روايات وقصص ضمن Marco Angelina Ballerina

"Yes, Annika. You're surprisingly astute. Marcus wants to leverage your unique style to revamp Elite's image. It will be a good start for you, you know that, right? You won't have to be stuck with James." Angelo's eyes never left Mrs James' face, his expression unreadable. He relaxed in his chair, lacing his fingers. "I see," I said, processing the information. "And what's the catch?" Once more. I was looking for a loophole. I still didn't trust her not to play tricks on me. Mrs James' gaze flicked to Angelo before returning to me. "Marcus requires your

Kayla Michaelson "Kayla please look here" Today is the launching of the Veloce brand and we as Victoria Secret's angels are invited. This is so exciting. I walked in to the ballroom and immediately saw Nereina who is a VS Angel too. I hugged her and we mingled in with the others inside the ballroom. It's really fun to hangout with people who have the same job as you.. it's like we connect to each other 2 times more than others.

She was standing somewhere in the hall,a glass of wine in her hand,her eyes on Gregor and Penelope. She was boiling with anger inwardly as she watched them,and to even worsen tge case,Annabella is with Thadeus. She's been getting more recognition just in few minutes countless cameramen kept on going to her for her pictures. "This is bullsh*t" she mumbled and dropped the glass In her hand,she stepped out of the hall and bumped into Theo and Jay,they also came for the party bit obviously doing their job at the same time "Leaving already?" Theo asked

He was recently married, his wife was a nice woman, whom I've only spoken to or seen a few times. "And this must be Elijah Camorra, Camila has told me quite a lot about you,Marcel Clair"Marcel says outstretching his hand. "Is that so?" Elijah asks looking down at me in amazement. "Lower your ego, just a tad bit"I offered, closing my index finger to my thumb. "It's an honor to meet you Sir, I've heard nothing but great things about you"Elijah says trying to get Marcel to let go of his hand.

“I thought you two were close. Marco is always singing your praises to me.” I managed a tight smile, unsure how to respond. “Speaking of which,” Alessandro continued, his tone casual, “Marco has been walking on air lately. His first love, Angelina, is back from Italy.” I froze. Angelina. The blonde woman. “They’ve been together for three years,” Alessandro went on. “They were apart for a while when she went to Italy for school, but now that she’s back, Marco says they’re getting engaged soon.” His words were a knife twisting in my gut.

he shouts in astonishment as Maxine chuckles in his reaction. “That’s the first wife of Don Pablo. Angelina Morales De Silva Marquez. I worked at your hacienda before. So I know some speculating news before that Martha is her second wife after Angelina died in your delivery,” her tone is repentant. He gives a silly smile and tries to hide his genuine emotion. Angelito cannot get it out of his head. “Yeah. I think it’s my fault—“ Maxine blinks twice and cuts him off. “Don’t say that, Angelito! Neither of us… even your father, wanted it to happen. Come here!”

"No. You're Liliana. I'd know you anywhere." "I don't know who you're talking about," the woman said, taking a graceful step back. "Julian, we should go." Julian Sterling stepped forward, shielding her. "Mr. Marino, have you had too much to drink?" "She's my fiancée!" Angelo's voice rose. Guests started to whisper. "Mr. Marino," Seraphina’s voice was cold. "I have never met you. Please stop making a scene." Angelo looked into her strange, distant eyes, and it was like a knife to the heart. Was this really Liliana? The woman he had loved so desperately?

"Sir Rocco... Angel did perform. But... Angel isn't a woman." I froze as the noise of the club, the distant bass, the chatter of the dancers…it all seemed to go silent, replaced by a high-pitched ringing in my ears. I let out a sharp bark of laughter. It sounded manic, even to my own ears. "You’re mistaken," I said, the words feeling like lead in my mouth. "I saw her. I saw the curves, the hair, the face. She's a woman." "Angel is a man, sir," Rita said firmly, though her voice trembled. "He’s the club’s latest lady boy performer. A specialist in silk gymnastics. He's... he's a man."

"You know I always get what I want, besides it's expensive. it possibly can't be a fake." "Oh really?" Said, Angel. "Well, yeah." The party started and the celebrant came out. Maria's eyes widened in surprise. So did her friends. She was wearing the same dress as the celebrant which made her look awkward. Everyone noticed and Maria was being pointed out by them. She begins to feel uncomfortable with the situation. She didn't want them to think she was a copycat. She knew no one dares go against her because of her father, but her status as an illegitimate child before her parent's marriage might give them the guts to do so. Maria's face flushed in embarrassment. soon, they seemed to ignore th

I mumbled helping her take off her dress shirt which was the only thing she had on with her beautiful pink lace panties and threw it to the side where mine was. She shyly covered her breasts and I gave her a comforting smile, "Andrea you are beautiful inside out. Please let me see you." She hesitantly removed her hands and I gulped taking in her body. The only piece of clothing left on her were her panties. She had curves in all the right places, her breasts were big but not too much and the way her hair just laid out around her head made her look like a fucking goddess. "Fuck me," I whispered.