Angelina Dalles Novels & Stories

Day after day passed, until the time came for Angela Jackson to reluctantly attend a dinner party held at the Hotel De Moon. Calys, her personal secretary, was supposed to accompany her that evening. However, Calys suddenly came down with a stomachache and had to be hospitalized, so Angela had to go alone without anyone by her side. Angela walked with a lazy stride, but everyone gazed at her as if she were a goddess walking with such grace, without any maids or bodyguards by her side. That night, Angela wore a maroon short-sleeved dress that fell to her knees, and with her long hair flowing naturally, she looked like a goddess descending from the heavens.

25 ANNALISE I jolted upright, the remnants of a dream clinging to me like cobwebs. A dream filled with whispered promises and stolen kisses under a canopy of stars – a dream featuring a certain infuriatingly handsome knight named Adrian. A giddy smile stretched across my face. Today was the day! The day I, Annalisa du Wales, would finally present my business proposition to the Queen herself, right there in the glorious Royal Palace. My heart did a little victory lap in my chest. This wasn’t just any business proposition, mind you. This was my brainchild, a revolutionary new loom design that would change the textile industry – faster, more efficient, and guaranteed to produce the most exquisi

says a woman who quickly approaches us. My stomach sinks uncomfortably down, down, down through my body. I recognize this woman. Though we’ve never really been properly introduced, I’ve seen her picture a million times. I’ve studied her minute expressions. I embarrassingly searched for her in the club after Miles kissed me, making certain she didn’t see. Selena. Miles’s fiancé. Right here in the flesh. The suburb restaurant we chose was not far enough to lead me away from this person, this situation, this hurt that immediately dragged me straight back down into the pit of despair that I’d been so desperately trying to claw my way out of.

ANNABELLA { The Billionaire's Maid... } CHAPTER 31-32 ≺𝕀ℕ𝔹𝔼𝕋𝕎𝔼𝔼ℕ;𝔻𝕀𝕊 𝕆ℝ 𝔻𝔸𝕋??≻

The dress was adorned with intricate metalwork, swirling patterns that accentuated her curves. As she stood in front of the mirror, another maidservant approached, carrying a velvet box in her hands. She opened the box, revealing a silver tiara, studded with diamonds and sapphires. The maid carefully placed the tiara on the Alpha's head, arranging her hair around it until it was perfect. Then, she stepped back and gave a respectful bow. Emma looked at herself in the mirror once more, and she felt ready to face her future.. The doom and Fall of her Enemies.

She said it – she told herself how she wouldn't let Alexander see the aftermath of what he has done, but this wasn't the first time she has acted on impulse, so she has nothing to be ashamed of at this point. The strange-looking girl who didn't see any reason to make a formal introduction even on their first meeting had this look on her face—a look that seems like she was expecting an answer to a particular thing, even when there was no question. According to the looks of things, she could be in her early twenties, and judging from the little bag she was carrying in her right hand, she could properly be a makeup artist sent by Alexander to get her prepared for the ball party. But there was a

Emery who clearly had too much to drink. I swear I have seen him turn every shade of color in the last few days, “Connelly, can you shut the fuck up? I’m on the verge of puking up my guts and the last thing I need to hear about is my best friends sex life.” I wanted to laugh but I was still a little ticked off about the blonde bimbo taking Dalton into his office and acting like she owned the place, “Who the hell was that Maxine girl with the awful attitude and clear as day crush on Dalton?” Nick and Con looked up at me and Nick took a sip of his coffee and cleared his throat, “She is one of the lead warriors that guards the border.” He glanced out of the side of his eye and I heard a thump

I mumbled helping her take off her dress shirt which was the only thing she had on with her beautiful pink lace panties and threw it to the side where mine was. She shyly covered her breasts and I gave her a comforting smile, "Andrea you are beautiful inside out. Please let me see you." She hesitantly removed her hands and I gulped taking in her body. The only piece of clothing left on her were her panties. She had curves in all the right places, her breasts were big but not too much and the way her hair just laid out around her head made her look like a fucking goddess. "Fuck me," I whispered.

she says, shaking the two large cups she was holding in both hands. Camila backed away from the desk, faking her hurt. She was good at her legendary facial expressions, I knew them well, mostly because I had always admired her. She's an interesting person to be inside a room with, especially when no one notices how she expressed herself calmly and productively, but still showcases her annoyance and such. I remember one dinner with the Governor of Scotts, the dinne went on for like four hours and Camila was devastated for the first half hour. Her face was enough to know how badly she wanted to leave, but she kept her composure for the whole four hours.

JILLIAN My body is shaking a bit while my hand is forming a fist as he walks towards me holding the woman by the waist. So, it is how he holds a woman he likes. The woman smiled at me and I’m forced to reciprocate that smile though I’m so broken. I’m jealous. “Jillian, she is Carina, my woman,” Angelo spoke. My world felt like it stopped spinning. I can’t believe what he just said. I forced to maintain my composed self and act as normal as possible.