79 Angelina Ballerina Books 관련 소설

She jumped for joy seeing the book, it was one of her favorite books, and each time she goes to the library she never meets it. Angella turned to the guard. “Thank you.” She told him and he raised his brows. He wasn't used to being thanked. “You are welcome, my queen.” With this, he went out while Agnella went to sit on one of the pink couches in the middle of the large library. There she read, forgetting about Draven. Meanwhile: Draven walked with Balia purposely around Agnella’s chamber backyard. Everything Balia said entered one ear and out the other. He was thinking about the human Jett, he was sure Agnella had taken him to her room again.

Too happy, Angelina dismissed Flora without punishment. Later on, Angelina went into the dungeon personally, clutching a piece of paper in her hand. Opening the door, she found the blue wolf laying on the ground. Axel in his wolf form looked up to see a woman in an expensive gown. Angelina put on an innocent face, spoke while entering into the dungeon, " Don't be afraid! I am a friend of Alpha Seraya! Actually, she has gone to attend an event tonight. But she left something for you. Do you want me to read it for you?"

​Bettoni offered her a very small and genuinely sweet smile. ​Angelika let out a furious shriek. She stormed into the medical bay and slammed the door behind her. ​Bettoni felt a tiny spark of real victory warm her chest. She turned and walked toward the royal library. She needed to study. She needed more weapons to survive this royal war. ​The library was completely deserted. The spacious room was filled with numerous old documents and wiped books. Bettoni pulled a heavy green book titled Toxic Flora of the Northern Borders off the highest shelf. She sat at a dark oak table and opened the thick pages.

Bella sat down beside her. "What were you doing?" Bella asked her. "Nothing just killing time by reading books," Angela said "I see," Bella said and start checking the book when a book got her attention. "Art of Seduction " Bella read this and Angela looked at her with shock. "What? Where did you get the book?" Angela asked her? "It was here only. Baby are you trying to do something naughty with your husband?" Bella asked her. Hearing this Xavier's words came in front of her.

There, she crawled toward Calix but Calix just pointed his sword to her with a sharp glare while she gave him a look of a betray "Why?! I am the heroine! I am the female lead!" she said crazily while shouting. In resukt, the nobles who are hesitating to look at this side when the barrier got ruined by Calix, couragely looked inside the veranda where angelina is acting like a crazy person. Obviousky, they are more than disgusted by her actions as they looked at her with annoyance but I am feeling different.

Crystal muttered, smiling as she was led by Angelica to sit by the nearby desk, a few steps after passing the 3rd row of shelves. Angelica placed the book down with a thud before holding the hardbound cover of the said book and flipped it open, the contents revealing printed images with words citated beside or under the photos. The pages itself seemed to be slowly darkening due to oxidation and time. The pages were fragile as if they will be torn just by a mere mistake of flipping them in an unruly way, which explains Angelica’s delicate actions.

Angelina will prove that the dignity of being a wife is higher and cannot be taken away by force. Angelina felt that she had a good opportunity. When she was alone there, she could call, ask her friend to help her make a grand dinner program. It was already office hours. Angelina didn't work overtime; she was driven home by Malic. Beforehand, Angelina stopped by a flea shop that sold used books at a low price. Who knows, there she found a good book that could inspire her to create a concept. Although the dinner was a month away, Angelina had to prepare for it now. She couldn't let Axton down. Instead, Angelina would use this task to win back the Almero family's favor.

I'm sure it must have belonged to Marcella. But even if it wasn't, I still wanted to know what the contents were all about. I took it out, creeping to the dimly lit lamp in the room. I held my breath. Anticipation was eating at me as I opened the first page. November 14, 1994. It was the day of the long-awaited ball that the Alpha chose me. He said so many things that day, like how I am the most beautiful girl in the ballroom. It was filled with socialites, ladies from wealthy families, but of all the ladies that flaunted their wealth and themselves at him,

“Now, where were we? You needed to know about Angelina, isn’t that right?” “Yes, can you please tell me exactly which location Angelina was taken to?” Isla asked, her heart racing with anticipation. Elara nodded, her demeanor serious. “Yes, I will.” She reached for a small, ornate box on her desk and opened it to reveal a crystal ball nestled inside. The surface shimmered with an otherworldly light, and Isla felt a sense of awe wash over her.

I hope she forgives me and gives me back my pretty face, I just can't live this way. Alexander's point of view: My thoughts were still on Rihanna, I just can't concentrate on anything without thinking about her. I was trying to read the book my junior cousin gave me but I don't think I'm paying any attention to it. It is filled with magic and supernatural stories. Suddenly my eyes caught something in the book. A story of the ugly girl and the beauty goddess. There are other goddesses apart from Selene and I've heard about this beauty goddess but I don't know much about her.

