Angie Yonaga Novels & Stories

Ó ÒAngelaÉ Angela Moore. She was a sweet young lady. The first I ever fell in love with. SheÕd ran away from home years earlier and never got in touch with her family after getting her life together. SheÕd been running from an abusive home if I remember correctly. Just turned eighteen when she left, but she was in her mid-twenties when we met.Ó

“I can't wait to give birth to this troublesome unicorn and go on a vacation, leaving her with her daddy!’ she shouted angrily at her tummy as if the baby could actually hear her. “You deserve a vacation honey, but I feel sorry for your husband Chika. He is already going crazy having to deal with just Gojo for three days”. Angela laughed. “He is not ready for the storm to come! This girl will be a hell of work. Now back to our match making”. Yuki cleared her throat. “Okay, how about this guy? He's an American personal trainer, who enjoys rock climbing and outdoor adventures. Maybe a bit of a daredevil?” Angela laughed, imagining herself on a rock climbing expedition. “I'm not sure that I'd s

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

an unfamiliar voice greeted. "Giovanni, Pablo, Rafael! It's good to see you again," Andrea replied before three strangers appeared in the kitchen. "And who's this?" one asked instantly seeing me behind the counter. He was clearly Hispanic but obviously wanted me to understand what he was saying and could tell I was more likely to understand English. "Ah!" Andrea said his eyes lighting up. "This is my new bitch. Ella Jones, Luna of Alpha Leonardo Loren." "Loren's mate..." one said eyeing me. "Good catch, Andrea. But I've heard about her. Doesn't she give the Alpha a run for his money? Always running away, disobeying, talking back...ect..."

I pull my hands out of his and walk ahead of him. I won't be a coward to anyone. As we enter, my eyes roam the room, there are chattering and footsteps as everyone tries to find a seat. Mason pulls out a chair and sits next to me. I don't miss the few glances my way. My eyes roam the room and fall on Angel, a female agent in the background. I've worked with her and fuck if she wasn't one of the baddest bitches I've seen. There's just something about seeing a woman as headstrong as you are.

She says through her clenched teeth as I saw fury in her eyes. Saying that Danika has anger issues would be an understatement and they usually get triggered when people refuse to listen to her or when they tell her what to do. “Bring it on, doll, I. AM. NOT. LEAVING.” I enunciate every word before walking away. I don’t really get angry or frustrated but somehow Danika manages to make me rip my hair off without even trying. I could hear her yelling at me from behind but I ignore her. I know the fighting or arguing is not going to lead anywhere because she is too stubborn and I am not going to change my mind either. I am not going to take her seriously right now.

There is a wide grin on her face as she looks between us. My eyebrow quirks up. "Uh, I think we might need an explanation for that one," I say slowly, glancing over to see Daniel just as confused. "Hybrids are more powerful than normal angels, right? So, we break them out of rehab and have them help us take down the Council!" Daniel lets out an incredulous snort. "Are you insane? Do you remember how high security was there?" "Yes, but I have also seen the strength of your pack. Plus, Ana is probably one of the most powerful angels in the world now that she's got her wings back.

Alpha Ryan Damison All I see is red. Anger. My veins ferociously pulsate hard as I think of my mate. My mate is a guy, I can’t accept this shit. Clearly, the Moon goddess had it out for me. What a sly bitch, as there is no more hilarious mistake than pairing me with a guy! I knew she hated me from the start. But there were bigger bastards than me in the past. Then why me? Why? My chest heaves menacingly, anger and fury rising to the surface. The way my mate existed disgusts me. His gender disgust me, his thin body, his weakness, everything about him disgusts me.

I said, breaking away a bit. “Other stuff,” Angie said, making a face. I cleared my throat. “Angie Lopez is a very important business associate of ours. She has many high profile clients and recently her assistant found out she’s having twins and wants to stop working all together in a couple months,” I said, laying it on a bit thick. Angie is big on flattery.

Yuna secretly praised Nina for a job well done, her smug smile impossible to suppress. “Sorry about that. She’s pregnant.” Angela’s fists clenched, trembling faintly, as sparks flared in her eyes while she stared at Nina. It was only because Yuri was present that Angela held herself back. She endured it for the moment and apologized to Yuri, “Sorry for offending you, Miss White. She’s my ex-husband’s sister. She is indeed pregnant, but no one knows who the father of the unborn child is.” “What kind of talk is that? The child she’s carrying is clearly…”