Angelina Dalles Novels & Stories

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...”

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.

I scoffed. I was confused and mad about the moon goddess' choice of me. I hoped she would mate me with Charlotte, but instead she mated me with her older sister. I didn't say a word to her and left for my room, where Charlotte was waiting for me. I found her totally naked, and I could not hold my desire for her body, so we started making out when Angelina got us red-handed. I never saw Angelina after that night; she left her home the next morning for LA to continue her modeling career.

Angelina asked herself and got down from bed. Angelina went towards the closet and took her clothes then she entered the washroom. After taking a long shower, Angelina dressed up and came out. Angelina set her hair. Then she was about to get downstairs when her eyes fell on a paper. Angelina took the paper and opened it. She saw it was Dylan's hand writing. Angelina started reading. Hey love, I am so sorry for leaving you early in the morning. There was an emergency my love. I needed to go. My people was in problem. I need to stand in front of my people. I am their Alpha. Their king. It is my duty to protect them, love.

As they made their way through the grand archways and into the courtyard, Angelina Rosenberg—Everett’s mother—appeared, radiating grace in a flowing cream gown, a string of pearls resting elegantly along her collarbone. “Caesar!” she beamed, embracing him warmly. “You’ve been away far too long.” “I know, Angelina. Blame work,” he said with a sheepish smile. “And this lovely woman must be Amaliah,” she said, turning toward her with kind, discerning eyes. Caesar’s smile deepened with pride. “Yes, this is Amaliah. And these two little ladies are Madisyn and Micaela.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Amaliah,” Angelina said warmly, taking her hands. “Caesar told me all about you. Welcome to our lit

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?"

Angelina said, constantly staring at Nathaniel who was driving and was in a perfect mood after the fireworks. "It's okay, I'm alright now" he responded, tapping the steering as he smiled at Angelina. He felt light and was happy after saying everything out, he has been avoiding them and he thought this was the time to face his past. Well… he was already facing it since the moment he stepped his foot on the island. "Okay," Angelina beamed at him and peck his cheek. They got home, showered, and changed their attire. Angelina wore an eight-piece Ankara gown that stopped at her knees, the bodice was tight, showing off her bosoms and heels.

“Mr. Morrison, welcome. We've been expecting you. I was soon escorted through a long hallway unr we reached all small diner, seemingly deliberately secluded for the meeting I was going to be attending. We stopped at the door, which he opened for me. As soon as I walked in I could already see a woman sitting ahead with her back to me. When she turned and I saw her face, I topped in my tracks. I made a low scoff. Angelina got up from her chair, walking to me in her tight red dress. “Come on, Alexander, don't be a sulker.” She glided toward me, she tiptoed up and pecked both my cheeks while I stood rigid.

Angeline and Wayne stepped into the private room and then took off their weapons. Angeline had a fair and beautiful face, with starry eyes and delicate eyebrows. Her Bordeaux red hair was curled into glamorous waves, making her the epitome of beauty. She had a curvaceous figure, with a particularly prominent bust. Taking off the sunglasses that covered half of her face, she looked slightly tired, as she had been staying up late frequently with the film crew recently.