Novel & Cerita Angelina Singer

A middle-aged woman with a kind temperament stood up as she introduced herself. "I am Angela Campbell, a first-generation singer who was part of the famous girl band that shook the world in the 1900's. It is a pleasure to meet you all.” She waved at them and sat down. Alexa's eyes opened as she glanced at Angela with respect. Angela was the idol back in the early 20's, she was the leader of the popular girl group 'The Matrix' but the group disbanded ten years ago. After that, Angela went into hiatus. Alexa didn't expect to see her there in the show, the once gorgeous fiery woman had toned down her aura and became more peaceful. That was the main reason Alexa couldn't even recognize her at fi

🎶 Angeli, Angelina, you dey cool my temperature If you call, I go come deliver I no go fall e your hand, never Say na me you go love forever Omo khaki no fit be leather Oh my Angeli, Angelina Oh my Angeli, Angelina 🎶 Song by Burnaboy. _____*****______ Hello Royhans 💕 Another update *Squealing*, I'm supposed to be doing my research assignment that's due tomorrow and I've not pen anything down but this chapter has been itching to write lol. Lemme go start my research purpose.

I walked with them to the orphanage. “Isn’t this too much?” Angelo asked while tailing me. “It’s just breaking my heart. I want to do this. It’s my willingness,” I told him. After sending the kids to the orphanage, I noticed how Angelo throw weird glances at me. I’m empty handed now but it’s fine. I will just buy the other day. “You are very different,” he suddenly let out a sentence. “Different?” “The Selena I know is not like you,” he said still glancing at me. I can see it through my peripheral view. “I was testing you a while ago but I didn’t change your mind.”

She possessed all three effortlessly. Even when speaking to tens of thousands, her voice carried the same softness he'd heard during their quieter conversations. Then she'd spoken about her mother. His jaw had tightened. He knew how much that woman meant to her. He knew how desperately Wilhemina wanted her to wake. But nothing prepared him for what came next. A song I wrote myself. He'd smiled. Then she'd announced the title. My Angel. His fingers had tightened around the arm of his chair. And when she started singing...fuck.

Angelina could not bear the sounds and obscene images any longer. She grabbed the microphone and hurled it at the nearest screen, shattering the glass with a piercing crash. However, the other screens continued to play the nauseating footage, each one reflecting her most grotesque side like a mirror. "Enough! Stop it!" she screamed hysterically, her voice ripping through the night. "Security! Where are the security guards?! Stop these reporters and get them to delete all the photos!" Her custom couture gown was slashed by flying glass, and blood stained the expensive silk, while cuts appeared on her face and left her looking utterly disheveled. The priceless Thorned Heart necklace swung agai

She turned her face to me and my breath caught in my throat . Eyes the color of grey storms , brewing with emotion, regarded me with a cold awareness. Her mouth was painted in the most sexiest shade of red. A simple diamond necklace adorned her neck. Her long and slithe neck with the soft curve of a collarbone. Holy shit! This lady is the real definition of sexy. "Mr?" She stopped and stared at me. Waiting for me to fill her in " Archille. Micheal Archille." I finally offered "Nice to meet you Mr Archille. I'm Angelina Cole. The CEO of A&G holdings." Her red lips held a polite smile.

Stellar sundered over, pulling the female brunette into a hug the next seconds. “Stellar, happy birthday.” Angelina wished as soon as they pulled apart. Placing her hand against her chest, the celebrant smiled. “Thank you. The girls are waiting for you over there.” “Alright, I’ll be right there.” Seeing her off, Angelina turned her attention back to Gabriel who had gone back to sipping his drink. “I’ll be back soon, okay? Wait for me here.” She told him and without giving him time to answer, she turned around and disappeared through the crowd, heading towards her group of friends.

Nobody paid any attention to Maya. Instead, my teammates immediately crowded around Garrick. "Sierra didn't even set foot on the assessment grounds, so our scores shouldn't be affected, right?" "Exactly! The Alpha might have been alerted because of the surveillance request, but since she didn't enter the grounds today, she technically isn't a candidate. Even if she did take drugs, that's her personal issue, which shouldn't affect us." When Maya realized that she was completely ignored, her face paled, and she clenched her fists tightly.

She waited for Linda to announce her. “Here tonight for a special one off performance, singing for us tonight is our very own Remington. Give her a round of applause.” Remy walked out on stage in nothing but a robe, holding a guitar. She stared at Ethan, waiting for him to recognize it was her, and he did. She let the robe slide to the floor as she took her place on the stool, completely naked, and began to sing. She sang with a smoky, slow, sexy voice, never breaking eye contact with Ethan.

I wanted to say something, but the moment had passed, and the photo was taken. I forced another smile, pretending to be fine when I was not. As soon as they left, I called my assistant over. "Did you notice anything about them?" I asked him. "No, nothing at all. This is common. You should get used to fans like this," he said casually. "Daddy, look what I have!" Angel wrote on her tablet. One of the storekeepers held the items she had selected. "They're beautiful. I'm sure you'll like them," I said.