Twilight Angela Weber Novels & Stories

And I decided to change, to stop the drug lifestyle I had started and to take my life back. I opened a bookstore, which is doing quite well, I even have an assistant. It was much later that I learned who this mysterious man was. Calvin Lloyd, the alpha of the Twilight Pack. He had given me a mischievous look before holding out his hand, eyes as blue as the sky, he must have been twenty-eight years old. It was his hand that he had caressed his sex, I think I blushed when I recognized it. I didn't grab his hand and for three years now we've been fighting a cold war, me to hide the attraction I have for him, and him because he's a big jerk and nothing else. I wonder if he knows it was me that d

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

This was her last gambit, using the child to bind herself to the Quinn family fortune. In my previous life, after my death and my parents’ fatal accident, Rosie used my name as a shield and swallowed the Quinn Corporation whole. Now that things had gotten to this point, it was no surprise she would resort to such tactics. Ironically, I had Tyler’s arrogance to thank for the damning evidence of their affair. Without his recklessness, I might never have gathered solid proof. Rosie continued her performance well into the night. When she realized her words were not getting through to me at all, her tone turned sharper and became tinged with anger.

I remained where I was, standing at the edge of the small lake, my attention seemingly fixed on the swans drifting peacefully across the water. “That woman was Miss Angelicca Severia,” the Beta continued. “They believe she died during the last war. But what they don't know is that the human is still alive... here, within our pack.” I slowly lowered my hand and looked at the remaining feed inside the large pouch. There was barely anything left. I took the last handful and scattered it across the surface of the water. The swans immediately gathered around the floating pieces, their wings brushing against one another as they competed for the food.

Angela rushed over, a pout on her face. “That was not fair!” She grumbled, dragging Scarlett towards the bar. Being 18 meant she was legally at a drinking age in the UK but for werewolves who had a very high tolerance, they had been drinking for a few years, although it had been more limited then. Angela was a year older than Scarlett, she took a seat sulking. “He isn't an amazing dancer, don’t worry.” Scarlett said, feeling a little bad for her. “But do you know how many hours I practiced to ask him that?” She said.

Jennifer asked when she noticed Angela standing in the room. "Hello, My Queen. My name is Angela." "Angela is the Witch I was telling you about. She was here when I got home," I said "Hello, it's nice to meet you. This is my sister Tanya and my Claire," Jennifer said. "It's nice to meet you too, Queen Jennifer. It's nice to meet all of you," Angela replied "Nice to meet you. We were told you might be able to tell if they are Truly Fated Mates," Tanya said

Wow, she could see right through the bitch with her friendly oar. "They're something you need, Miss Weber?" Ashely said with a fake smile. Damn, my girl is one badass rebel. I chuckled, and I have pride knowing my girl doesn't take anyone's shit. "No, Miss. Williams, but remember next time, get a note when you are late for my classroom. Is that clear?" Angela demanded, a murderous look in her eyes, staring at my princess. I had to hold back, or I would rip her to pieces if she hurt my mate.

He wanted to see the face she would dare present to him. It was a cruel pleasure. Angela had no idea that Khloe was the Morrison heiress, and Trey had no intention of telling her yet. Even if she were to know, it was far more entertaining to let Angela witness it herself. Angela would have to feel the same despair he did before talking about love or new beginnings with him. If Khloe discovered that the person Solara Energy sent was Angela… would Angela's experience be any different from the Fox family's? Trey's eyes narrowed as he watched Angela, eagerly anticipating his attention, completely oblivious to the undercurrent of loathing in his gaze.

TYLER I splashed water over the witch’s face. Angela gasped as her eyes opened. Her hands and legs were bound to the chair and blood gushed down her forehead. “Good morning, my dear. How was your sleep?” I taunted, and she glared at me. That woman had a lot of willpower, as she didn’t give in to my deal. “You know, I feel bad for you. You could have simply joined hands with me and I wouldn’t have made you suffer.” I said, pulling a chair before her and sitting on it.

Ramos had to be here. Herrera grabbed a lock of her hair and gave it a tug. “Perhaps I will let him have yours, too. But then what would I hold on to when...” Angela shut out his voice and cried out to Ramos with her mind. He’d come to her that way before, in her dreams when she was in Twilight and then at dusk when his wolf spirit had appeared. This time all she could feel was the deathly chill of the air. All she could hear was the pitiful moaning from down the hall. All she could see was the horrendous fanged monster standing before her.