Novel & Cerita The Real Angel Guzman From Stand And Deliver

I inquired,eager to know. “Ask him,”The warden nodded towards the man who was sitting calmly in the highly backed chair. I turned to look at the man, trying to search in my head if I have ever seen his face. “I'm Diego Del Fantasma.”He introduced himself, stretching his hand for a handshake. “I…I'm Angelina Fernandez.”I stuttered,I looked at his stretched hand then raised my head to look at him, wiping tears from my eyes using the back of my hand. “Don't worry,I have no intention to harm you.I'm here to pick you up.”He said with a smile on his face.

she demanded. Raul let out a dark laugh. "Do you really want me to answer that?" "Answer me!" she screamed, aiming the gun at me. Oddly, I felt no fear—only defiance. "Fine," Raul snapped. "Angel is real; you're fake. She's loyal; you're a traitor. She's incredible in every way, and you're nothing compared to her." Catalina shrieked, firing the gun skyward. "You can't say that!"

Denver holds his nape and crashes his lips onto Angelito. “I love you more, Angel. Our service is now waiting….” They laugh at each other before they put their luggage in the compartment. When the door closes, Angelito holds onto his arm, and it will continue until the end of his day. THE END THE GOVERNOR’S SON Created by: ADPrado10

zhul recognized him as John Vergara. "Um Angel, Mrs.Villanueva needs to see you immediately" he said. "I'm kinda in the middle of something" angel said. "I'm sorry, angel, but it's important." angel sighed in disappointment. "Okay, I'm coming." angel said. She got up and walked towards the door before leaving she turned back to zhul. "We will finish this later" She said. zhul nodded and angel followed john.

Finally she stopped in front of a hotel that Xavier knew too well it was the popular Grand Castino Hotel owned by a Mexican man named Diego Derbez, a mate of Xavier, he was a nice guy, they did good business. Xavier watched as she picked up her phone and called, she spoke some words to the receiver then ended the call, but she kept looking around as if expecting to see someone pop up from nowhere, she might be expecting Jacob- her lover who Mr. James Jones had informed Xavier about. The whole issue confused him a bit, what amount of drugs did she actually wanted to buy? Three million dollars was a lot- even for drugs and Amelia didn’t go with a spare truck to carry the package, she was indee

She said, “For me? Are you sure?” “Yep, that's what Gwen said.” “Okay.” I said unsure, wondering who would send anything to me. I headed out and down. When I got to the front desk, a guy was standing there. “Dr. Alessandra Cole?” he asked. “That's me.” “Okay, please sign here while I bring in the delivery,” he said, handing me the clipboard and walking out. I signed the paper. I heard Gwen gasp. When I looked up, the guy was walking in with what looked like six dozen red roses. What the fuck.

As we rolled into Fernando’s district, I leaned against the door, watching the people in the street. And that's when I saw it. It was parked right in front of a worn-down bar with flickering signage. A familiar sleek, midnight black Genesis G70 sedan. And my eyes narrowed. “Slow down,” I said to Tomas as I sat up straighter. The car crept forward slowly and I leaned out slightly, squinting at the license plate. There was no mistake. It was Angel. I knew his car like I knew the edge of a blade. “Park the car,” I said, my voice cool but tight.

about me. I pushed him aside and opened the door before he could protest. The deliveryman turned around. “How may I help…” My words trailed off when I saw his face. “You have a lot of nerve showing up here.” “Hi!” Angel raised his hand and smiled mischievously. “What do you want?” “You are not going to invite me in?” he holds up the pizza box in his hand. “I come bearing gifts.” “A box of pizza?” Elvis said from behind me. “Are you out of your damn mind?”

The guy bowed his head in respect once again. "I'm so sorry I forget to introduce myself to you once again, ma'am. I'm Robert, your hus…I mean, Mr. Gallagher's private pilot. He sent me here to deliver this food to you and to wait for you to have a taste of it so you can ascertain whether or not you like it. If it's not to your liking, then I'm to report it to him and by the time I go back, another different Indian chef would have already been through with the dishes so I just have to get it and fly back to you." By the time he was through, Angelina's eyes were as wide as saucers but still, she refused to believe what her mind was insinuating so she asked,

"She sent assassins to kill me." "What?" Samantha exclaimed. "You're lying, we never sent assassins to kill you, did we mum?" Celina shifted uncomfortably, as her lips shook but no words came out. "Look me in the eye and deny it madam." Khalid said dangerously as he locked eyes with Celina. "Mom?" Samantha paled. "Oh no."