Tina Dandridge Novels & Stories

Because it's the weirdest job she has ever heard. I have trained her how to scare Bhavani and she obliged my every command. When I was training her, I told her to not disrespect the face which I had given her and she obliged my every condition. She asked me multiple times about all the truth but I never told her anything. And about the face, to scare Bhabani I designed the face from the most talented makeup artist Charlotta Tilruby who is very well known in Hollywood for her extraordinary face mask. I have to give Charlotta a huge amount of money for the mask and for shutting her mouth. I had also given a vast amount of money to Rupal. For me, my revenge is everything. Money is just like pap

“What are you looking at?” “Who are you?” asked Nayla in confusion. The woman sighed softly, arranging her slightly messy hair. “I'm Dinda,” she replied simply. “You're new here, huh? Haven't seen you before.” Nayla nodded, still trying to understand the situation. “Yes, I've only been working here for a week. Do you work here too?” Dinda shook her head, “No, I'm a stage singer here. I just didn't feel well after dinner.”

They knew better than to speak to me when I was like this. And yet none of them dared move. Not with her standing there. Tatiana. Or the name she gave herself to hide from me… Marissa. She stood at the front gates of the burning villa, her dress torn, her face streaked with soot and ash, eyes wild with defiance and something far worse… Conviction. “Step back,” I ordered, my voice low but sharp as a blade. “You’ll burn with them. You are going to lose your life for their sake.”

"They're with me.” I turned to see a young woman holding out an invitation. The guard examined it for a moment before nodding and stepping aside. As we walked in, I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding. "Thank you," I said to our saviour. "You really saved us back there. I'm Dante, Alpha Dante of the Crescent Moon pack." She smiled, a mysterious glint in her eye. "Tina. And it was nothing, really." As I looked at her, a nagging feeling tugged at my memory. "Do I know you from somewhere?" I asked, frowning slightly.

I said smiling, delighting in her startled expression as she realized that her seduction tactics hadn't worked "didn't your mother teach you that you should protect yourself instead of offering yourself like a prostitute to successful men just to get some financial comfort?" "Dylan..." Her expression was completely desolate, I knew I'd messed with her, I'd shaken her with my statements, even though Amber continued to stare at me, I noticed that she was trying hard not to look away and leave. I knew her well, very well, she was nasty, but she had her pride, and I knew that my words had offended her deeply "Dylan that..."

The cuts oozed fresh blood from the ritual dagger I had used to complete the gruesome dare. "You didn't have to do it, you know that," Serene said, her voice laced with disapproval. She smeared disinfectant cream roughly onto my wounds as she shook her head in dismay, clearly still unable to believe I had gone through with the dare, hurting myself in the process.

“Like... TikTok famous good.” Clarita rolled her eyes. “Don’t encourage her. She already thinks she’s the reincarnation of Shakira.” “Please, I’m more Dua Lipa,” claire said, removing an earbud without missing a beat. Dante strolled in just then, fresh from the gym, towel over his shoulder, shirt clinging to his torso in all the ways that made Jullie’s brain betray her professionalism. He glanced at her. “You’re still here?” “She lives here,” Clarita muttered.

Sophia sits on a steel chair with hands cuffed to the a table made of the same material as the chair. Her eyes are light red with her fingers trembling like the room is the interior of a fridge. She sits straight up with her eyes transfixed at the other corner of the room. A single tear drops from her eyes. She looks dead on the inside, and on the outside she looks like a mannequin on a vibrator. The effect of the imposter hasn't left her yet, her mind is in trauma.

I inquired, feigning indifference as if he hadn't shared anything noteworthy yet. "Tandy Astrid owns a brothel in Hayland. She oversees the trafficking and has a direct link to the main figure. If you apprehend her, you might uncover the core of the trafficking operation, and perhaps the Prince can locate his ex-girlfriend in the process. I've heard the girl is missing, but someone might have information on her whereabouts," he divulged, and I scowled at him. This marked the first instance he had mentioned something of significance since he began confessing.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”