Novel & Cerita Sleepaway Camp 2 Angela

The weather forecast said there would be heavy rain overnight. Angela tied her hair into a high ponytail and put on a black leather jacket. No one knew what she had stuffed into her pockets—they bulged noticeably. She checked her phone. EverCore still hadn’t received news of Singularity 2’s success. Nolan’s side must have run into trouble. She needed to get back as soon as possible. Angela lit a cigarette and went to the cemetery. She wiped her parents’ headstones clean and bowed. By the time she finished, darkness had fallen so completely that she could no longer see her own hand.

“Wake up baby girl!” Angela’s cheery voice came. Scarlett groaned as the curtains covering the hotel window were pulled open to reveal the bright sun that shone outside. “Piss off Angela, you made me stay awake so damn long, now let me sleep!” Scarlett snapped. Angela hadn't let her sleep until 4 am and she had missed Elijah dearly but Angela had caused a right scene that she wanted Scarlett to sleep with her. Elijah had begrudgingly agreed as he did have things to do and didn’t want her to get bored, also knowing being with her hyper friend she would be kept distracted and not spend too much time thinking about the following day. It had worked, Angela had gone on and on about her clothes, h

Once it was over, she lay on the bed motionlessly, muttering colorful choice words softly only because she was too tired to raise her voice, “C*nt-f*cking, c*ck-hanging piece of sh*t…A schoolboy’s d*ck that ran away and became a real boy…” She had fled hundreds of kilometers away from where Javier lived to free herself from him, and yet here she was, f*cked by the very guy she wanted to escape from. The next morning, as soon as the sun broke out, Angela climbed out of bed as quietly as she could. She put on her clothes and bolted out of the door. Before heading out of the entrance, she spied the desk girl from yesterday and shot her the mother of all glares. The desk girl was enraged. She ca

she asked as she turned around. "Angela?" I called, looking into her face making sure I wasn't mistaken. This was the first time I had seen her awake and on two legs. "You remember!" she said with a gentle smile. "Yeah. What are you doing here? In the Nightfall Pack?" Angela paused, smiling back at me. "He didn’t tell you? I was living with my relatives in the capital, but they moved back to Nightfall, and Rufus wouldn’t let me stay behind. Plus, see that tall green building over there?" She pointed across the street, and I shifted my gaze from the building to her face.

On his sickbed, he said, “Money is not the most important thing. Just remember your brothers. Most of them are useless, but make sure they have enough to live on.” Not long after, Lord Alaric passed away. Celeste did not come to the funeral. When I asked the housekeeper, I learned that after Adrian abandoned her, she became unstable. My father sent her to a healing house by the western sea, but she escaped and disappeared. “No one knows where she went,” the housekeeper sighed. “A half-siren alone is easy prey.” So Celeste's ending in this life was truly worse than before.

Day 1 of camp–Never threaten your roommate with murder and never, ever leave a spot for someone else. Now, staring at the name taped to the cabin, I wasn't so sure anymore. I could turn back now, but I didn't want to. How it started? “Sir, I am not having this. I will not be sharing a room with... with... this... oh my God. This thing!!” Angela yelled, pointing at me. I scoffed. “Sir, she's too emotionally unstable and immature to stay in a room with me. Do you want me dead before the last day of the camp? I'd advise you change her immediately... Or I might as well murder someone,” I muttered.

“Good. Now, let’s get ready before the night comes. And since we’re traveling back to Washington DC soon, I want to have fun with you for as long as possible.” “I appreciate that so much, Olive,” I said. Angela took my hand. “Charlotte, do you need help choosing an outfit? I’ll help you. Come on, let’s go to your room.” “Wrong call, Charlotte,” Emma said. “Shut up! You think you’re better than me? You always dress homeless, stupid bitch!” Angela snapped back. I laughed, letting myself be dragged away by Angela as we walked upstairs.

"Why shouldn't I? You're just a woman who sneaked in without an invitation. Who knows if you're here to steal something? Take off that necklace! What if Mrs. Holden sees it and gets upset?" Angela reached for the necklace again. This time, I couldn't protect it. She ripped it off my neck, sending me tumbling to the floor. Someone stepped on my wrist, sending sharp pain up my arm, but I forced myself to curl up to shield my stomach. Others quickly joined in, eager to throw me out of the banquet hall. Struggling, I began, "I'm Daniel's..." Before I could finish, Angela slapped me hard. "Were you about to say you're Mr. Holden's mistress?"

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."

Damien hisses unimpressed. "You look tired, Angel. How about you go up to bed?" Salem suggests, making me frown. "I don't want you guys to fight...." I mumble anxiously, but he only chuckles softly. "Don't worry, we're not going to fight. Just talk. You could stay and listen, but I think sleep would benefit you more then some nonsense from a certain individual." he explains, and I contemplate for a moment before nodding my head. "Could you maybe come lay with me after?" I ask quietly, and he nods his head with a smile.