Ana Robinson Novels & Stories

Nationality: British. Parents: Jane Stevens And Harvey Stevens. Sibling(s): Jack Stevens. Hair Colour: Ginger red. Eye Color: Aquamarine. Height: 5ft 10 inches. Sexuality: Straight. Religion: Christian. Birth Date: Wednesday 22nd Of May, 2001. Disability: None. Education: Currently In Her First Year Of Studying Graphic Designing. "Well, well, well, so her name is Robin, huh?" he said to himself and laughed.

My age paranoia is there, but I'm dealing with it, and I won't let Ebba back me up against a corner. I'm a grown woman, and I will take this battle. "I'm thirty-four, and Robin is twenty-three. There are eleven years between us. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Hello everyone, I'm Robin. I'm sorry we have to meet like this, as I understand that there have been speculations leveled against me. I never offered an explanation because I personally did not want to waste the public's time, but who knew…" She trailed off as if choking with tears before continuing, "Yes, my initial entry for the design competition wasn't my work but a fellow student Wanda Lewis'. She encouraged me to take part in the first place, and she's very nice, but there are times when she's obsessed with winning. When I realized she went behind my back to switch my entry during the first round, I immediately confronted her and tried to clear my name, but who knew…"

I said to her. "Well, can't say it upset me when she got expelled on Monday for sleeping with Mr Winters." "Mr Winters! Ew! That is so gross!" I said, shivering from disgust. "But to be fair to her though... if I had to sleep with a teacher, I would choose him," Charlotte said. "Ewwwww! He's still like 35 and a teacher!" I said, pouring the lemonade. "Well, Leo can't be that young," Abi whispered.

That’s all that’s in his head. “Oh, sorry, please come in.” Mrs Smith called in a beautiful and gorgeous red-haired girl to the class, she’s tall like a model and has the stunning look of an Angel. “Ohhh she’s cute.” My wolf complimented this girl, he never does that, not even once, not even Ainsley, so what makes her different? “Everyone, this is Justin Reyes, she just transferred here. I expect everyone to be welcoming and nice to her. Kingsley, stay away from her.”

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

So maybe I’m overreacting, he’s not mine and I’m not his. I’ve been busy working at the diner a lot recently and I actually made some work friends. Amelia who just turned 18 recently, she hasn’t shifted yet, something about it’s better to shift around your mate. An she hasn’t found her mate yet, she’s actually new to our pack and hasn’t really got to meet anyone due to working all the time. Amelia is really pretty and she’s super nice. She has auburn hair, grayish/blue eyes, about an inch shorter than me. An she’s really skinny, toned, smaller boobs than mine, but she makes up for it with her big butt. I laugh with her all the time wishing the moon goddess would’ve blessed me with more jun

“Leah, it’s alright. You’re safe.” His words began to calm me once again. There was a gentle knock at the door; my head snapped around, looking at the door. It opened slowly and in stepped an older lady in a pant suit. Her long blonde hair pinned back into a neat ponytail. She was carrying a notebook under her arm. Her expression changed as she saw the startled look on my face, the water on the table, the knocked-over chair, and Logans hand on my arm.

I pulled my nails from the wall and stepped closer to get a better look at Aurora. Madame Aurora leaned in, her face catching a brief glimmer of light. Her hair, gray like a winter sky, flowed past her shoulders. Eyes as dark as night watched her intently, like an owl. The deep lines etched into her face suggested she was in her late eighties, and clearly, she had never heard of Botox. The Gitana chuckled, almost as if she could read my mind. “You,” she said, pointing at me. “What brings you to our fair? You don’t seem to be having much fun.”

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.