Angelina Dalles Novels & Stories

Looking at the variety of clothes- that is on the rack. Angelo finally chose from the collection of clothes a simple roll-sleeve denim dress that has a below-the-knee length. The maids were not satisfied with what their madam selected; they thought that the dress would not accentuate their madam’s body proportion and beauty. When Angelo heard the two maids’ persuasion- that he should change the dress he selected, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Why need to dress majestically: when he’s just going to welcome that ugly being’s mother and not attend a prestigious gathering. Angelo is not even mentally prepared- of suddenly becoming a girl: much less wear a dress. Can everyone take things sl

Marco and Carlos both smiled but Mateo's eyes instantly fell to Allison's body and he nodded approvingly. "You look hot," he said with a wink. Carlos turned to him, "Best friends are off-limits, remember?" Mateo shrugged, "I'm just speaking the truth." "Well, don't," Marco snapped before turning back to Allison, "You look pretty Ally." "And it's only $36.99, pretty good if you ask me," Allison said walking back into the changing room to take it off. After Allison had bought the dress, we went to a nail salon. According to Allison, it was the best one in town and it certainly looked fancy. There were mirrors on all the walls and it had a definite spa feel and scent to it.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

Sure, she was quite petite but she was blessed with finely shaped breasts and an hourglass figure. After the fitting, Amelia was asked to sit down. She sat beside Damian and the lady gave her a notebook full of sketches and asked her to pick what she liked. Amelia flipped through the pages and stopped when she saw a light pink dress that revealed the collarbone with long sheer puffy sleeves. The dress's skirt was filled with small embroidered flowers that made it seem even more beautiful. Amelia stopped and stared at it, her sunset eyes shone radiantly. "You want that?" Damian asked.

I guess lilly isn't appreciative enough to give this calm and handsome Dan a chance but not as handsome as my mike,lol. Oh! My name is Angelica Hale. Well, people call me Angel because of my beauty, and attractive nice body. I know I'm Beautiful but lilly, makes me feel like I'm not but it won't confused my mind anymore because the most handsome guy in my school chose me over her so, I'm beautiful. I'm 17yrs hold and the the third daughter of my parent.

Silas joked. My mate unwrapped herself from me, before bowing her head. “Prince Kieran.” “Hello Azuela! I see you’ve met your mate,” Kieran smiled. Even her name is beautiful. “Uh, what’s going on here?” I asked. “You must be Prince Angelo Del Gadio. My name is Angelina Wisteria, Silas’ mate. You know Kieran, and this is his mate Dahlia McCormick, a werewolf,” she hinted. She is exceptionally beautiful; not as beautiful as Azuela, but beautiful nonetheless.

When the helicopter landed on our helipad, we were all safely away, outside the fences that isolated the area from pups. Angel wasn't the first figure we saw. A tall, upright pup, giving off a powerful alpha aura, stepped out of the helicopter and looked around until he saw us. He just stood there like he was protecting someone. Afterward, the pilot came out, carrying with him some bags. Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter.

Of course we will," Angel grunted with distaste. "I'd almost forgotten that you're Dale's favorite son." With that, she turned and began to head the rest of the way out of the airport. Though the building was huge and the corridors fairly quiet at dawn, she couldn't help but feel claustrophobic. She needed to be out in the fresh air, keeping as much distance between herself and Layon as possible. We're here for Reebah and Chris, she reminded herself firmly, glad as she stepped out into the warm Italian dawn that she'd had the good sense to change out of her work uniform and into a knee-length floral skater dress.

His mistress, or should she saw Fiancée, Angelina Fernandez.

I must say that he kept my mind off the wedding which didn't last long as a maid came knocking on my door. The moment has come after all. The elders were settled as well as some other wolves when Angelina walked inside. She was dressed in a blue long dress that flowed to the floor and concealed her long legs. Well, she's tall, though I'm still inches above her. The clothes clung to her body like second skin, allowing me a view of her shapes. Something in me purred and I had to mentally slap myself. This woman was someone I should hate and that's what I plan on doing.