Novel & Cerita Alesana Annabel Trilogy

"The healer’s daughter was reborn to fulfill the vengeance her mother could not carry out. And now, fate has placed her right where she needs to be." Lisa felt the room spin slightly as she grasped the magnitude of the revelation. Annabel was not just a player in the battle for the throne—she was the very embodiment of a revenge long overdue. "What happens now?" Lisa asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Nyssa placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "That… is up to the Moon Goddess and the choices you all make. But beware, child—fate does not take kindly to those who resist its path."

She trailed off, swallowing, and Sienna’s gut twisted—Dorian’s plans, always more, always controlling—and she wondered what waited there, what he’d left. They descended—mud slick underfoot, trees thinning—and the cabin emerged: small, weathered, half-buried in the hillside, a faint light flickering inside. Lila pushed the door—creaking, stiff—and stepped in, Sienna behind, Roman last, his shoulder brushing hers as he passed, and damn if it didn’t spark again—heat, want, regret—making her clench her fists.

Anna was well aware that she would not be content after just one bite, but she was determined to keep feeding her until she had exhausted every aspect of her being, including her body, soul, and heart. Before he comes for her, Annalia has some work to do in getting ready for the next step. She is unsure of how much longer she can continue to resist him. Marcel is more powerful than Annalia realizes, and she must exactly do what she desires. Annalia must include Marcel in her game. While he is trying to figure out what move to do next, she is already thinking ten moves ahead with a checkmate already in sight. -

151. Roland sprung up from his seat and rushed to meet Sasha. “You said what?” He asked to be sure he heard her well the first time. Sasha tried to catch her breath. When her breathing was stable enough, she looked up at Roland. “Annabel is leaving the city with Carson and I have no idea when she'd be coming back.” Roland blinked. “What! Why?” He asked. “She said she wanted to go somewhere far away, rest for awhile and heal. She wants to forget about you and everything you two had.”

“I don’t trust this.” “I will be alright.” Anabel said walking away from him. “I promise you know which one is me, there is not going to be tricks.” Anabel said taking a deep breath. “Take a look at what I am wearing, she will be wearing a gold and black dress, I am wearing purple.” Hecta said shaking her head. “There is not going to be tricks, I need to do my rituals, and I will never trust Anabel to do them.” She said looking at Anabel. “Come.” Hecta said leading Anabel away.

"Eli! I curse you to die a wretched death, with no body left to bury!" So his curse really did come true. I shut my eyes, too drained to feel anything but a hollow calm. And then, something wrenched me upward. The world blurred past, wind screaming in my ears. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the place I both knew and dreaded: home. It was December 29th. The manor was strung with gold tinsel and paper snowflakes—every corner bright with seasonal cheer. But I felt no warmth. The festive colors only burned my eyes, sharp and unsettling.

We moved from our apartment to our new one that looked like a castle, Nanny McPhee was helpful, she helped me run ACE and had hired most of the workers until I was fully ready to take care of ACE alone. “I’m sorry, Connor.” Alannah said, pulling me tighter. My world was slowly falling apart and there was little to nothing I could do about it. “I’m gonna kill him. I swear.” I said as I stormed up to look around for Lisa.

" A pause. The wet sound of the cloth against marble filled the space. My pulse picked up, faster than I wanted it to, a cold unease settling in my chest. "Being a Luna and not his fated mate." The first maid shook her head slowly. "I don't know how she has carried it this long. Four years in this house and never once—" "She carried it because that was what was asked of her," the second one said. "That's all she has ever done." I did not move. What are they saying? The blood on the floor was Annalisa’s? That can’t be right. She was fine when I left her. She had just been lying there. I told her to stop pretending and walked away.

" Then she gave the microphone to a guy who was standing close to her. Annabelle and her parents took the stage and might I say that they were looking like a family indeed. "Is that just me or is Mrs. Siromani super hot?" Mason said. Ashley hit him behind the head and I smiled in approval. That boy could be a real headache sometimes. At least I wasn't the one who had to do the job of hitting him. Annabelle was as beautiful as her mother but she took her dad's facial features. Unlike her parents though, she was light skinned instead of white. To be honest, she looked Indian. Maybe she got the color from someone else in her family. I'd ask her about it later.

I'm supposed to be the next Luna. “Why can't I be the pack’s Luna?” I asked, managing to counter my uncle's voice.” My voice ran out, shaky. Uncle smirked, “is that a question?” “But I've been destined for the future Luna of this pack, it's my right by birth.” “I am Anabelle Aiden, the only daughter of late Alpha Aiden. No one tried questioning my dad's decisions or actions. But why now?” “Anabelle no one is questioning your late dad's decisions, but your uncle Raven's opinion is valid, as the beta of Kam kingdom.”