Stella The Angry Birds Movie Mga Nobela at Kwento

Stella arrived ten minutes later, looking far too excited for someone helping me flee my own country. She practically bounced into the room, tossing her purse onto the couch. “I have always wanted to be in a spy movie,” she declared. I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Stella, this is not a movie.” She ignored me completely. “So,” she said, turning to Lucas and Ethan. “How much attention do we need to pull?” Lucas barely looked up. “Enough to buy us a fifteen-minute window.” Ethan smirked. “Think you can handle that?”

Katrina muttered and smirked evilly. "Angelina let's go inside" Stella said to her. Angelina looked at her and was about to agree when she heard a growl. An angry growl. Angelina turned and saw a big wolf standing little far from them and growling angrily....

" Stella yelled. There was no reasoning with her; her eyes were red. She wanted blood. She managed to pry my hands off her neck and pushed me off her like I only weighed half a feather. I watched in horror as she charged towards Parker and his men, anger in her eyes. She looked ready to kill. She swung her machete against Parker's men, decapitating both men in one go. I scrambled to my feet when I saw Parker marching towards her, but before I could reach her, he was already too close. Stella rushed to him, machete slicing the air, but Parker moved like a shadow. He caught the blade mid-swing, ripped it from her grasp, and drove his boot into her chest.

I dodged and shouted. Stella laughed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Return to Blue Moon? Do I have the face to go back there? You look at my appearance now. When I return there, will I have to face everyone's eyes like that? You turned me into a monster, then said to release me as a favor. You fake bastards must die!" She opened fire even more frantically, and I struggled to dodge the door. Stella immediately broke the glass door and rushed inside.

In her anger, Stella broke free and charged at Levi, but he punched her hard in the stomach, causing her to sit down. “Take her and her child. Kill them.” Stella’s eyes widened, and she looked at where the young man was hiding, protecting the child in his arms. “I won’t allow that to happen,” said Stella. She hurried to the young man’s hiding place and smiled when she saw the angelic face of their child.

Zara'm said as she hugs him again. While Kambiri was trying to ask her why she said that they are not really fine but she interrupted by asking. "Who is the lady with you?" Zara'm asked. "Pardon me, this is Stella, she is the one that lead us through the war, Stella meet my friends Zara'm and Bella, and the Men On Black as well," Kambiri said as Stella stepped toward her and gives her a handshake. "Nice meeting you dear Zara'm," Stella said as she steps close to Zara'm and shakes her and Zara'm was about to reply when Bella angrily interrupted her.

"How are you now Stella? I know you have been sad." "Yes I was, but I'm fine now. I just woke up." "Oh really? That's good then! Stella, do you pity Dada?" Stella Harris froze. She never expected that. "After everything so far, I no longer feel hurt because it won't help me. But, I am still angry and that's the very reason Dada will suffer for his sins. I will really be a fool to let him go just like that." Kira Lopez then smiled. This was what she wanted to hear. Awesome!

She looked at Stella with a disgusting face and my anger boiled inside me. Stella quickly straightened her back and took my hand under the table. She felt my anger, and she was trying to comfort me. She smiled at my mother, Stella's expression was unreadable to me at the moment. “Thanks, Luna Mariel, this is perfect. After all, one can do so much in a short amount of time.”

He crawls to me and then spoons me with his arms tightly locking me, my back feeling the warmth his body gives off. I face him and then slap his chest. "Don't handle me like that, Ryle." I force myself not to laugh, but a smirk grows on my lips. While pulling me to him, Ryle laughs. He's laughing, like letting out a real laugh. It's so genuine that it melts my heart. He appears to be in nothing but pure joy. "I'm sorry. I just," he pauses for a while and then replaces his sentence with "Never mind." And then he looks me in the eye and tucks my hair on the back of my ear. "You look like an angel, Stella," he says.