Marco Angelina Ballerina Novels & Stories

Angelique may have been a famous top model but this was her wedding day and there was no way in hell Diana was going to let her steal her moment or the attention of her new husband, who had been starring at the model for far too long now. "Who is she?" Diana asked her husband. Marcus cleared his throat and finally looked away from the other woman. "Just an old friend." He replied swiftly. Diana wasn't buying that. "Doesn't seem so old to me." "I'm going to say hi to her." Marcus announced already starting to walk away from her, but Diana held on to his arm to stop him, so cleverly that the people watching them would never guess he was about to walk away from her.

Marcus Joked and we both laughed lightly. Marcus escorted us to the plane.Luciano and Marcus talked about kingdom affairs here and there and reminded one another of what they had agreed on. I noticed that Angelina was watching us from the castle's balcony. She looked sad and my heart went out to her but…there was nothing I could do about it. I can't give her what she wants. I can't allow Angelina to take my Luciano away from me. He's mine! Exclusively mine! My grip around Luciano's hand tightened ten folds, reminding her that the ties that bound them together were already broken.

I picked up speed now, slamming into Elena with my balls tightening as the pressure built. The door suddenly creaked open, and in walked Alessia Marino, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder, and those full lips twisted in disgust as she took in the scene. She was stunning, even in her simple black dress, but the fire in her eyes was what got me. "Marco," she said in a disgusted tone, "really? Again?" “You’re welcome to join us,” I said, reaching over and squeezing Isabella’s boobs. “We could use an extra pair of limbs. Or an extra set of holes, depending on which one you’re feeling up to.”

Marco pushed her hair aside and placed his chin on her shoulders closing his eyes and allowing his hot breath send shivers down her spine every time it hit the skin of her neck. The silence around them was enough and much more comfortable, for once in all his life Marco felt passionate about a girl he didn't even know. Thinking about it now, it's like all he knew about Mariana was her name and her skills at shooting but who exactly was Mariana? Who exactly was the girl that was starting to snatch his heart away from his grip? Maybe just maybe behind the facade of a broken girl, there might an Angel who is brighter than the darkness around her all she needed was a way out.

"Angie, is that really you?!" Instead of being offended, Angelina grinned exultantly. Since her best friend, the person who knows her better than anyone else couldn't recognize her at first glance, it means she did a good job recreating Luca's magic! So adopting a cool dude's swagger, Angelina extended her hand towards Alicia and in a perfect imitation of masculine voice, she responded. "No, I'm Marcus Reed. Nice to meet you, pretty lady." Seeing Angelina's wink after she finished speaking, Alicia chuckled as she threw away the shoe she used to hit Angelina before engulfing her best friend into a tight hug.

She slowly released Hans’s hand before lowering her head deeply. “Aunt Wilona, Uncle Carlos... aren’t you ashamed to choose me as Young Master Derox’s partner?” Angelina whispered, her voice choked. “I feel like... I don’t deserve to be part of this family with my status.” Mrs. Wilona let out a gentle sigh. She stepped closer before holding both of Angelina’s shoulders affectionately, forcing the young woman to look at her.

Angel arched her eyebrows at her sister, then somer-saulted beneath Mariana’s tail, knowing the extra whip she put on the end would churn the water and knock her sister off-kilter, if not flip her belly-up. “Fine. Be that way,” said Mariana, managing to keep herself upright even after Angel whipped again. It figured. While Angel was Just Angel, Mariana was Miss Perfect. Always had been. She never found herself in these kinds of situations. Of course, that could be because she actually fol-lowed the rules. Yeah, yeah. Angel didn’t need any lectures from her conscience. Nor a repeat of the waterworks. She wasn’t about to dissolve into a puddle of tears—especially in front of Mariana.

Isobel: Anger was a familiar thing to me. I had learned long ago how to fold it neatly, how to press it down until it became something sharp and useful instead of destructive. What Marcel had done, walking out of the ceremony, humiliating Elara without a word, had ignited it all the same. But this was not the moment to let it show. And I knew that showing at all was going to be wrong… I was going to need act smart with this. And my son was proving to me, by the day, that he was not going to give up on that woman.

She smiled at him, but her smile wavered when she saw him, looking devastatingly handsome in a tux, as she looked over Ronald's shoulder. He was on the dance floor with other couples and in his arms was a very beautiful and curvy young woman. She looked like one of those seductive young queens in historical magic movies. And their bodies were so close to each other like they were Siamese twins. The lady was smiling up at him and they looked like they were about to kiss. Laura looked away. Great, he probably realized she wasn't worth his time and moved over to his next conquest. She was supposed to be okay with it but she found that she was annoyed instead and tried to shake the feeling away

his underboss, Marco Bellini, whispered in his ear. Henson's voice held an edge of unease. "I didn't invite this many people. Who sent out all these invitations?" Marco hesitated. "I-it was Ms. Rossi. She said she wanted more people to witness your relationship." Henson's expression darkened instantly. "Why would she do this?" "Don, the guests are already here. We can't exactly throw them out now, can we?" Just then, Angelina appeared in a champagne-colored couture gown. Her belly was already showing a slight bump, and her face wore a smug smile.