Angelina Dalles Novels & Stories

•• I’m on my third glass of scotch, my eyes shifting to the main stage to watch m- Angel dance. She was wearing her signature blonde wig and a golden goddess themed lingerie set with matching mask and thigh high boots. She absolutely looked like a goddess, as if she was Aphrodite in the flesh. And she dances as if she was seducing men like me, daring them to touch her. My sweatpants tighten at the sight of her but I shook my head and removed my unholy thoughts. “I’m just here for the drinks…” I chant in my head repeatedly as I downed my last drink. I stood up and placed three hundred dollars on the counter as payment and tip for the bartender.

Chapter 56 - My love is enough for you and me. Della looked at the gown that Spencer had sent her. It was written 'Alfred Sung strapless High/Low satin twill ballgown' It screamed extravagant. It was was elegantly fine, with the dark maroon color. "Atleast you're happy with your date.." Della sighed as she looked at her face on the mirror. She was glad the hired makeup artist had managed to hide her eyes bags. All the crying that she had been doing wasn't helping.

Angelina's tears flowed more and more, her chest was very tight. Angelina had betrayed. Betrayed her family and also betrayed her lover. From the moment she decided to take a job at Club Deluxe she realised she had become a traitor. And now, despite her regret and pain, Angelina resigned herself to Alex's treatment as her owner. Angelina didn't give any more resistance because she was tired, but she also didn't give any response. She just behaved like a living doll in the service of her owner. Angelina's head felt dizzy more and more. Maybe it was because she kept crying or maybe it was because she wasn't feeling well, or the last possibility was that she was thinking a lot of things that ma

Angelina stood in front of the podium, pointing at Audrey with fiery eyes. Her appearance was very striking, with open and mini clothes, bright red and purple, equipped with a pink bag and high heels and thick make-up. In people's eyes, Angeline's appearance looked strange and more like a clown. She is too colorful and flashy. However, in Angelina's thoughts at that time, she felt proud because everyone looked at her and thought that they were admiring her. She was happy.

It was like every step they took had been calculated even before they made it. Angelina headed my way, drawing along an overly excited Jake. From the messy hair and slightly rumpled clothes, I didn’t have to guess exactly what they’d been doing when they hurried out of the hall. Angelina was dressed in a milk-white silk gown. Matching diamonds adorning her neck and ears. She stopped a server and took all four drinks, handing one to me and then to Wraith and Jake and keeping the last for herself. “Isn’t this fun?” she asked, and I smiled, nodding. But the thing was, parties have never been my thing, and being surrounded by so many people was… overwhelming.

The last thing he needed was more gold diggers. Unfortunately, he still had to deal with them frequently in his business dealings. Networking required a lot of parties. One of those parties was where he met Angelina Dawson. She had recently been crowned Miss Teen Monterey and was in attendance in an effort to get sponsors before moving up to the adult league. When Edward heard her name, he half expected her to approach him asking for a sponsorship. She was breathtakingly beautiful in her seafoam green dress but looked like she would rather be anywhere in the world but at that party.

She opened it but couldn’t find any clothe inside but only a single red dalman sleeve. She grabbed it and put it on. The dress was big on her and perfectly covered her body. She brushed her hair backward, using her palm before strolling out of the room, heading downstairs. She reached for the telephone on the table and dialed Mariah's number before calling it. She placed it on her ear as it rang for a few seconds before it respond. “Hello, please who is this?”, Mariah asked and hearing her voice made Angelina cried. It’s been a long time and she haven’t heard from Mariah, neither her father. She have saved Mariah contact off heart, so she would call whenever she misses her. She never knew sh

But the guilt simmered in her gut, a bitter counterpoint to the steely resolve forming within her. Angelina Peters. The mere thought of the woman sent shivers down Nora's spine. A fashion legend, yes, but notorious for her cutting wit and ruthless assessments. A single quip from Peters could shatter careers, leaving designers in emotional tatters. Yet, the allure of the show remained. One appearance could catapult Nora to unimaginable heights, validate her struggles and silence the whispers of doubt.

Still, she remained calm as she looked at Ingrid in the mirror. "I don't remember inviting you to my engagement party, Ms. Dalton." Ingrid took off her mask, her eyes were very red. She'd never seen Angeline like this before. In the past, she'd always known that Angeline was beautiful—the type of beauty that shone in every aspect. She didn't need exquisite makeup or outfits. Even a bare face and the simplest outfit made her stand out among the crowd. No one could miss her. That day, Angeline shone brighter than ever before. But even if she wore expensive jewelry worth millions of dollars, they didn't steal her thunder. On the contrary, they accentuated her beauty and flawlessness.

"I never had anything to do with you. Using your visitor's room for a sweet sex today should even be appreciated. Even your house belongs to me. It is ruled by me and this room is only ten feet farther from my palace." "What do you mean?" I asked, speaking with rough sobs. "You're not his type..." Cassandra bragged, as he held Damon's hands with a cuddle. "Haven't you heard that even your poor mom has agreed to separate you from Damon if you don't perform well in the Academy? Are you blind to see what Damon owns and controls in the entirety of Agolia?" "Well, I don't have much to say." Damon interrupted, stalking around the room with an unseemly authority. "I'm the Alpha of the Silver Sword