Angelina Ballerina Books Novels & Stories

I will make sure I manipulate those bitches , they will all know who is the rightful owner of being the ruler " she smirked as she roamed around the big library, I will be just like the respectable former queen angela and hee husband , respected by all the lands of the minor rulers. She took out a book without even looking at it , it was now on her arms when she started to open it the title read " your doom" but Ariel smirked .. but after she started reading the first few chapters , she got bored and she wanted to close the book but the book opened itself up to a certain page " the subtitle read you are just a puppet "

“That obvious?” “Very. She’s in our room changing out of wet clothes. She told me to tell you to go away if you showed up.” Angelina crossed her arms, still smiling. “But I’m not her keeper. She’s confused as hell right now. That kiss really messed with her head.” “Good,” I said without thinking. “Because it messed with mine too.” Angelina laughed. “Careful, basketball boy. She’s not like the girls you usually play with. She’s got real pressure on her. Scholarship, strict family, and the whole thing.”

“Mm. You’re right.” Though in his heart, he thought, ‘You have your strategies and I have mine.’ Angeline was surprised by how easily she had deceived Jay and was secretly delighted. “I’ll apply for day school for the children tomorrow, then.” “Mm." Angeline was relieved. At night, Angeline found a book on her bedside table that had come out of nowhere—Pinocchio. Angeline then recalled the protagonist Pinocchio whose nose grew extremely long from lying, and she could not help but touch her nose…

It was for the first time someone was asking her to be their friend. "Please say yes. Pleaseeeeee" They requested like kids were requesting for chocolates. Angelina smiled at their cute act and spoke up," I will be glad to be your friend" As soon as those word left her mouth, those girls shouted in happiness then jumped on bed and hugged Angelina with happiness. Angelina got startled by their sudden hug. She smiled and hugged them back. "Do you like to read book? We have a big library in this mansion?" One of them asked Angelina.

Thank god I wore a thick jumper and trousers, I was warm and cozy. Looking to my right I see Chloe, this time Bri referred to her as Cambridge Academy's very own Regina George. She took advantage of the fact that we had no uniform prancing around in mini skirts and tiny tops. I don't blame her, she's got a pretty figure so why not flaunt it? However her heels surprisingly within the limit of 4 inches were bright pink and evil to the human eye. God those things were vibrant. She gave me a dirt making me look back to my book.

And more importantly, did she want to know? The week passed by uneventfully. Bella returned to her duties as Angela's nanny, helping the little girl with her studies and trying to bring more fun into her structured life. Killian was often absent, dealing with whatever mysterious business occupied his time, but when he was home, Bella noticed he made more of an effort to spend time with his sister. Before she knew it, it was the day of the ball. Bella had spent most of the afternoon helping Angela get ready, doing her hair and making sure her dress—a pretty pink confection with layers of tulle—was perfect.

Holding a large bag of newly purchased books, Jenny smiled apologetically, her voice soft like water, nodded to the young man who was blocking her way, "Hello." Angelina nodded, "Hi, I don't know if I have free time, I have something to tell you." Although she said this to get Jenny's opinion, it was clear that she did not mean it by looking at the cover of the bookstore. Today, she purposely came to see Jenny, now asking is just a formality.

Then, after staring wordlessly at Angelina for a while, she finally passed the sketchbook to her stepmother. With a big smile on her face, Angelina opened the book, taking some time to admire the perfect replication of the same garden they were seated in once again and profoundly praise Isabella in an awed tone before flipping to the next page. And that was when her smile faltered a bit because on that page, was a drawing of a vaguely familiar woman's face but with the body structure of a devil. Angelina couldn't help but giggle when she saw that. "O M G! What's this? I must say you're a very, very good artist Bella but what in the name of all that's holy is this? A she-devil?"

And then, once that was over, we could begin. “I've been researching,” Angela began almost immediately. We all watched as she pulled out a large, tattered book from her bag. It looked ancient, the pages yellowed with age, the leather cover cracked and worn. “There might be a way to help Alvin.” My breath hitched. “What do you mean?” I asked. Angela shook her head, flipping open the book. She opened it to a page and shoved it into the middle of the table, tapping on the page with her finger. “His hand.”

After I told them what had happened, Anna struck me across the face. "Have you lost your mind?" she demanded. "You're going back to that psychopath? Was having your legs broken not enough for you?" I pressed a hand to my cheek. For the first time, I did not argue. I looked at both of them and spoke calmly. "The Don said someone from the Rossi family must attend the ballet." I let the words settle before I continued. "But it will not be either of us."