Talking Angela Eyes Creepy Novels & Stories

Angela turned her gaze away from him; facing the window by her left, she whimpered. She freed her hands off his grips slowly; standing up, she strolled to the window. She was confused as if the current events could be true and must be a bad dream. She flushed her hair backward with her hand and chewed on her lower lips. Her eyes shut heavily, she was under a dark cloud at the moment. Edwin stood up from the bed; and shuffled towards her. Standing behind her, he quavered; "so you cannot even look me in the eyes?"

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

She grabbed George's wrist—her nails digging into his skin—and dragged him into the back room, a cramped space cluttered with foam boxes and nylon ropes. The tin roof rattled under the wind, and the air was thick with the stench of stagnant water and fish scales. "The last time I told you to message your sister about coming back to L.A., what did she say?" Angela's voice was a low, feverish hiss. Her pupils contracted—a tell-tale sign of a wolf's greed being set on fire.

After a good stretching session, she got to her feet, her eyes fleeting around and everyone was staring, murmuring to each other. Her eyes landed on those vampire girls, and they snickered at her. That was the last strand of her patience that snapped. Pulling out her air pods, she put her stuff in the bag and trekked over to those girls. Angela's gait was powerful with her shoulders squared as she regarded those girls with a cold emotionless look. "What are you lookin' at?" Angela asked icily. Those girls were 5-6 years older than her, but the way Angela stood in front of them, she portrayed that she didn't give a flying f*ck if they were older than her. If they wanted to mess with her, she'

“I saw it as it ran away, and it didn’t have the gait of any wolf I’ve ever seen. It had to be something else, something… Horrible.” As Angela spoke, we both shuddered. “Well, I haven’t seen it,” I said, partially just to ease my own worries. “You’re sure you weren’t dreaming or something?” “Olivia.” Angela reached out and gripped my hand tightly, her eyes shining with intensity. “I swear I saw it. I know that I was awake. Please believe me.” I paused for a moment, biting my lip, before I finally nodded. “Of course I believe you.”

Meanwhile, back at camp, Angela is enjoying her new surroundings; it still hurts that she lost her mother, and she knows her family will no longer be the same, especially after finding out her blood brother is her half-brother. While lying in her bed, Angela gets this sharp pain in her head. Suddenly everything is pitch black; she feels like she can't breathe as a light draws her into the woods. Angela sees Jack and Rick; they are in an old cabin, Jack is wearing a blue hooded top she got him last year for Christmas, Angela then hear a waterfall, as she looks around everything seems blurry, when she suddenly has a clear vision and see Nicole running, while running she is screaming for help l

" So do you see like, just black? or do you see purple like your eyes" "Nope, I see, nothing". " How does that feel like?". "Use one hand to close one eye, don't shut your eyes close, just use that one hand to cover it, and try looking at me, the one that's open sees me but the one eye covered sees nothing". She gasps "Woah, you're right, must be scary". "Nah... I'm used to it". Jesse's mum clears her throat " Jessica, don't ask such questions, that's rude, and Violet, you should know better than to speak while we are at the table eating, now let's just focus on our meal". Jessica and I chorused "Yes mother"

I whined rolling my eyes at him as I walked past him, swaying my backside. I'm pretty sure the idiot have a crush on my pussy but he dare not pull his cock unless he want it to be chopped off by done Russian dogs. My name is Angela, Angela Trump. I have no idea about my parents. I was only shown the video of my father sprawling in his pool of blood with splattered brain. I vowed upon watching the video that I'd be the one to pull the fucking trigger on the motherfucker that killed my parents. A sigh eluded my lips as I stopped in front of the door where I'm gonna be pound and grind. Leg raises up, hands tied behind my back, vibrator machine and a lot of all kind. I knocked at the door. "Come

"Why are you looking at me?! You told me you wanted her to sleep." Rafal said, objecting. "But not for two damn days!" Angelo replied. "She will get out of this condition before evening," replied Rafal. Angelo returns to look at her, he has the most beautiful eyes when he is angry, serious and aggressive! Kiara looked at his features and wanted to touch him, and placed her hand on his chest and gently stroked him. "You have a very nice body, Mr. Tomsey. Why don't you show it to me so I can see it again at other times!"

Angy looked down, her cheeks turning a flustered shade of red. "There's no reason to be embarrassed," he assured. "Look at me." His hand came to rest under her jaw, tilting her head up to meet his eyes Angela was taken aback, um..was he suppose to be touching her? Something felt a bit off her, perhaps it was the way the sunlight reflected against his skin, she could swear he was almost glowing