Ana Huang Novels & Stories

I'd ask her about it later. "Hello everyone," Mrs. Siromani said with an Asian accent. I was taken aback. Her daughter spoke with a fluent American accent so I wasn't expecting it. Besides, wasn't she American? "We are very happy that you all left your various businesses to come and welcome us. It means a lot. My family hopes that we all will get along very well. By the way, my name is Riley", she finished and handed the microphone to her husband. "Like my wife said, we're happy to be here and are very grateful to be welcomed in such a good manner. As most of you know, I am Basha Siromani, and this is our daughter, Annabelle Ameera Siromani."

Mr Caine motioned for silence and the room soon became quiet once more. "Now that you all got the chance to take it in, I'd like to introduce Xavier Persons," he introduced polite clapping following his statement, as the door opened a man appears shaking his hand. Confidence radiated off his 6'1 figure, his black hair combed perfectly, his navy blue tailored suit holding his perfectly sculpted body. All eyes were on him but he went unfazed as he turned to face the room.

They chose a long table around in the corner of the restaurant. Ha Mian keeps looking at the man beside Hai Rin, she gestures her a little before she asks. "Eh, Rinrin, is this your husband?" Surprised by the question she almost spurts out her soft drink. "Er..no. This is my assistant. Andy Lu." of course she wouldn't dare to say that he is her butler. "Nice to meet you Mrs.?" Andy Lu stops his sentence. This is the first time they had met, and he had never heard of her friends before.

Or maybe the Werewolf just hated people. "Oh, what an honour to be in the presence of someone so...so powerful," The shifter's eyes flashed even brighter, the sentence dripping pure sarcasm. Radyn gritted his teeth. "My name is Jackson Huang, the direct descendant of the first Huanglong dragon and relative to The Cursed Royals. Glad to have finally met my match."

He didn’t tear away his eyes at her as if there were just the two of them. “I like the color of your eyes.” He said. “They’re the color of honey.” “Thank you.” She was quite happy. No one had ever praised her for her looks. “By the way, I am Caeruleus. And you?” “My name’s Ellaine.” Now, even she can’t tear her eyes away from Caeruleus. She can hear bells ringing somewhere far away but she didn’t have the time to look away and search for it. Her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her.

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"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.

“No, Connie and Hannah are team one. You are team two.” “Right,” she said. “I forgot.” “Forgot or weren’t listening,” he muttered aloud. Usually, he found her forgetfulness cute, but tonight he found it annoying and distracting. “Here he comes,” Elliott warned them. Through Elliott’s IAC, Aaron could see the dark figure of an older man, hunched over, with crazy black hair, slithering towards the chimpanzee cage. He weaved in and out of the shadows and seemed to do a dance step now and again.

Preparing more makes her feel secure. Opening her computer, reads the news, trying to recall anything that will bring money. Isabella was so concentrated and forgot to eat. Her stomach grumbles, looks at the clock, 6:00 pm. In the kitchen, there are ingredients for cooking noodles that she was planning to eat at lunch. While chopping the veggies, Ring-Ring-Ring "Hello?" "Hello, Ms. Isabella Chen?" a male voice on the other line. "Yes, who's speaking?" "Good evening, I'm Belden Huang, Mrs. Liu's friend."

And there, in the middle of it, stood a woman. Serena’s breath hitched. The woman was half-submerged in the freezing water, wearing pale silks that clung to her like liquid silver. Her long hair, nearly white, floated around her like a veil. Her skin glowed faintly in the mist, and her lips moved with the melody Serena had followed. It was otherworldly. Impossible. No ordinary person could survive water that cold. And no ordinary voice could sound like that—sad and beautiful, ancient and strange.