Novel & Cerita Tina Dandridge

He was wearing a simple white shirt, a cigarette held between his fingers and resting against his lips, with wispy white smoke curling around his handsome face, enhancing his charm so that anyone could clearly recognize the man in the picture as him. Looking at the photo, Dave suddenly let out a sigh. He bent his fingers over the table, took out a cigarette from the pack, and lit it for himself. Tina was a strange woman who never bothered to hide her true intentions. Every time before making a major revelation, she would post something like this on F******k, clearly stating the time and the person involved in the news. In her circle of friends were all famous celebrities, and regardless of t

And while everyone was talking about the audition and the screenwriter Ayah, only one person didn't speak or move. She stood there quietly, her palms sweaty. She is Taria Rollins, a once-popular actress. She filmed in her prime and was one the most searched actress, however, one thing led to another.

com and one of the big tequila companies. The leather clad girl began to work the crowd, "Hello my little play things! I am Hilda!" She barked into the microphone in a not too bad fake German accent. She produced a riding crop from one of the tables of props behind her and began to stroll along the edge of the stage, taunting those within reach with the crop. "Who wants to be my slave for the evening?" The crowd erupted as most every male and numerous females seemed to be volunteering for the assignment.

Luca looks up as I enter, waving me over with a smile, lifting his beer. ‘Well you look like shit,’ he teases and I glare at him. I feel like shit. ‘Well, it could be worse, I could look like you,’ I shoot back and pick up the beer that Tandy, the current barmaid passes me. I’ve known Tandy my whole life, she has long curling blonde hair and a face that always reminds me of a christmas elf. Wide eyes and roses cheeks. More importantly, a curvaceous body squeezed into tight jeans and simple vest a bit like Ava. I let my eyes roll over her as she lifts a brow, turning slowly so that I can see all of her. I wet my lips. That’s it, I just need a woman to get my lust under control.

A guy on the stage started talking "The Phoenix that can burn you... Philip!" The lights turned red and purple, and ‘Streets’ by Doja Cat started to play... Mikhail did know what to expect but he wasn't ready. Then he came... Looking gorgeous, wearing an almost transparent silk button shirt, tight leather pants, and boots, all in black, with a sparkling pink eye shadow in his eyes, and his lips slightly red. All of this plus his red hair was driving Mikhail crazy. '... And of course he would start dancing so freaking gorgeous...' Mikhail thought.

Annaida Davenport — once the crown jewel of the modeling world, once the proud fiancée of Damon Knight — was ruined completely. Her dream of becoming Mrs. Knight had turned into a nightmare, played out before the entire world. And somewhere, watching from afar, Davina smirked. The curve of her lips was sharp, almost cruel, yet tears streamed down her face. She remembered too vividly the day she had been humiliated in front of the people who meant the world to her — the day she had been branded with manufactured lies, her dignity shredded by carefully planted deep‑fake videos. Lies designed to destroy her. Lies that had stolen her ability to ever look those people in the eye again.

She said as a tear escaped her eye. "No, it's not like that..." I tried to defend myself. "Then what is it Adira Alexander, CEO of Shin Wong enterprises and chain of hotels. Founder of Shin's women's security. Leader of the Black Rose gang. Because that is who you are right now, and you've made it clear." Tina said and a tear escaped her eye. With every word that came out of her it was like I was being pierced over and over again, I thought I was protecting her but I'm actually the one that's hurting her the most right now.

But when the door opened to that room and I saw the woman inside, I felt it drop. Tina Hayes looked like a skeleton in skin. Hollow cheeks, eyes dull like all the life had been wrung out of her. She had Dorian’s bone structure however—the same straight small nose, small stubborn high cheekbones and chin, but hers was softer and fragile. Honestly, in her prime, Tina would have been a very striking woman that should be walking the runways. If only she was tall. Her lips twitched into a smile the moment she saw Dorian. “Baby,” she said hoarsely. “You didn’t say you were coming.”

Soon enough, almost all of the other strippers were glaring at Keira for making me cry. “Asian Barbz, you bitch!” One of the strippers, Holly Trinity, our resident drag queen, approached us. Her head was already shaking when she looked at Keira. She was so angry that she had to actually use Keira’s stage name. Keira was the only one at Ardere that wanted to be called by her actual name. She only used the stage name when she’s meeting clients. “I thought you guys were besties. Why you makin’ our girlie here cry?”