Abed Annie Novels & Stories

Ma introduced Annie to Jeanne. “Hi, Annie. Thank you for being here and taking care of my mother.” Jeanne shook hands with her. Annie is a mid 40's woman, maybe a little bit younger or older than Ma, but she was looking so cheerful and energetic. “Ah, Aaron. Please come in first. Let's have lunch together.” Ma invited Aaron. “Aaron!” Cried Annie when she saw Aaron and they both hugged. Jeanne and Ma seemed puzzled, with Jeanne still not recovered from what happened on the jet.

Vivian's smile faltered, her eyes darting to mine before returning to Kian's back. "She is my little girl in he mansion ," she said, her voice cheerful. Kian's body stiffened, his gaze snapping back to life. "Who?" he demanded, his voice cold. Vivian took a deep breath, her eyes locked on Kian's. "Annie" she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "She's been working here since she was seven, she told me grandfather raised her.” Kian's expression transformed, his eyed filled with confusion.

A knock at the door interrupted my train of thought as my assistant walked in. “Miss. Scarlet, the press conference is about to start!” Annabelle said to me. She was a lifesafer at 5 feet tall, slender build and beach blonde hair. She wore the signature black professional dress with flats. She was the perfect assistant and someday, she will do great on her own.

Soon, Abi approached her limousine and she knew it was time for her to come out. “This is it, Baby J,” she whispered. “Mommy’s going to make Daddy a very happy man.” Abi slowly opened the door of the car and Adrienne felt the camera flashes around her. She took a deep breath. This is it! I’m going to be Adrienne Adams in an hour! With that thought in mind, a permanent smile slowly carved itself on her face.

The main said candidly, with her hands behind her. "Oh!" Rebecca said, a little disappointed, "Um, what's your name?" The maid was stunned at the question. She looked both ways to confirm if she was the one that she was referring to you. "Me?" The maid replied doubtfully, pointing at herself. "Yes. There isn't anyone in the room asides us." Rebecca said, being friendly. She had a warm smile. "I am Zita, Your grace!" The maid replied, feeling edgy. It was evident in her speech.

Her fingers reached underneath the waistband of her pants, she wiggled her hips as she carefully pulled down the tight leggings. Annie was wearing a thin, white thong underneath, though it was already coated in her grool. She slipped her feet out of the leggings, carefully grabbing her outfit and placing it to the side. Annie gave a little twirl as she kicked off her shoes, leaving herself in nothing but her wet thong and pink ankle socks. Annie giggled as the three men stared up at her in awe—as if she were some sort of Goddess that has come down to bless her. She felt like a Goddess.

“No, idiot. Do you ever wonder how things happen? How do people meet?” He hummed, tilting his head back against the headboard. “I guess. Why?” Annabelle exhaled, her fingers trailing over the faded fabric of his shirt. Her shoulders tightened slightly, a subtle testament to the vulnerability threading through her words. “My mom was a model,” she said, and his brows lifted in surprise. “Like, a real one. Magazines, runways, the whole thing. She was beautiful.” Her eyes darted away for a brief moment before returning to meet his gaze, as if checking to see if he believed her.

She looked like a surgeon preparing to make the first incision on her patient. “I wish I’d been here then,” Annie said, finally releasing her. Her shoulders looked tense and her jaw was clenched. “I swear to God I would have torn her apart.” Phoebe’s gaze flicked instinctively to Annie’s stomach. A small, breathy laugh escaped her before she could stop herself. “You seem to be forgetting you are pregnant, almighty wrestler.” “Don’t look at me like that,” Annie shot back defensively. “You should know what I’m capable of.”

Yvayn walked away very embarrassed and ready to hide in a hole in the ground. Served to them was a dinner of fresh fish, bread, vegetables, and wine. Myllyof sat at the head of the table with Yvayn on his right and Termâs on his left; Jullious was absent. The Semians sat opposite and spoke of business between the Menians and Semians. Yvayn listened carefully to his father speak and tried to pick up any subtle gestures or words that might help him later. “So, Yvayn.” Tai who was the leader of this group of Semians looked at the prince. “I understand you are on a journey that is called The Anointment Journey. What can you tell me about it?”

Leah walked into the café, ordered her usual, and sat in her favorite spot. After ten minutes of just sitting there not even touching her strawberries, she noticed that she wasn’t getting comfort from her favorite snack. That’s when she realized that she was depressed. Leah loved her clan, and she would do anything to protect them. But at what cost? Her freedom? Her happiness? This wasn’t fair. She would rather be getting to know Ray than worrying about how she was going to get herself out of mating with Theo Blackwell.