Sleepaway Camp 2 Angela Novels & Stories

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.

Miles said holding his pillow and beginning to get sleepy. Angela wasted no further time and jumped on the second bed. The new feeling was amazing. Angela loved the comfort of the bed. It was the softest thing she’s ever been on. Nothing could be softer or better than what she was lying on. She wanted to enjoy every piece of the moment in complete peace. “I feel so sleepy,” Angela said quietly and softly. “Me too.” “Good night Angela.” “We are not in the night silly,” Angela said before they entered a short low laughter.

I pull my covers over me and close my eyes to go to sleep. I hear him counting again. He stops in front of my cot and looks me over. He winks at me and then walks out the door. This is going to cause me problems; I just know it. Just as I am about to fall asleep, I hear Deanne come into the cabin. She stops in front of my cot. "Are you okay?" I ask her. "Yes, I am fine. I am moving to the Alpha's house. I won't be seeing much of you anymore, Angela. Be careful, okay," Deanne says to me.

“Are you going to be ok without me for a few hours, Angel? The girls will look after you and…” “I'll be fine.” In my arms, Angela straightened and her mask slipped back into place. Gone was the uncertainty and longing. Cold bitchy Angela looked at me from beneath her curling lashes. “It will be nice to spend some time away from the clubhouse and do some retail therapy. You will be here when I get back in a few hours?” “I'll be here,” I promised. “So we can pick up where we left off?”

he cursed and got out of bed and found his clothes and that of the woman scattered on the floor. He picked up his clothes and put them on. Camila opened her eyes and turned to face up. She stretched her hands and yawn. She sat up on the bed seeing Ethan had his back turned to her as he puts on his clothes. "You are awake," she said drawing Ethan's attention to herself. She was sitting on the bed holding the sheet to cover herself up and relaxing on one hand as she occasionally yawns. "What the hell were you thinking, bringing me here? What happened to my apartment or my parents?" he asked angrily buttoning his shirt, recalling she brought him to a motel from the bar.

Xavier said emphasizing on the word girlfriend. "Ah so she's one of those girls he sleeps around with," his father said looking at me in disgust as Avery snickered behind him. Xavier was about to hit him but I held him back and shook my head silently telling him not to hit his father. I couldn't stand there any longer so I just went up to the room Theodore and I shared. I saw Avery's bags in the corner of the room . I wanted to cry so bad but the tears didn't fall. I silently packed my bags and moved back into my old room. I laid on my bed lost in thoughts and soon fell asleep.

She turned to face me, before mumbling between her teeth “We need some time away to have a deep, woman to woman conversation!” Garry shrugged his shoulders. “Well, you two will go to your “Swiss Land” once she and I are back from the Maldives.” He air quoted Swiss Land as he assured. “Perfect.” Angel gawked, still staring at me. The tone of her voice was quite hoarse, and I was assured she was up to something. I’d be supporting her in whatever she wants to do. To teach Ace Kingston a lesson!

‎ ‎I nodded slowly. ‎ ‎Two more figures slipped in behind him. Angela and Priscilla. ‎ ‎Except… they looked like backup dancers from a pop star’s music video. ‎ ‎Angela had a short, blunt orange wig. Priscilla wore long black braids that didn’t even look remotely natural. Both had hoodies and sunglasses on, despite being indoors. ‎ ‎"We’re incognito," Angela said dramatically. "We snuck through laundry services and climbed a fire escape. You're welcome."

Angela woke up with a start. Her hazy mind couldn't remember what woke her up until another scream pierced through the air, sending her up. The wailing scream rife with pain and anger. She tossed the duvet away and swung her legs down only to let out a hiss when her feet punched the cold floor with more force than she had intended. She bit down on her lip and grabbed the nightstand to help herself up. The noise was coming from upstairs. She could hear things being tossed violently. Angela hastily sat down on her wheelchair and steer it outside. She glanced up at the heaps of stairs. Too anxious to be intimidated by it. The woman held the railing and began dragging herself up, ignoring the pa