Angelina Dalles Novels & Stories

Angelina followed his gaze and gasped dramatically, slamming a hand on her chest. “Oh, you're with someone. I didn't quite notice. Hello, darling,” she said, locking her gaze on me. I forced a smile. “Good evening, Ms. Lancaster.” “You look familiar. Weren’t you at the Reagan Conference? Allwell Group?” I lifted my chin. “Yes, I was.” She chuckled dryly, looked me up and down. “You share quite a resemblance with someone I used to know.” She snapped her fingers at Alec. “Dear, do you remember that server girl from six years ago? The one who ran off from the hotel that morning, sobbing like a teenager?”

Little Angelina couldn't comprehend what she was looking at. She looked up at the lady holding the gun again just to be sure that it was her lovely mother. She blinked several times to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. Before she could say, Jack, Kathrine had pulled the trigger and shot the woman. Blood spilled on the floor with fragments of the woman's brain splattered all over the floor

"Like my wife said, we're happy to be here and are very grateful to be welcomed in such a good manner. As most of you know, I am Basha Siromani, and this is our daughter, Annabelle Ameera Siromani." Annabelle looked sort of annoyed when her dad called her Ameera but she covered it immediately. I wondered why, Ameera is a cute name. That was when I was able to take a good look at her. To say she looked stunning would be an understatement. Unlike the other girls, she wore something simple. It was just a plain navy blue dress that reached her ankles. Her jewelry wasn't shiny and she didn't have her glasses on. Annabelle gave a small wave and smiled after her dad introduced her.

everyone nodded. We decided the reception would be held at Dylans House, his reason was he wanted to show his support even though his situation was different he understood how Mike and Maya felt. the following morning after breakfast Charlie and I went to the mortal realm to get a dress, Charlie decided he would buy a suit as well, so off we went to the Trafford Centre, first we shopped for my dress, I opted for a golden dress, that flowed down to my ankles, it was low cut, and strapless, Charlie assured me that when Damon sees me in this dress he will die all over again, that made me blush.

Davis asked. "Our daughter had only one friend and that is Mrs Carter. When she comes to New York, she only stays in her house and Mrs. Carter's. She travelled to New York to mourn with her friend and we find out the very day she arrived in New York, she had an accident returning to the airport?" Mr Peterson said.

Excitedly, he was just about to open the hidden door when a crisp voice came from outside, and a girl walked into the room. "Sister!" the girl yelled; she was wearing a jade green long dress. She had long golden hair and exquisite features. Darryl had met her for the first time the previous night; it was Angeline, the Queen's sister. It was already too late for Darryl to hide when he saw her. Angeline had already seen him, and she stood still with shock.

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!"

Angelina asked her personal make-up artist to make up Alaya for her special day. Alaya stepped down the stairs, facing all the gazes of richest people from the state. She had a very light makeup revealing her innocent face in full glow. She didn’t wore hijab as her stepmother insisted her. Her long black hair with curls at end, swaying on her back, were breath taking for many men. As she reached, Wasim and Angelina stepped forward and hold her hand to introduce her to people.

Angelina POV A proposal, he gave me a proposal to work for him, that was insane, I can't leave my job just to work for him, I walked towards the bathroom, I needed to freshen up, looking around the bathroom, it looked so classy, I was not gonna get used to these environment, I don't belong here, am a none classy girl, and I can't afford here, not now, I stepped out from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around me, I walked to the closet, selecting the most comfortable clothes in the closet, It was a dress, a floral gown, it have some designs attached to each side, giving it a beautiful view, I wore it, it fitted tightly on me, like it was made for me, I looked at myself in the mirror, i combed m

"Billshit. Over time, you will become a company slave and shit.” Angel ignored her cousin's sarcasm and continued dancing to the music. She freed herself to do anything tonight. She even wore one of Ellena's sexy dresses that she had just brought from Las Vegas. The dress was thigh-length, had a deep V-neck and almost touched her navel. Underneath the dress she only wore a thin thong and something for her breast. It was definitely not a bra. She didn't wear it at all tonight. Ellena gave her a bra cup with tape to protect her precious assets. “Psst...”