Novel & Cerita Angel Dust In Drag

The trawler is full of people and we head back to the harbour where ambulances and make shift medical tents have been set up. After what feels like hours, Dragus returns, and shifts with Asteria in his arms. I run towards him and choke on a sob as I take her in. Her pale skin is black in places from the smoke and soot. I take her from him and move her to an empty stretcher. “She is breathing. She is just exhausted. She used a lot of her power. She needs rest, Carter.” Dragus pats me on the shoulder as I look at her. She is a mess.

The day I'll have to kill him, the killer of my father. Currently, I've the opportunity to strike him but unfortunately, today is April 1st. I'll keep waiting until... My name is Angelina Trump, a sex maniac and a stripper. That's my profession. "Oh yeah, bring it on, call me slut. I love that. Harder!"

he called. A second later, Agnes's head appeared in the cracked-open door. Her smile began to spread across her lips but quickly faded as she saw me. "Um…" She cleared her throat. "Ms. Angelica Butte—" The door fully opened, and a golden-haired actress glided inside Aiden's office, proudly presenting her slender legs and tiny feet in five-inch heels. Then she stopped and slammed the door, all but hitting Agnes's face. Angelica Butterfly wore a tight, black leather dress that barely covered her curvy butt and exposed a fair part of her cleavage. For those who didn't recognize her as a celebrity just by looking at her outfit, she also wore dark sunglasses to cover her stormy-gray eyes.

His aura felt strangely familiar, but she was too nervous to ponder it. Angela wanted to back away, but decided against it. She stood her ground, determined not to show any fear. She aggressively flashed her teeth and showed the white of her eyes. Draven looked at her with his predatory gaze. He was almost ensnared by her captivating presence. He then smiled and neared her with his head held high, the atmosphere around Angela's forest gradually became shrouded by a veil of darkness.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

I sit up and push the ball to the side. "Hey, look who's going out!" Ted suddenly exclaims and walks to the window. The other guys are busy with the game and clearly don't give a fuck. I walk to the window and see Angel walking out of the house with a bag hanging on her shoulder. I can't believe that I thought her name was Madonna. I blame that little asshole tied to the chair. "Damn! She looks hot" Ted says after a whistle. I glare at him and turn my attention back to the walking figure.

I know Angel was hiding something from me. But my questions can only be answered by Angel herself. I'll have to ask her soon. With these thoughts, I drove home. 🍒Angela🍒 As I made my way to my locker, I bumped into someone. Due to the hard impact, I was about to fall back and closed my eyes, predicting the inevitable but before I could fall, I was stabilized by the person. The first thing I opened my eyes to was a black shirt with a print of an eagle on it. A silver chain was hanging on it. I think I already had an idea of who it was.

I took that time to admire their work. The makeup artist did a natural look per my request, while Elsa sulked because she wanted me to do a fuller glam look. The hairstylist did loose curls, to compliment the look. "What now?" I asked, turning my attention to Elsa. "Just pick a dress from the rack over there" she was looking down at something on her phone not really paying attention to me. "Why are all the dresses white?" I asked suspiciously. "I don't know. Jayden picked them out" she replied.

"Come!" I glanced outside of the car again before I released a heavy sigh and went out of the car without accepting Duke's help. He put his hands on his pocket and turned his back on me. I could tell that he's really not feeling good right now. The darkness and dangerous aura around him is also not helping to calm me down. 'What did I do to anger him this time?' I confusedly asked myself while following behin Duke. "What are we gonna do to them, Alpha?" I heard Gamma Adriel ask while looking at Morgan and Tiffany who are being dragged somewhere.

"THAT BITCH!" I fought not to clap my hands over my ears as her yell bounced around in my head. "Drace," Ari said, quietly, calmly. There was no room for argument in her tone as she pointedly looked at Drace's chair. Drace slumped back into the seat. "That bitch Angelina almost stole my mate from me." I could have sworn I saw smoke tendrils seeping from Drace's nostrils. Her chuckle was a thing of menace and retribution. "But she'll see. I'll make her see that Dracealina McKeenish isn't a pushover. Oh no, she isn't. She's Finn's mate. And no one can claim otherwise."