Novels by Angel humphrey

Justin watched Ivy as she placed the bowl of cookies in front of him before heading to the fridge. He knew she was upset-really upset-and he had no idea how to explain why he had pulled away. How could he tell her that his distance was never about indifference but rather an attempt to protect her?He let out a slow, tired sigh before picking up a cookie, his eyes following her every move as she poured milk into a glass.She looked beautiful.Too beautiful.Justin quickly averted his gaze, staring down at his hands, his fingers twitching slightly. He reminded himself-over and over-that she was off-limits. But his heart wasn't listening.He liked her. A lot. More than he should."Here," Ivy said, setting the glass of milk in front of him. She turned, already walking away, but before she could take another step, he reached out and caught her hand, pulling her toward him.She let out a small gasp, her body tensing. "Justin, let go," she said, her voice tight as she tried to pull away.B

Ivy froze, staring at him speechlessly as a whirlwind of emotions crashed over her—excitement, nervousness, confusion. She didn’t know how to feel, didn’t know what to say. Her heart pounded in her chest as she processed the moment.This was him. Her father. The man her mom had been talking to lately. She knew this was coming, knew they’d eventually meet, but nothing could have prepared her for the reality of it.“Ivy,” he said softly, taking a tentative step toward her. His voice was warm yet hesitant, as if afraid to say the wrong thing.She blinked, her mouth opening but no words coming out. She had imagined this moment so many times—what she would say, how it would feel—but now that he was standing right in front of her, all those thoughts disappeared.He stopped just a few feet away, his gaze searching hers. “It’s… it’s so good to finally meet you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.Tears pricked at Ivy’s eyes, her chest tightening as she fought to keep her composure. This w

Emily sat nervously, her hands clasped tightly on the table as she glanced at her watch again. Almost two hours. She had texted Robert earlier, asking him to meet her here if he wanted to, but his silence had been deafening. Still, she held onto hope.She let out a deep sigh, her mind racing with doubts. What if he didn't want to come? What if he'd decided that whatever connection they once had wasn't worth revisiting?Just as she reached for her bag to leave, the door to the restaurant opened with a faint chime. Her eyes darted to the entrance, and her breath caught when she saw him.Robert.He paused briefly, scanning the room until his gaze landed on her. For a moment, their eyes locked, but then he looked away, as if unsure or hesitant. Emily sat back down, her heart thudding in her chest as he walked toward her."Hey," he said quietly, stopping just in front of the table."Hi," Emily replied, her voice soft, almost tentative.Robert hesitated before pulling out the chair across f

"I’m not going to pretend I don’t understand where you’re both coming from," Ivy said, her voice steady but firm as she looked at her mother. "I get it—from your perspective and his. But you both need to stop dancing around this and just talk it out like adults."Emily sighed deeply, nodding. "I’ve tried, Ivy. I’ve called him, I’ve texted him, but he’s ignoring me. He’s still upset.""Don’t worry, Mom," Ivy said, placing a reassuring hand on Emily’s shoulder. "If he really wants to meet me, he’ll come around. You’ve done your part. Now it’s his move."Emily chuckled softly, though her eyes betrayed her lingering doubt. "Oh, Lord, I sound like some high school girl in love," she said, shaking her head.That drew a laugh from Ivy, light and genuine. "You kind of do," she teased, grinning.Emily joined in the laughter, the tension easing between them. ~~The morning was crisp as Ivy made her way into the school parking lot, her bag slung over one shoulder. She kept her gaze fixed ahead,

Justin forced a smile, nodding absently as Kulture showed him something on her phone. He wasn’t really paying attention. His mind was stuck on Ivy, seated just a few rows ahead, oblivious to the turmoil he was feeling.He couldn’t help but steal another glance at her. She looked focused, her eyes trained on the teacher, her pen scribbling notes in her notebook. It was the little things about her that always drew him in—the way she tucked her hair behind her ear, the soft smile she’d give when she figured out a tough problem, the way she’d tease him when he messed up.This was why he had to distance himself.It wasn’t the first time he’d tried this tactic. Pulling back, giving her space, ignoring the feelings that seemed to grow no matter how hard he tried to suppress them. It always worked—or at least, it had before.He’d give it a few weeks, apologize for being distant, and everything would go back to normal. That’s what he kept telling himself. That’s what had to happen.Because the

Robert stared at Emily, his face a mixture of shock and confusion. For a moment, it seemed like he hadn’t heard her correctly. “You… you got pregnant?” he finally managed, his voice barely above a whisper.Emily nodded, her gaze fixed on the ground. “Yes.”His eyes searched hers, looking for some kind of explanation. “Did you… did you keep the baby?”“Yes,” Emily replied softly, her voice steady but filled with tension.The silence that followed was deafening, punctuated only by the distant hum of traffic and the rustling of leaves. Robert’s jaw tightened, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.“You kept the baby, and you didn’t tell me?” he asked, his tone sharper now, disbelief etched into every word.Emily flinched but held her ground. “I didn’t have a choice, Robert. You were gone. You left town. I didn’t have your number, and I couldn’t exactly walk up to your family and tell them. They wouldn’t have believed me.”“Emily, I would’ve come back,” he said, his voice risin