Angelina Singer Novels & Stories

Ava told her. “Sure thing,” Veronica said, quickly handing Ava’s order to her. Ava spun around on her chair and looked out over the club. It was a Friday night and despite it being early, it was already packed. The rumours that if you were lucky, you could see angels dancing on the dance floor and the clubs special drink, Angel’s bliss, had caused a spike in its popularity. The fact it was said to be owned by the mafia added an extra hint of danger and excitement. When Ava felt relaxed enough and the music got to her, she got of her chair and moved out on the dancefloor. She had become used to dancing in the crowd and she trusted whoever was covering her to keep the men away. Ava let the mus

I scoff. "You can't talk shit on it if you've never seen it! You know you have to watch it with me now. What's your favorite song? Mine is Swing Life Away by Rise Against" "I don't listen to a lot of music, but I guess it would have to be Californication by the Red Hot Chili Peppers," I say as she widens her eyes.

I try waving him off. “I'm serious, Alina. You're good.” “You're not that bad yourself. How come you know all the lyrics of the song?” “Sometimes, I have to watch my goddaughter. She has an obsession with Encanto. We've seen it a hundred times.” “I guess it's the rave among toddlers.” I chuckled and looked back at Niguez who was now vibing to “the family madrigal” “We're here.” Trent announced as he pulled up in our parking lot.

I turned and looked at Ace confusingly to see him holding a similar look on his face. "Angelina Jones." The man announced. Apparently, Angelina is the Date of the Russian Mafia leader. She made her way on stage and once she was one, she was immediately handcuffed by some men. "Arielle De Santis." The man announced. I looked at Arielle and she had a confused look on her face. She shrugged it off and walked towards the stage and she was also immediately handcuffed. Neither of us did anything. Probably because of the fact that we wanted to know what was going to happen.

She exercised almost every day and when she gave birth to our baby girl, she was comfortable with her body. Fast forward three years later and here we are. I was standing at the altar waiting for my bride. A lot has happened since Jackson was born. We found out that he was an angel like Ava, which was extremely rare considering that angels were only born every century. I looked over to my son as he sat with Katie and her kids. He had a bright smile on his face as he played with Katie's daughter. My attention focused at the end of the aisle when the song came on. My breath hitched in my throat when Ava came into view looking absolutely breathtaking. She was as beautiful as ever and my eyes se

He asked her, eyes still focused on the Temptress as she smiled wide and clapped. “Of course she is. Sit please. We have much to talk about. Jasmine here was telling me about the missing women that were kidnapped from my club.” Raina moved, seduction itself as she stood towards Gabriel, she leaned in, Gabriel watching her every move as she kissed his cheeks. “Raina Tate the owner of Mix and Mingle club chain. Who are you handsome?” Before she could touch him with her hands, Gabriel quickly grabbed her wrist. His eyes burning through her soul, seeing the truth no one else knew. She saw the truth in his as well. His touch told her everything she confirmed in her mind. “Angel.”

They ran to me and kissed me on the cheek before going to Finn’s side. I swallowed hard when I saw the organizers closing the chapel door, and one of them gave Olivia the cue; she changed the music and started playing and singing David Pomeranz’s song On This Day. I have heard my sister sing many times, but today, as her angelic voice filled the chapel, I could say this was the most beautiful song she has ever sung to me. When they opened the door, Angela, my beautiful bride, the angel of my life, walked down the aisle with Sister Grace, the mother she had known all her life, and Dr. Greene.

Angel scowled at him with a shake of her head, “I’m the traitor’s daughter, remember. People aren’t exactly waiting for me to call.” “And that’s exactly why she just might answer,” Layon pointed out with a proud smirk on his face. as though he thought himself to be a genius. “She knows you aren’t in with the pack, so she won’t be expecting you to work with them.” “I am not working with them,” Angel insisted even as she sighed and pressed the call button, pushing the phone to her ear. I’m doing this for you, she thought silently, unable to admit it aloud. Luckily she never got the chance because after just three rings, someone answered.

The day I'll have to kill him, the killer of my father. Currently, I've the opportunity to strike him but unfortunately, today is April 1st. I'll keep waiting until... My name is Angelina Trump, a sex maniac and a stripper. That's my profession. "Oh yeah, bring it on, call me slut. I love that. Harder!"

she said, her eyes trained on his, a gorgeous smile playing around her lips. Then angelina did something she never expected she did do before, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the ocean, though it was indeed very hard because he was damned heavy. Maybe she was getting bolder these days. "You accepted to go out with me and have fun, not to stand there like a carved statue"Angelina said with a frown on her face. "I wanna be the ocean to your shore Bring you comfort everymore I wanna be the only thing you need Be the oxygen you breathe" She remembered the song suddenly and ofcourse, she didn't sing it out but sang it inwardly, letting the lyrics dwell deeply inside her heart.