Talking Angela Eyes Creepy Novels & Stories

(Angela) Angela face contorted with pain and pleasures, tears were running down her face, with reddened face. Her mouth were smiling with glee and satisfaction as she drooled with her head slumped on the desk. Her pussy inner walls were massaging my entire length, it clamping on me too hard and tried to pushed me out, and greedily sucking it back in. At the same time, Angela still orgasm again, squirting her cum all over me again.

"Miss Hale, are you alright?" Angel barely heard the lecturer calling to her from the front of the room. When Angel had last looked, Professor Bladon had been scribbling some nonsense about the value of fated mates upon the digital whiteboard. Now she was glaring at her, her usually pale blue irises now an electric blue, suggesting that the witch was growing pissed. It was clear just from looking at her that it wasn't the first time she had addressed her. "Angel?" "I…umm…" Angel stammered and thinking up the first excuse that came to mind, she gasped,

he added. "Me too, it is nice meeting you," she smiled so widely that Pocco froze for a while and just stared at Evangeline's eyes. "Do you know your eyes are really beautiful?" he grinned and Evangeline blush, not because she liked him but because she felt shy for the compliment. "Maybe, but I think this is pretty common," she said remembering how many of the angels had blue eyes. "Common?" Pocco chuckled, "Of course not, that's pretty rare, you girl!" he said.

I wanted to cry because of so much annoyance but I couldn't because my mascara would get ruined and that man didn't even deserve a single tear of mine. But you see, a few days after I encountered him there in Expression Valley, I started to feel like someone was following and watching me. And actually, I tried to look for other clients again and not be affected. I still get one or two every day somehow, but I still feel like I'm betraying someone even though I don't even have a boyfriend. I mean, that's so fucking strange. In fact I was a goddamn horror and gore novelist for the freaking sake of voodoo dolls and I was actually planning to be a Funeral Director, yet I found myself screaming m

"Ismael Kiplimo!" He witnessed a shocked frightened look in her eyes. A shock of realization. Tears welled up in her eyes. It was obvious she was going to cry. She shrank down the couch and lowered her eyes covering them with a leso and broke into tears. She shamelessly cried like a little kid. Mary crossed over to comfort her. "Don't cry sis. It is alright."

"That's impossible Alpha, My father was a werewolf not an Hybrid." "Cali, you glow in your sleep and sometimes you chant spells. And when you wake up the following morning, you have no idea of the previous night." I stared at him in disbelief. He motioned for Gamma Lou and he withdrew from the door. He pulled out a phone from his pocket and handed it over to me. There was a video on the screen. I hit play and the video started. I was the one in the video sleeping but my mouth was moving, my body was also levitating and I was glowing. My body was glowing this bright blue colour, brighter than my eyes and towards the end of the video fire started going off in the room but nothing was burning.

Maya's eyes brimmed with tears as she smiled and sweetly said, "Good luck, everyone. I know you're all going to crush it." I didn't respond and looked down to check my bottle. There was a faint trace of white powder along the rim. It was incredibly microscopic and nearly impossible to detect if I hadn't been actively searching for it. My fingers clenched violently around the bottle, and a freezing chill raced up my spine. I had kept my eyes on Maya the entire time, turned down her drink, and never let her touch my tactical gear bag. And somehow… When I looked up, she was staring dead at me, as if eagerly waiting for a spectacular show to play.

"Sorry mother, I lost the track of time. The garden side gate is closed I'm taking the other door. I'll join you both in just 15 mins for dinner." Anya just cancelled her call when a ball comes to her making her startled and she loses her balance but a strong arm holds her waist and pulls her closer and she immediately inhaled a musk fragrance. Anya puts her both hand on that person's chest to create some distance then looks up and met with a pair of blue-green eyes but this time those eyes were without any ridiculing or mocking. They were looking so pure that she couldn't help but become fascinated and she thinks "His eyes are so beautiful!"

"Goodness, yours is different. She's your MOM!" "That's why it's much harder, she is my mother." The image of Helena Aragon materialized in Aster's mind. The shocking revelation of her true nature earlier still felt surreal. Well, the video she filmed will help her accept the harsh revelation although she won't bring it up tonight. "I know I'm being hypocritical but I beg you, don't tell anyone, especially Daddy." They slugged another considerable amount of vodka like it was water. Care opened another one not that she complains. She even cackled humorlessly, unaware that she was speaking more than usual. The alcohol must be kicking in.

It does not hurt, nor does she feel her magic draining. "Boo!" And she fall back when the Angel of Death just showed up out of nowhere. She blinked couple of times, breathing heavily when she finally saw his ice blue eyes. It was cold and terrifying. "Did your parents not tell you that staring at someone is rude?" "Where am I? What have you done to my friends?" Her voice shaky as she stands up, bravely facing him. "Did you kill them? Why have you taken me?"