روايات وقصص ضمن Marco Angelina Ballerina

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.

JILLIAN My body is shaking a bit while my hand is forming a fist as he walks towards me holding the woman by the waist. So, it is how he holds a woman he likes. The woman smiled at me and I’m forced to reciprocate that smile though I’m so broken. I’m jealous. “Jillian, she is Carina, my woman,” Angelo spoke. My world felt like it stopped spinning. I can’t believe what he just said. I forced to maintain my composed self and act as normal as possible.

“Nothing. Not even this dress.” As soon as she finished speaking the words, she tugged down firmly on the shoulder-strap, causing it to rip off of Sabrina's shoulder. Sabrina squealed in surprise and took a step back, holding the top of the dress up with her hands to keep from exposing her breasts to the entire party. “How dare you try to swindle our prince!” Magdalena shouted. Marco turned an absurd shade of red as the ballroom ground to a halt and everyone turned to watch the scene unfolding before them. Marco grabbed Magdalena's arm, pulling her away from Sabrina and toward his father.

I nodded at her question, and we both laughed at our dilemmas back in high school. The three of us decided to just do a bit of window shopping while we tried to catch up with each other’s lives. Angela De Marco was one of the most famous girls in our school. She is now living in Beverly Hills, California, and is training to take over her father and mother's chain of boutiques, and shirt lines. The two of us were never close aside from the clubs we entered in, so talking to her like old friends was a bit odd for me. However I could see the sincerity in her eyes and decided to go along with it.

"Why did you ask me to come here?" asked William, puzzled by the choice of place. Angelina smiled enigmatically, seemingly unconcerned about the people around her. "My dear friend, your father is a major funder of the charity ball, and I am one of the organizers. We can't risk being seen together in suspicious places, like the tea house. We need to keep up appearances, after all, I am a married woman." she explained, in a soft, persuasive voice, as they walked through the large hall in which the ball would be held in a few weeks.

Morgan asked. “You don’t need to know my relationship with Marcel. Just mind your own wife, and what just happened was purely accidental. Marcel, let’s go home, and I will never meet this man again.” Angelica took Marcel’s hand and walked straight towards her car. Morgan could not believe it. Angelica, the woman who looked like Alice, turned out to be very close to Marcel—the future mafia king who controlled businesses in several countries and was among the world’s top tycoons.

"There she is. Our Angel returns just in time for the main event," Marcus said, his voice booming across the head table as I stepped back into the gold-leafed glare of the ballroom. I didn't flinch. I didn't let my eyes dart to the sweat cooling on my skin or the way my thighs felt heavy and sensitized from Roman’s touch only minutes ago. I just smoothed the red silk of my dress, tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and smiled the smile I had been practicing since I was five years old. It was a mask made of porcelain and lies, and for the first time in my life, it felt like armor instead of a cage.

"You've had too much to drink. Maybe you should go upstairs and rest." "I'm not drunk!" I shoved him. "I saw you! Do you think I'm blind?" And then, Angelina gave her master performance. She walked up to me and gave a small, elegant bow. "Ma'am, I am so sorry my presence has caused this problem. Perhaps I should leave so this wonderful evening can continue." She paused, her voice laced with hurt. "I only wanted to contribute to the family's charity work. If that makes Mrs. Moretti uncomfortable, I will withdraw from all my projects."

They both lay in a comfortable silence for what seemed like hours till they both fell asleep. Marco happily drank wine while he played with a lady boobs who was wearing a transparent night gown, there were two other ladies with him one was massaging his shoulder while the other one collected the wine and stated kissing him. Angelo barged into Marco room angrily; he wasn’t surprised to see ladies in his room but seeing the ladies made him angrier. ‘Marco, what the hell did you do to Lisa’ Angelo asked angrily fuming ‘What do you mean amigo’ Marco replied smirking as he kisses another lady.

so breathtaking. "Wow, what is this place?" Angela questioned as she ran her eyes around the area, awestruck. She couldn't bring herself to stop staring at the fascinating scene. Her big doe eyes were stuck on the scene ahead, unblinkingly watching it like a film on replay. "Do I have to fight for your attention, now?" Mason whispered in her ear, when he saw she wasn't going to stop staring at the scene ahead of her anytime soon. As if coming out of a trance, she suddenly blinked and glanced at him, a sudden smile appearing on her face, accentuating her dimples.