Angelina Singer Novels & Stories

"Hi Kenzie, I'm so happy to see you. Thank you for seeing me on such short notice," a female Russian singer, Anita Orlov, who wanted to make it big in the singing industry said, meeting Kenzie in the hopes of acquiring one of her songs. Kenzie smiled at Anita and replied, "I would not miss it for the world, Anita... Not ever." There was a hint of sarcasm from Kenzie's voice that Anita leaned back, bemused. Still, she forced a smile in Kenzie's way.

I sit up and push the ball to the side. "Hey, look who's going out!" Ted suddenly exclaims and walks to the window. The other guys are busy with the game and clearly don't give a fuck. I walk to the window and see Angel walking out of the house with a bag hanging on her shoulder. I can't believe that I thought her name was Madonna. I blame that little asshole tied to the chair. "Damn! She looks hot" Ted says after a whistle. I glare at him and turn my attention back to the walking figure.

She awaited for him to introduce himself. "Oh... Edward. But you can call me Eddie." "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Angelina, but you can call me Angel." She maintained her posture. Trying to act as formal as possible to keep her pride. "Pleasure's all mine. A beautiful name for the most gorgeous lady in the room." He complimented. "Well, you're not too bad yourself." She giggled. Unconsciously blushing.

She chuckled while taking off her bag and wearing an apron around her waist. “Hello, everybody!” Angelina yelled out while standing at the counter and clapping her hands, grabbing pieces of interest from the customers. “Excuse me, please stand in line; everyone will get their orders,” Angelina yelled out while making everyone stand in line. She turns on the music to entertain the customers, and the BTS song grabs the customer's attention. Angelina does the two-and-three steps to the BTS song while placing her finger on her chin, moving her waist, and winking at the customers.

If anything, Heaven only seemed to rise higher. Now, Angelina had found another way to secure her place and that was through the director. Heaven understood everything in a glance. She would have given her dignity up for this. She stepped aside with a calm smirk. “Fine. Go ahead. Anchor the news.” Angelina straightened immediately, pride flashing across her face as she walked toward the anchor chair. The countdown began. “Ten… nine… eight…” With every number, the confidence on Angelina’s face began to crack. What had felt like victory moments ago suddenly turned heavy.

Jet said loudly. Nervously, I scooted my chair closer to Jets. I felt his humor through the bond, but he felt his face passive. A guard opened the door and I’m not sure what I expected Angelina to look like, but this wasn’t it. She looked like she had too much plastic surgery and Botox. Her teased blonde hair was probably holding the whole can of hairspray. I doubt a muscle could move in her face, but her lips appeared just a little too big for her face. She was skinny with designer clothes. Most importantly, she was human. “Good evening! My name is Angelina Tucker.” She held out her hand for Jet and me. “You must be Alpha Jet and Luna Ivory.”

I guess it makes sense, since Calliope was the one shielding her. The moment we are all inside, Anastasia looks right at Angie and she lets out a hiss. "Angelina Blackwood. What have you done?" She demands with all the authority from the magic of ages held inside her. Her aura radiates off her, and even I wouldn't even be able to answer if she ever looked at me like this.

He was naturally not clear about the old relationship between Blake and the manager, and Angie was known as the piano goddess in the industry, so she was able to suppress the situation. As she played Beethoven's < Symphony of Fate >, Angie’s slender fingers quickly moved across the black and white keys. After the song ended, she gracefully stood in the middle of the stage with her beautiful eyes narrowed, looking in Blake’s direction with a provocative gaze.

"To be honest, I like many musicians, for example, Kendrick Lamar, Eminem, The Weeknd, Jon Bellion, Halsey, and many more. What about you?" "I like Billie Eilish, Halsey, Meghan Trainor and Jon Bellion." She replied. "That is cool." The next day, she had bought him a new mp3 player which had 200 songs, many of which were sang by his favorite musicians. The incessant beeping of the oven timer broke his thoughts. He put on the oven mittens and removed the croissants from the oven. The sweet aroma of the food brought a smile to his face. He hoped Chiara would like the meal. When the food was done, he set the table and waited for Chiara to return home.

Someone found Angelina's social media and began insulting her through direct messages, calling her a criminal and human trafficker's spawn. The Family Search did manage to hype up its latest episode's content just like Ian had said. Maybe Angeline would be the one put under the spotlight first. Angeline had guessed this would happen so she wasn't as anxious. In fact, she hoped the hype would increase. That way more people would anticipate the next episode and her plan would be more successful. After her shower, she set her phone down and prepared to sleep. Just then, her phone vibrated.