Tina Dandridge Novels & Stories

She came over to where I was sitting and sat at the edge of the bed, patiently waiting for my response. I sighed and stared hard at the ceiling before I closed my eyes. "Because..." "...I don't have dignity anymore." "I...don't have a face to show." * * * * "Whoooooooo!" Clap! Clap! Clap! "Yeah!" "You're beautiful, Magda!" People kept on shouting here and then in the entertainment club as I danced on the stage. My name in the club was Magda. I didn't use my real name here just to hide my identity even if my neighbors already knew what kind of woman I was.

She wants what is hers, to be hers Gladys got that gene too. But hers was more like that of a villain Me: how can I change from being Gladys? I don't want to be Gladys. I'm not Gladys Ma'am Nina : you're Rainbow Me: but I have Gladys face Ma'am Nina : that's easy to change She touched my cheek and I felt a tinkling sensation Ma'am Nina: check the mirror I took the mirror and screamed Me: Rainbow I looked exactly like the real me

" Why do you look so shocked upon learning the truth about that necklace?" Tina glaringly revealed to her nemesis that she was the little girl who had saved Johnson Santos all those years ago and not her as she presumably led him to believe all those years ago. During the silence, Alexandrine subconsciously wondered, “ What is Tina talking about?” “ The one who saved Johnson years ago was me! How is that possible?” The next thing Alexandrine knew, Tina was joyfully clapping her hands and when she was done clapping, she said, “ I must thank you, Alexandrine Claire.”

Susan said. "Okay love" "I know exactly someone who can help" Susan smiled. __ (FRANCE) A lady laid on her back with her head facing the ceiling, her eyes closed. A Middle age woman was busy massaging her face. Her finger moved carefully on her face. "Miss Danica" Silas her assistant came to her. Danica, A famous international model worldwide. Popularly known with her creative works. Her jaw line, sharp nose and amber eyes made her unique in the entertainment world.

I felt like I had found a kindred spirit in Chantelle, someone who understood me and accepted me for who I was. Chantelle and Delcan became close and they were always trying new things. One night when they were back from shopping. Chantelle went inside the shower to have her bath. She stayed there for a long time relaxing. When she came out of the bathroom, she was totally naked and she realized she forgot to get towel. She bent over to the bed to take the towel to wipe her wet body. She was was busy drying herself but she did not notice Delcan presence in the room. She felt someone was giving hot gaze on her naked body. She turned around to see Delcan was standing right behind her.

Her beautiful oval face, and sharp jaw makes her easy on the eyes, her doe like brown eyes are ecenturated by her perfect winged eyeliner, her full lips are covered with red lipstick. She's a woman you'll turn twice to look at, and most important of all I don't see any indication of surgeries, she seems all natural. God really has favourites. "What is you name?" She asks walking closer to me, her heels clicking on the marbled floor, her right hand is carrying a small gucci bag that matches her dress. "Daisy, Ma'am" I say respectfully. "Like the flower?" She asks grinning. "Sì" I smile shyly.

She smirked at me over my shoulder. "Hey handsome," she shouted over the music. "I'm Tanya. Wanna dance?" Before I could answer, another woman appeared in front of me, a gorgeous redhead with full lips and a tight black dress. She ran her hands up my chest, licking her lips. "I'm Daisy," she purred. "And I think I need a strong man to keep up with me tonight."

" Wade Roberto's voice was laced with anger. They were all sitting at the dining table. Wade Roberto glared at Daisy, who quickly gave her the disapproving look. "Wade, I know we asked you to marry but that doesn't mean you have to marry her?" Mrs Angela said, pointing lecherously at Daisy. "I was preparing a beautiful damsel for you." "Tracy, come on out." Mrs Angela called out. Just then Tracy Molly, a beautiful lady, walked out of Mrs Angela's room. Her beauty wasn't to be questioned. "C'mon turn around and show Wade those beautiful curves." Mrs Angela said, smiling gleefully.

“Dammit!” Tina Sanders sighed as she ran her hands through her hair and then gently massaged her nape. It was getting frustrating and comical.. no matter what efforts she puts for Red to just take a glance at her all was in vain and she sees how he looks at that girl. Tina began spacing up and down her office, her hands folded … just now she almost had Juliet.. she almost did but then somehow she was saved by the humiliation she, Tina, had planned alongside Anita, her friend.

Victoria Cake, full-time artist and painter. And some of whom Sreya didn't recognize— Dorathy Simons whose botox injected face muscles were so tight she could barely smile. Victor Gorham, a well-known choreographer Dinah introduced as her personal therapist because she'd call him whenever she needed to talk over wine (the wine part being her favorite). Sandra Harlow (Sandy for short), an artist and Dinah's childhood friend. Jake Darwin, the movie producer that'd looked at her weird and held her hand for too long.