Marco Angelina Ballerina Novels & Stories

I turned and looked at Ace confusingly to see him holding a similar look on his face. "Angelina Jones." The man announced. Apparently, Angelina is the Date of the Russian Mafia leader. She made her way on stage and once she was one, she was immediately handcuffed by some men. "Arielle De Santis." The man announced. I looked at Arielle and she had a confused look on her face. She shrugged it off and walked towards the stage and she was also immediately handcuffed. Neither of us did anything. Probably because of the fact that we wanted to know what was going to happen.

Before I could finish speaking, Marcus' mistress, Gina Bilotti, began wailing and shouting, "Lino! Don't blame Mrs. Colombo. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have worn the wedding dress Marco had custom-made for me in front of her." She sobbed while shrinking away from me, as if I were about to hit her. Good grief, her acting was top-notch. She should be an actress, not a mistress. I opened my mouth to explain that I wasn't Isabella, but before I could speak, the crowd exploded. "Marco's wife is out of control! How dare a woman from a washed-up family bully Marco's favorite lover!" "Exactly. She can't stand anyone else being happy because she isn't favored!"

the first lady said and shook her head. “I agree with you Judy, many fans of Antonio Montero had made some videos talking about the worst fan sign ever, most angry female fans of Montero are not happy with his love interest Angela, given the name low budget Cinderella by Antonio’s fan base the Monsters, for being a simple girl about to be married to their prince Mr Antonio.Nevertheless this particular video got my attention, a fan who said to have witnessed the whole scene, Regina Fisherman. Let’s hear what she got to say”. “Angela is a fucking bitch … cheat….and a bloody gold-digger…..she.."

she stated earning a roaring laughter from Roman. “fine, you win be ready in 15” Camila jumbled off the couch with a huge smile on her face and headed for the stairs. She picked out a long black gown that didn’t hug her figure so that her stomach won’t show that much. She paired it with a pair of black flats and a silver purse. She didn’t do any makeup, just curled her hair and was rushing down the stairs. Roman was already ready there, waiting. He was dressed in a black suit and was looking down at his watch.

She exercised almost every day and when she gave birth to our baby girl, she was comfortable with her body. Fast forward three years later and here we are. I was standing at the altar waiting for my bride. A lot has happened since Jackson was born. We found out that he was an angel like Ava, which was extremely rare considering that angels were only born every century. I looked over to my son as he sat with Katie and her kids. He had a bright smile on his face as he played with Katie's daughter. My attention focused at the end of the aisle when the song came on. My breath hitched in my throat when Ava came into view looking absolutely breathtaking. She was as beautiful as ever and my eyes se

MARISSA “Beautiful,” I almost whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “You look like a ballerina angel.” “What’s a ballerina angel?” Annie giggled, scrunching up her nose. I shrugged. “It’s the most beautiful angel of them all.” She laughed again and then went back to studying her reflection in the mirror. “Do you think I need other shoes?” On her feet were silver slippers with tiny pink bows at the back of her ankles. She held her left foot up to me so I could get a good look at it. “No, baby. I think those are gorgeous. They go perfectly with that dress.”

"I need to know." I gave each word deliberate weight. Lorenzo laughed. "Isabella, that's you," he said gently. "The cross mark is a natural flaw in the marble. It looks exactly like the injury you had as a child. You may not remember, but I remember it clearly." His tone was persuasive, almost sincere, but I knew my own body. I had never injured my ankle like that. He stepped closer and reached for my cheek. I recoiled before I could stop myself.

Madam Angelica clenched her fist tightly — she was so fed up with that lady's unseriousness. “Oh? Did I just hear my name? I'm so beautiful that y'all can't keep my name out of your mouths, huh?” Her cocky voice was heard, and as Madam Angelica glanced backward, nearly went ballistic with rage as she stepped in dressed… bitchily! A see-through crop top, and arguably the shortest mini skirt in existence was nowhere close to being the appropriate attire when dancing. “Maria!” The senior mistress faced her with a stern expression on her face. “Yes, Mistress?” She smirked and crossed her arms.

Mark’s mother then looked at her daughter-in-law seriously and then signals- Agnes to bring the stilettos that she had personally picked for Aimie to pair with her mini dress. When Angelo saw the stiletto- that was as thin as his patience he suddenly turned pale as he didn’t know how to walk with those d*mn shoes on him. Angelo looked at Mark’s mother as if he was pleading for his life, but all he could get was an evil smirk from her.

I thought he would even compliment the way I look just like the party in New York, but he never did. I can’t wait for this night to be over. Silently, I hoped that time would move faster for me. Jonah danced with me while Ace, and Luka took care of some business deals. Marco was with Hannah while Ace tasked the guy from New York named Angelo to oversee things. Angelo seems to be the most prim and proper of all the boys, but I feel like I am safe under his watch. “You seem far away, tesoro” Jonah made me twirl and catch me, my back facing him. He was a smooth dancer. Thanks to my dance class, I can cope up with him.