Angelina Singer Novels & Stories

In the darkness I was lost, But you came and found me, Like an angel in the night, You brought me back to a more beautiful life". Anastasia's voice, soft yet powerful, filled the room with emotion. Her eyes were closed and her fingers moved fluidly over the piano keys. All the emotions she had kept inside her poured out through her singing. She wasn't just singing a song; she was conveying her feelings, her experiences, and the pain she had carried for so long.

Edna stated sadly as they both stood at the hallway, thinking of ways to elude Levi and sneak into their offices. "No, I believe he won't." She stated calmly. "Edna I'm so sorry, this is all my fault." "No Laura, it's neither you nor Cameron's fault, I couldn't just leave you all like that." Edna said. "Next time you both would obey and keep to work ethics." A feminine sultry voice sounded from behind and they both rolled their eyes as they recognized the voice. Annette, the stunningly sexy marketing manager. Pretty face, nice boobs, slim waist, nice hips - all of which were worked on through plastic surgery - classy, bossy, condescending, a pain in the ass and, simply a bitch.

I replied. "Why do you always get the hot guys, you lucky fox and I'm stuck with as$holes like Rick the Dick!" I laughed hard when she put it like that. "We'll cry all night with you but please let me in first.'' "Oh, sorry," she muttered, smiling sheepishly before moving aside. "Angi!" Wai hugged as soon as I entered her TV lounge. She was going through some CD's we were going to watch tonight. "So, Titanic, Notebook, The Last Song, A walk to remember?"

“I really don’t. I swear. I’m Angelina Dawson. Whoever she is, she’s a fake.” “Prove it.” Prove it? How was she supposed to do that?! How was she even supposed to think straight in a situation like this? She had been locked in a cage singing to a murderer for more than two weeks! Angelina had to be smart about this though or she really would end up with her head in a jar. She decided to use a similar line of defense to what she did earlier. It had kept her alive this long. “There has to be a pageant video of me singing somewhere. Use it to compare my voice. You’ll find that it’s exactly the same,” she whispered desperately.

Angelina had to avert her eyes as she just couldn't handle the extraordinary coldness. It took a great deal of effort to muster the courage to say what she needed to say. "This is who I am, sir, just as you demanded to know. I'm an ordinary singer at the nightclub, a waitress and a barista. I am Angelina McQueen, the woman who dressed as your little man. As for why I did that…" Angelina paused to take a deep breath due to the gravity of what she was about to reveal but before she could utter another word, she suddenly saw the flash of movement as Maxwell stormed his way out of the cafe furiously and extremely fast, just like a fired missile.

Ulric knows I will break out the pack link and go rogue, but he doesn't know that I will rip Angel's heart out before I go like he did my son. I kept watch at the packhouse; it wasn't long before Angel came out. He sat in the garden, and I saw that he was sad. When I was about to walk, the doctor approached Angel, and I strained my hearing to find out what was happening. - Luna. - Don't call me Luna. I'm not your Luna. - Angel says in an annoyed voice. - Have you told Klaus yet? - I did not, and I won't tell. I'm going to England tomorrow. He will never know.

I have a man I love,Angela assured herself. She forced a smile back at Gideon and started dancing, at first she was a little stiff then she got lost in the music. The beautiful voice of Mexican artist singing,made Angela move her hips like a salsa idol dancer and which made Gideon very impressed by her skills. Antonio saw them,trying so much to push it down but it was impossible. “See you are getting it!” Gideon said to Angela,who muttered thanks and moved even sharper. Angela's eyes went to Antonio's direction but she could only see Breanna.

She just cradled him gently into her arms and hummed a melody that calmed Angel down. “What are you humming?” Angel asked because the melody was making him at ease while being in Mira’s arms. “I’m Your Angel by Celine Dion and R.Kelly.” Mira answered while making a soothing motion on Angel’s back. “Sing it, please?” he requested in his pleading tone. Mira melted to that tone. “I don’t quite remember the entire lyrics.” She nodded but warned Angel since she was not familiar with the entire lyrics of the song. “Just a few will do.” he understood and Mira agreed on singing a few parts of the song.

I have a man I love,Angela assured herself. She forced a smile back at Gideon and started dancing, at first she was a little stiff then she got lost in the music. The beautiful voice of Mexican artist singing,made Angela move her hips like a salsa idol dancer and which made Gideon very impressed by her skills. Antonio saw them,trying so much to push it down but it was impossible. “See you are getting it!” Gideon said to Angela,who muttered thanks and moved even sharper. Angela's eyes went to Antonio's direction but she could only see Breanna.

I muttered, and helped Angel up on her butt. The doctor arched her eyebrows. “You call that trying your best? Come on, you're excellent at this, your kids will be even luckier to have you as their father.” The way back to the hotel was rather quiet. “Is everything alright, babe?” I queried with a frown on my face. Angel stared out the window. “I want to go to the beach, and dance. I don't feel sexy wearing this.” She picked her dress’ fabric with her nails. As much as I wanted to laugh, I didn't want to get into her bad books.