Marco Angelina Ballerina Novels & Stories

My world, my rules. And if she thinks she can flip the script on me just with those smiles and that damn dress—she’s got another thing coming. “There she is—Patricia,” Angelo said, his tone suddenly serious. “Call her over so she walks to the center of the dance floor,” Marco suggested. “Go on, wave at her, Kaz,” Angelo nudged. “Why me?” Kaz frowned. “You two are close. Don’t tell me you’re scared Vivi will get jealous?” Marco teased.

“You really believe I’d destroy my own reputation over something like this? I didn’t even know Belle was hurt.” “She’s in a wheelchair,” Juan growled. “She had surgery. Her legs are barely healing. Rocco’s dead. And your ex-employee shows up out of nowhere?” Dominic didn’t speak right away then he gave s dry laugh. “I’m not sorry,” he said. “But this isn’t my doing.” "You expect me to believe that Marco Bellini just happened to end up in her home, using a fake name, and it’s all a coincidence?” Dominic didn’t laugh this time. “Be careful.”

PRINCE ROWAN'S POV Could this day get any worse. I sigh in frustration as I avert my eyes from the young girl who has just been dragged in front of the stage and look at the guards waiting for an explanation. The four guards step back to allow an older woman to step forward. I recognize her immediately.She is the mother of my mate. I don't know why I actually call the girl my mate, because she is not. We have no mate bond, but everyone including my parents think we are meant to be since she is the only other angel in the land and I'm just being ignorant and unloving.

If only I did, I would have paid the fine but I hand no choice. I was terrifyingly nervous and everyone was staring at us both cheering. "Kiss, Kiss, Kiss." Repeatedly and annoying. Angela then neatly crawled in-front of me staring straight in my eyes. I was trembling to my toes. Her eyes then closed slowly and in a little moment, felt her lips an inch less on mine.

No matter how beautiful, how desirable, how highly they rated themselves. Angelina Morrison rated herself very highly. She was ferociously chic, with head-turning looks, a well-connected background, an Oxbridge degree, and a fashionable and highly paid career in the art world. Clearly, she considered these attributes sufficient not just to attach herself to a man like himself, but to hold him. Did she even, Nikolas found himself speculating, consider them sufficient to hold him permanently? Her predecessor had thought so. Valentina Piermarini, whose exotic looks, soaring soprano voice, and talent for self-promotion ensured her status as a diva at La Scala, in Milan, had clearly believed that

In the middle of the stage was Lara, standing in that rhinestone-studded haute couture gown, preening like a swan. She was surrounded by makeup artists, assistants, and a few classmates eager to flatter her, as if she were already an international superstar. Ramon was the first to spot me. The smile vanished from his face in an instant. He strode toward me, deliberately raising his voice for everyone to hear. "Eliza, you've got some nerve showing up here." His voice instantly attracted everyone's attention. Lara gathered her skirt and made her way to the edge of the stage, flanked by her little entourage like a queen descending upon her subjects.

This is not what Angelica bought with them the other day. That's why she retracted what she said that they would go with them, it turned out that Angelica was with someone else. And the last pair that appeared on the red carpet was none other than Sir Paolo, together with his rumored girlfriend, Grace Angeles. The Angeles clan is well known around the country because of their political power. Right now, his cousin, Vice Mayor Clyde Angeles, is very popular. And Grace herself is a well-known fashion designer for celebrities and people who hold power in the government.

Leaning against the door, he didn’t take his eyes off Angelina, even when a maid had informed him about something he expected, his eyes were still pinned on her. Angelina was wearing a light pink dress that came down to her knees. Her brown hair hung loose at her back as she danced around barefooted. She looked angelic. Impossibly beautiful. But when she spun around and her eyes met a pair of grey eyeballs , a small gasp escaped her lips. She froze and stared at him for a second.

One thing Alcina could do was dance, Annabella had forced her to take lessons until she went away to school and although she had not enjoyed it much she remembered all the steps and glided effortlessly around the ballroom floor. Marcus was a good-looking 26-year-old used to having women fall for him, he excluded privilege and money as his Father was one of the more powerful Dons. For him, life was easy, fast cars, exotic holidays and beautiful women who did whatever he asked. Alcina was not in the least attracted to him, he was supercilious, arrogant and believed because she danced with him that she belonged to him now. She put up with his smug attitude because of his Father but after the se

Luca and Fiona locked eyes, their faces ashen with the realization of what they had done. "So," Marco leaned in, "was that a big enough 'surprise' for you?" Surprise didn't even cover it. Luca looked like he was about to faint right there on the spot. Fiona’s friends gathered around, and Marco greeted each of them in the same perfect dialect. The room went dead silent. "Oh, and one more thing," Marco added, snapping his fingers. "Angelina has a special gift for everyone here tonight." On cue, the massive projector screen in the ballroom flickered to life. A high-definition video began to play.