Drizella Actress Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hanggang sa humupa na lang ang balitang yun na walang kasagutan. Ngayon alam ko na! Magkambal pala talaga sila! Pero, parang magka-iba sila ng ugali. They say Atty. Xzyrile A.L is a feminine woman, a softhearted woman and a very smart woman, she is a top 1 ever since she's in kinder. While, Xzyra D.L is well known as a warfreak girl, cold-hearted woman, and she's undefeatable. No one in the showbiz who tried to mess with her, drag her down. Because she always has an evidence that she gave to the reporters, so no one in the showbiz who tried to mess with her, remains at the popularity position.

Drizella was already by the Victoria's Secrets wing sampling a couple of skimpy bikinis, lacy undies and lingeries. "Eleanor. You made it",she called out hugging me and kissing me on both cheeks. She had worn a nice sundress barely covering her knees and her black hair was plaited into a simple long braid. Her makeup was on point and her heels couldn't compare to the plain old purple converse shoes I had on. She looked behind me, her lip curving in distaste. "Ooh, you brought,"she hesitated a while eyeing Chica and Fey who stood behind me,"them"

My name is Drizella, but you can call me Driz. A few years ago, my mother re-married for the sake of myself and my sister, Anastasia. Shortly after moving into my new step-fathers' home, he fell ill and we were left living with his daughter, Ella. Mother did not like having a third daughter to raise, so she moved Ella into the shed outside; "out of sight, out of mind," she would say. I pitied Ella, she seemed harmless to me.

They both leave the fuming Drizella in the kitchen. ********** "So you're telling me that Drizella is here in the castle? I knew she always had eyes on the twins who didn't believe me when I told them. Too bad they have you now." Zikora gets comfortable laying on Jerry who laid sprawl on the lounge chair. "You need to see how comfortable Godzilla was touching my men. I felt like strangling her life out.'"Daisy lets out an aggravated hiss. "Okay what's up with the name calling?" She laugh.

Deza moved back to the stove and moved around as I tried not to react. "Just her? If I recall, I only saw her." I finished my coffee and got up to help her plate up the tacos. "We're bringing in a few well-known actresses. Trish Desmount and Dani Lee." She turned and handed me a plate with three tacos on it. "You're trying to fatten me up. I should take a picture of this. It's proof." I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "This looks great, but I'm not kissing Dani Lee. She's a bipolar witch with voodoo dolls. I'm pretty sure my left nut hurts all the time from her playing with those dolls’ balls."

Bill answered with a playful grin. “What???” Arabella was shocked as she punched his chest in annoyance but it had no effect on him as he just smiled at her. In her dressing room, Trishia was facing her vanity mirror admiring her excellent beauty while her make-up artist busied putting cosmetics on her face. Today, she was invited for an interview with one of Capital Z’s prestigious entertainment tv programs. It was about promoting her upcoming movie. “It’s our pleasure to have Ms. Trishia Meyer today. Welcome to our show!” Ms. Davis, the most influential voice in the entertainment media, sounded. She was known to be an outspoken and straightforward host in her own entertainment tv program.

I looked at her and smirked pointing at her dress. "Ah... Now I remember where I'd seen that dress.... Last month when I went to Bhendi bazaar. It was exactly the same." Her jaw dropped and she looked at me clearly pissed. "What the- this dress is from Paris! Everything fabulous that I own is either from Milan or Paris!" She huffed. I bit my laughter. Just then my phone rang. It was Nida. I got out leaving bitchy diva alone in the control room. "Hey....so..... how's it going?" She asked excitedly.

Charisse “You,” I gritted my teeth at the woman before me, “you got my dress stained.” Zara Van Dell is more petite than I’d imagine. A woman who wears the queen’s extravagance like Miley Cyrus and has the excessive angst of a chihuahua. Swinging that syringe like a knife threatening to slit my throat, she smirked. “Ugly and loves playing the victim. Is that how you seduced the Alpha?” I crossed my arms. “And you are uglier and much outdated.”