Angelina Singer Novels & Stories

But the guilt simmered in her gut, a bitter counterpoint to the steely resolve forming within her. Angelina Peters. The mere thought of the woman sent shivers down Nora's spine. A fashion legend, yes, but notorious for her cutting wit and ruthless assessments. A single quip from Peters could shatter careers, leaving designers in emotional tatters. Yet, the allure of the show remained. One appearance could catapult Nora to unimaginable heights, validate her struggles and silence the whispers of doubt.

James said, turning and giving a curt nod to a darkened doorway that Alex could barely see shapes moving within. A tan-skinned woman seemed to materialize then, stepping out of the doorway and walking over toward Kenny. She was wearing a simple black mask like James, but was dressed in a gorgeous set of lingerie, red and black lace, crisscrossing over her incredible frame. Long dark hair spun down from her head and she smiled sweetly at Kenny. "Hello sir, my name is Angelica," she said, her accent thick and marking her as being of Hispanic descent. "Kenneth," he said, smiling at her as she laced her arm into his.

“Dammit Roman, I'm going alone, fight with the others, help them, and I'll meet you when it is over. I promise” “I'm not leaving you!” He stated, widening his stance, “You're not going alone” Angel winks at me, “I'm going back at them. Handle it between you Lovebirds” And she's gone. I press my microphone turning it off, he does the same “I just had you, I'm not letting you go out there alone, anything could happen to you” I cupped his face, " I need you to trust me, they're going to need you more than me. I want to go through this place alone, we'll meet after. I promise you”

Damon greeted she saw me "Damon, Anastasia" Kristen greeted us as she walked in I folded my arms across my chest as I wondered why she was here, once she walked into the lounge area she turned to us she put her hands together as if in prayer with her hands resting under her chin she began "I am so sorry to you my queen..." I stopped her putting up my hand

she said and Mr Garcia already knew what she meant as he watched her grab a glass of wine from the waiter who just walked past her holding a tray of wine. "Thank you all for making it to this year's Billionaire's Meet. As you are well aware, we are here to relax and have fun. Let me kick start this evening with a song from the beautiful Ana," the voice of the MC travelled across the hall drawing everyone's attention to the front In a few minutes, the voice of a beautiful lady filled the room with a melodious song. The program continued with an open floor for dances as music played in the background. Others seize the opportunity to build a new business partnership and that is how the evening

"Almost like a gentleman." "Almost." He echoed, leaning down to kiss my cheek, just barely brushing skin. Before I could say another word, tiny footsteps padded in behind him. "Do I look like a pop star now?" Angelina asked as she twirled in her pink satin dress, tiny flats on her feet, and a glittery clip in her hair. A small matching purse bounced on her side. I turned to her with a hand over my heart. "You look like the headliner at a sold-out concert."

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.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

Angelina's energy seemed to be running out. Angelina was already presentable, wearing a white shirt wrapped in her long light brown blazer that she hadn't worn in a long time. She combed her hair neatly. Her pale lips were smeared with heart-red lipstick. She carried a black bag and wore black boots, as it was still cold. Once she was presentable, she left her room, walked towards the stairs, and stepped up to the second floor. Having just arrived in the family room, Axton was there, sitting and taking a phone call.

I could feel Angelina seething beside me. “IF YOU’RE BETWEEN THE AGES OF 16 AND 45, MALE OR FEMALE, THEN YOU’D BETTER GET YOUR BUTT OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW!” she shouted in all our heads, using her Alpha tone. They all clutched their heads since they were affected. Nikolas and I were turned on more than anything. “Was that necessary?” Sierra asked. We all went wide-eyed when Angelina turned to face her. Her eyes were bright red.