched ringing in my ears. I let out a sharp bark of laughter. It sounded manic, even to my own ears. "You’re mistaken," I said, the words feeling like lead in my mouth. "I saw her. I saw the curves, the hair, the face. She's a woman." "Angel is a man, sir," Rita said firmly, though her voice trembled. "He’s the club’s latest lady boy performer. A specialist in silk gymnastics. He's... he's a man."

“What are you gonna do about… ummm… her.” I chuckle, amused by her question. “I will not be doing anything. We,” I emphasize, sweeping my finger over the mouse pad. “Are going to show her how much better life is without her and watch her break down.” “Kinda mean isn’t it?” My fingers freeze and I peek down at Winter, wondering if I actually heard what I heard. She’s got a wicked smile on her face, her eyes focused squarely on mine. I can only compare her to Angelica, from the old Rugrats cartoons I watched when I was a kid. Cute but diabolical, especially when she doesn’t get her way.

“I've got the footage from Ruth's house.” “Great. Was it Angelina?” “No, Marcus. But I think they're connected. Remember six years ago, when I was drugged at a charity ball?” “Yes, I do.” “It's the same woman... And I have a strong feeling she's working for Angelina.” “Please, send in the video. I'll give you feedback in the morning.” “Do it in the evening. We're on a family trip.” “Alright. Good night, Mr. Rivera.” “I'm sending the footage right away. Night,” Alec said, and ended the call. He tapped away on his phone and let out a breath.

PRINCE ROWAN'S POV Could this day get any worse. I sigh in frustration as I avert my eyes from the young girl who has just been dragged in front of the stage and look at the guards waiting for an explanation. The four guards step back to allow an older woman to step forward. I recognize her immediately.She is the mother of my mate. I don't know why I actually call the girl my mate, because she is not. We have no mate bond, but everyone including my parents think we are meant to be since she is the only other angel in the land and I'm just being ignorant and unloving.

I winked at my angel. "You're going to kill him for ruining your shirt!" She protested from the ground, her lips lifting into a pout. "When did she relish in the death of others?" I asked Ares, concerned; Abigail had healed a man she hardly knew yesterday and bargained away a part of her soul to those angels to save that stranger's life! Yet now, bathed in the blood that fell from his lips like a waterfall, she seemed to hunger for it. "Stop thinking! Kill it!" Ares roared, wrath coursing through my veins, "Take care of him so we can get back to the task in hand; mating her and filling her womb with pups."

My head was blank, and I could not think of anything right now. I looked at Angel, folding her hands while searching my head for what I was going to say to her when she came back to the room. It did not take long before she was back in the room. " What do you think we should do? What do you want to do right now?" I asked Angel. Maybe she would have something for us to do and save my head. " Yes, read me a bedtime story", she wrote on her pad. I looked at Gilda. " Angel enjoys bedtime stories, you should know that", she said with a soft smile.

Can he tell that I might be in trouble? As if on cue, his deep voice floods my mind. My knees tremble from the intensity of it. 'Angel? What's wrong?' I don't answer, determined to make her talk. "Do you know who I am?" Sabrina growls as she moves. She's increasing in height, her skin turning dark blue. Her eyes are a bright yellow colour. Holy shit. "I'm not sure. Why don't you tell me what you are?" I say, even though my heart is racing now.

Placing her little hands on both sides of his face, she smacked her lips to his. "Muah". She giggled. I loved watching them. They complete me. Our moment was interrupted by the door opening. Val and Chris strode in like they owned the place. "Vha!!!". Angel squealed, making grabby hands at him. Lucian dropped her on the ground and she rushed to him, hugging his legs. Val picked her up from the ground and she giggled. "How's my favorite niece?". He blew raspberries on her stomach, making her giggle more.