Angelina Dalles Novels & Stories

Sebastian makes a gesture with a serious face: "Change the dress in the first place." Angelina shuts her mouth and runs into the trial room, holding the dress in her fist. Five minutes later, Angelina comes out, grabbing Sebastian’s attention. She was wearing a net red designer gown that covered her thighs as well. Her open hair flew in the air, and there is a beautiful smile on her face that is shining like a star. The dress is perfect, and the colour is awesome. “Beautiful.” He muttered, making her smile. She looks at herself before sharing a look with him.

Alinta said gently, then petted her wolf's head before fading away, leaving Angela who was still snarling at the black plant. Alinta made her way to the bathroom for a quick shower, washing her hair in the process. Today, she wanted to look nice for the event because it was her birthday after all, and she aimed to enjoy it as much as possible. Alinta decided to straighten her hair, which was a rare sight; it was so long it reached her thighs. She applied dark red lipstick and a reddish-brown eyeshadow on her upper and lower eyelids with a bit of ice gold for highlights. Her long, full lashes didn't need eyeliner after she applied a generous coat of mascara, which made her vibrant green eyes

She was not some stranger who would just walk in and leave without an effect. She was more than that. And worse… she was beautiful. Not in the vain, superficial way Lysandra flaunted. No. Delilah had that effortless kind of beauty, the one that didn’t need much to leave an impression. With her long dark lashes, soft voice, and mysterious demeanor, it was the kind of presence that made men stop and look. And Damon… He looked. Even if he didn’t mean to. Even if he didn’t want to. He still looks at her, he still watched, and deep down I knew that he found himself getting lost, admiring even.

Angela's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “An..Angela” she replied as if she had choked after swallowing a fly. “Oh! Nice to meet you, Angela”. “You must be…” “Breanna Armstrong, yea , the one that Antonio died for in the movie, his talent is superb , who would believe this cold prince would turn to a perfect different character on the screen,he never kissed me..and now I can say he tastes just how he looks. Also I dated him for two weeks and believe me, he is only good on the outside,inside not much”.

A cold and sarcastic smile appeared on this armless woman’s lips as she asked, “Why? Just because you expelled me from Silver Blade PACK and cut off my wolf claws, then I am doomed to be dead? Sorry to disappoint you but I am perfectly well, Lady Chloe, thank you for asking.” Then she turned to the crowd of people and slightly bowed: “Good evening and thank you for giving me this opportunity to speak out. My name is Angelina, a former maid at Silver Blade Pack. I have lived in the darkness and shame for too long. And now it is time for me to clear my own name!” “LIAR!” Chloe straightened her back and roared. “BITCH! LYING WHORE—” “Can somebody cloak her mouth, please?” Gamma Glen from Grey C

37. Aly strutted into the office with high spirits. Today was the day she signed the deal with one of the largest beauty companies in New Jersey. She took out her phone as she sat at her desk to see if she had received any notifications or messages from anyone. She remembered her phone buzzing last night, but she didn’t check who it was from.

Angela's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “An..Angela” she replied as if she had choked after swallowing a fly. “Oh! Nice to meet you, Angela”. “You must be…” “Breanna Armstrong, yea , the one that Antonio died for in the movie, his talent is superb , who would believe this cold prince would turn to a perfect different character on the screen,he never kissed me..and now I can say he tastes just how he looks. Also I dated him for two weeks and believe me, he is only good on the outside,inside not much”.

Gale nodded in approval. Angel sighed, but she still followed the shop clerk inside the fitting room... After a few minutes, Angel came out from the fitting room again. Gale's jaw almost dropped halfway to the floor when she saw Angel with the second dress... "---This is an Audrey Heplburn inspired rutched dress with round neck and short sleeves. This is in Calret color, and it looks really good with her tanned complexion... Gale thinks that this dress is perfect and suitable for Angel because it's not too revealing, and she looks really comfortable in that dress.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

Believing that I deserved to try out a relationship with someone, if ever he confronted me with such intentions, I was to agree and try it out with him. We hadn't heard of Angela for a while. She wasn't calling the house anymore neither writing to us. Only a month earlier when she appeared on a TV interview that we last saw her. I believed that she was doing great and very fine over in France and I should think of starting a life here in the USA. On one of the days with in the two months, it was accurately a Saturday at eight thirty pm when Dalton appeared at my house door. My parent's house had turned out to be small for me in the past one month of receiving my promotion so I rented myself