“But this is our problem. But the deadlines, as you can see, are up to the age of six months for a child. This is good. But it is better to find a family before the child is born. That is, she. Do you already know the name of the girl? Alina smiled lightly and happily. “Yes, I know, mom. I know. Angel. I'll call her Angel. - That is? I'll call her Angelina. I had a dream today. My baby talked to me in a dream, told me not to worry, that she would protect me from all troubles. Therefore, she will be Angelina. - A beautiful name, I like it, - and my mother sat down next to her and hugged her, hugging her a little. Alina was so happy at that moment. A moment of peace and quiet happiness. She started, distracted: - Well, I can sell jewelry, I have a little time. I would wait until I become a student of master Abraham, and as my mentor I asked for help. But we don't know werewolves at all. Or is there something I don't know?

I noted that for later and looked around the room instead. "Did that person steal anything?" Angelina shook her head and sighed as she stared out the windows. "I think she wanted one of the journals you gave me yesterday." I could feel she was lying. ''You're lying to me again Angelina. She nodded. "You're right, I am. She didn't just want one of the journals, she wanted all the journals. Your faithful little maid attacked me with a kitchen knife because I didn't tell her earlier that I wasn't feeling well."

"I knew it was because of what had happened. As they dressed me quicker than before, and tension was in the care, I became frightened. Like a shark smells blood, their eyes flashed like light off mirrors. The door flung open and they bowed to their knees. I didn't know what to do. He rushed up to me and swept me off my feet. With speed he took me to his bedroom. Closing the door as we entered he spoke a spell and wards lit up. “Now you'll be safe. I am sorry for the behavior of the Ladies. They all want you for themselves for their own reasons." "The redhead is Bridget. The blonde is Ingrid. The brunette…Angelina. They are your ladies in waiting. They have had free rein to their lives until you came home. Bridget spent her days in her garden. Ingrid taught the warriors. Angelina was an artist. She, in particular, doesn't think logically at times but her heart was in the right place.” He was tender with me and assured me he wasn't angry but Angelina has to learn there are consequences to her choices."

“But he will share now, won’t he?” Yelping, she grabbed her hair, trying to get it away from him. From the corner of the barn, a woman’s laugh floated through the opened space. Isabelle swung her gaze in the direction. Mrs. Westland came into view, her hair wild around her face, appearing like a shrew. She wore another dress designed for harlots. Anger rose in Isabelle’s head, making it pound. That trollop was the reason they were here. She’d tricked Isabelle into coming, and she wouldn’t doubt she did the same with Marcus.

Angela asked. "Of course." Alexandra smiled and hauled Angela to her lap. "What's the name of the game?" "It's a princess game," Angela said, handing over the phone to her aunt. "Let's see." Alexandra began scrolling down for what seemed like an infinite number of princess games. All pretty pink. Angela loved pink, so it must be one of them. "Is it a princess hair salon?" Angela wrinkled her nose. "No." "Princess pet salon?"

I thanked him and took a sip as Freya closed her eyes again. Anton returned with two overnight bags. He pulled out a stuffed ty-dye bear with a frilly pink dress and laid it on the bed next to her. “I noticed she carries this bear around recently,” Anton whispered as he pulled up a chair. “It replaced Mr. Bubbles. This one is Princess Ballerina,” I answer. “She disowned Mr. Bubbles when Lincoln disowned her because he bought her Mr. Bubbles.” “Ah. Princess Ballerina? I’ll have to remember that.”

A few minutes later, the bouncer met an undistinguished old woman who seemed to be in her late 60s that still wore a red bodycon satin dress. He frowned at her. “Name?” “Annika Merriweather,” her voice was shaky and high pitched, definitely those of an old woman’s. She has a killer body, though, thought the bouncer. The grand double door opened and she was permitted to go inside, the list mysteriously having her name despite it being an unfamiliar one. Once inside the grand ballroom, her eyes scanned the crowd. There were all sorts of famous people dominating different kinds of industries in this room today, but she was only looking for one known in the film industry.

The content in the little girls wardrobe had collected all her attention. It had four floors,the first floor contained sparkly ballerina dresses which almost took her breaths away. The dresses looks like it worth millions. The second floor contained beautiful and expensive looking home dresses. Different designers,perfect styles,classic looks. The third floor contained different sorts of school wears,neatly ironed and perfectly organized. "Bethel,haven't you found my school bag?" Angel asked. "Could I have left it in the library" she said to herself. "I found it" bethel said,picking up the fansy school bag which had a doll ballerina on the front cover.

She gave me a glance when I took my seat on the bed, returning the ketchups to Angelina. "What story was she reading to you?" I asked, casually as I glanced between her and the television. Angelina beamed, mouth full of nuggets. "It’s about a bunny who wants to be a detective!" She held up the book like it was sacred. "But he doesn’t know how to sneak, so he keeps getting caught!" I smirked. "Maybe he needs to change careers." "Nooo," She giggled. "He learns how to sneak later! Roxanne says everyone’s good at something, even if they don’t know it yet."

Angela grunted. "Agreed, let's just get this crap over and done with. If anything weird happens, you do you," Alinta replied to her wolf. "Yeah saving our arses as usual," Angela huffed, ready to shift at any moment. Alinta speedily snatched the books from Bellinor and made her way to the reception desk. She quickly scanned the books under his name but froze when one of the titles caught her off guard.