Tina Dandridge Novels & Stories

she clapped her hands and the ladies helped Tanya into the car. “Who are you?” Ayodele blurted out what had been on his mind since he saw the opulence of the interior of the limo. Magdalene looked back at him in shock with widened eyes “You don’t know her? You don’t….” She looked at Tanya “He doesn’t know you?” Tanya shrugged as she went to sit on a couch extending her hand to collect the flute of champagne that one of her attendants extended to her. “She is the legendary Tanya Darlington! Heiress, Actress, Model in that order!” Magdalene announced dramatically.

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

“Yes, Godmother.” Delinda squints, despite the dark. Godmother? Delinda spent years studying Tristan’s organization. She knew his captains, his territories, his routines. But this woman? She’d never seen her before. Sashaying in, eyes calm, carrying a food tray, Delinda assumes it’s for her. “I’m Lydia.” The woman’s eyes flick to the stone in Delinda’s fist. She smiles coldly. “You killed dozens, yet you hide in the dark with a rock. What happened to the ruthless Delinda Dickson?”

Characters: Name: Helena Lynch (Lena) Stage Name: Raven Age: 27 Occupation: Stripper (under coercion) Current Situation: Trapped in a toxic strip club environment, manipulated by her controlling “boyfriend” and drug dependency. Appearance: • Slim build, sharp cheekbones, and pale skin that looks even starker under the club lights; 5’0” tall. • Jet-black hair with messy bangs she sometimes cuts herself. • Dark, tired eyes with heavy eyeliner—a mask of confidence, though the sadness still bleeds through.

"Look at the little sacrifice playing housewife. How cute." I didn't look up at first. My jaw tightened. Glynn stood a few feet away, folding linens, and I felt her eyes on me, ready to jump in like always. Tina stepped closer, her heels clicking on the stone path. She wore a tight red dress that screamed for attention, her dark hair pulled back in a high ponytail. Two of her little followers trailed behind her, giggling. "I said, how cute," Tina repeated, louder this time. She snatched a bundle of herbs from my hands and tossed it to the ground. "You think sorting flowers will save you from the ritual? You'll still burn for the moon goddess while I sit beside Damon as his Luna."

But it took Tina these many years to realize that. "Don't you dare to call me by that name again" Tina thundered angrily. David jumped a little with fright. "What?" he whispered with surprise. "You heard me. It's Lady Tina for you" she said in a cold voice, which is enough to freeze him on the spot. "I, Tina Wimbledon, the current lady of the Magic Plane, punish David Brooks for the charges of kidnapping, assault, and treachery against the earth beings," Tina said loud and clear for everyone around them to hear.

Tss. I'm really curious about that woman. Dahlia is her name. Tsk. I think she needs to prepare to meet me in person. @Death Wish

It's not painful to spend men's money at all. KrisTinaen Oliver looked up lazily and saw Wendy Riordan and Yvette's mother female number two actress. Good mood, how to meet two people who are so unlucky. Tina Oliver bowed her head and ignored it. The two of them also came to pick out dresses, but they never expected to meet KrisTinaen Oliver here. After all, KrisTinaen Oliver was wearing Sani's private custom-made dress on the stage before, but she became a big hit in the entertainment circle.

At the cabinet full of things I'd never seen before. I was a virgin. Twenty-three years old. The only sex I'd ever had was a blurry memory from high school graduation, the after-party, too much cheap vodka, a boy whose name I couldn't remember. I'd woken up the next morning with a headache and torn clothes and a vague sense that something had happened. I'd never been sure. I'd never wanted to be. But standing here, in this red room, with a man who called me Doll, I felt something I hadn't felt in years. A pull. A heat. A part of myself I'd locked away a long time ago.

Then Nasha got dressed immediately, after seeing a lady through the closed circuit television. She walked to the sitting room, wearing a beautiful smile as she greeted her in a more friendly manner. “Hello, beautiful. Welcome. Who do you seek for?” Then she sneered as she said, “I seek for you, my darling gold digger girl. “ “Pardon!” Nasha retorted. “Sorry, my darling. It seems you’ve forgotten me so soon. Is it because I’m wearing heavy makeup? Hehehehe. Let me briefly introduce myself. I am Tina. The lady that you fought on that faithful night. Still thinking?”