Talking Angela Eyes Creepy Novels & Stories

Nodding and trying to show her compassion through her eyes, Brenda answered, "Is there anything you want or need to talk about, sweetheart?" Angela seemed to be looking through Brenda's eyes and searching directly into her soul for any signs of treachery or deceit. Finding none, Angela seemed to collapse in on herself as she stood in front of Brenda. Brenda's felt like crying at the thought of this sweet young girl having never been able to trust anyone enough to open up even just to talk about her feelings. She looked like she was being crushed by something horrible. Like all of her hopes and dreams were being stripped away piece by piece. Finally, she looked up at Brenda with wide pleading

Angela’s blood ran cold as she swallowed hard, clutching her bleeding arm while assessing the hopeless situation around her. Her eyes darted to her husband battling the wolves, but Kesha’s voice seized her attention. “I didn't reckon you would be this foolish to roam around freely like this, Angela.” Kesha’s quiet laugh sent a chill down Angela’s spine, yet she refused to appear weak before the witch. Lifting her chin, she met her gaze without flinching.

“You’re dying.” Angela’s voice cut through the silence, sharp as the dagger’s edge. She stood at the rim of the ruins, her silhouette warped by the thing festering inside her—claws too long, spine arched like a wolf mid-leap, eyes glowing sulfur-bright. But her voice… her voice was still hers. Soft. Human. Weak.

“Get lost before I do something crazy.” The crazy bitch cursed us before stomping away. Angela on the other hand hugged me tightly. “I suddenly feel wet from watching this.” Fuck! “I think that can be rectified.”

“But I’m not here for applause. I’m here because Angela almost ended up in the hospital with anaphylaxis last night and I realised something terrifying.” She looks at me in the eye. “That I can lose her,” I continue. “At any moment. To a mistake, to silence, to ego, to the same stupidity that already cost me you.” Her breath hitches, just barely. But I see it. Angela suddenly pops up between us. “Mommy! Daddy! Look!” She holds up the ladybug like it’s treasure. Elena immediately softens, crouching down. “That’s beautiful, sweetheart. Put it back gently, okay?”

Bella murmured in between her tears. "You did, eyeing Alexander. In your eyes, he is only a rich, sexy male you can covet. But darling, he is more than you can imagine. Hah! Humans are punitive beings, they were born not to sit on our heads, but to serve us. I don't care what he is planning for you, but I won't tolerate you for a second," Angela said with a smile. Bella could see her glowing golden eyes, but the pain in her body made her unable to utter a word. "I'll enslave your soul, bye pretty girl," Angela said and choked her while Bella saw a silver knife in Angela's other hand which reached toward her face.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. You can't ask our employee to sit here with you. He has to work." It was a reasonable excuse, and Angela tried to avoid the spotlight. She let out a long breath, then looked around with a sour expression on her face. "I didn't know I attracted so much attention," she said, taking her glasses from her bag. She put them on to cover her brown eyes that resembled Ace's, then moved on. Lifting her face, Angela took out a few dollar bills and placed them on the table. "Just take the change. I'm giving you a tip too!"

"p?t.t.y.r.ng.orehead, then stares down at me. I follow his gaze and what I see in his eyes, I will never forget that moment in my life. "I love you, Angelina Valentine."

I couldn't help but recall the night when I suffered an unbearable stomachache. When I opened the door and saw her, I knew right then—she was the angel in my heart. Even though it was strenuous to carry me on her back, she still forcefully took me to the clinic. From that moment, I eagerly awaited our next meeting. Later, when I saw her in a video Rachel posted online, I realized she was Rachel's roommate. This gave me the perfect excuse. I told Rachel I wanted to visit and conveniently mentioned I had no money.

I simply say while stuffing my hands in my pocket. "Dude, I hate that word," Justin mumbles, and I scoff. Soon, we see Angel's walking figure. She is humming a song with her beautiful voice. Daniel jogs behind her with an evil smirk and pokes her side, making her yelp in surprise. "Are you fucking sick?" she asks in disbelief once she sees us. How did I not notice her at school? Angel is so beautiful with her black hair and hazel eyes. I'm going soft! "Why are you following me?" she snaps.