Anais Garnier Novels & Stories

Anything to take the emphasis away from my sheer embarrassment. "I'm Genie". I can't even look him in the eye, let alone believe that he's sitting next to me and talking to me. "Nice name - what's it short for?". "It's Genevieve". I mumble. "Wow, not a name you hear often. I like it! So now we're acquainted can I buy you a drink?". He asks. Reluctantly I agree " Ok, a Guinness would be good. But just to clarify, It's not normally something I would do".

A.n hi lovely readers, welcome to my new book, quick warning, I don't like describing things, like clothes, and housing, I find it boring, if you don't like it sorry, If you don't understand something please ask, I'll be happy to answer any questions. On that note please enjoy. My name is Anastasia, I am twenty years old and I have black hair and brown eyes, my mother died, in a car accident when I was thirteen, since then it's been just dad and I.

If he just took the time to ask him his name, he would immediately understand what kind of person his little mistress offended. Anais thought that she might get away if she got someone who could protect her and thinking of how she looked right now, she purposely held the blanket on top of her chest, showing her cleavage, and brushed some strands of her hair to the back of her ear to show her delicate neck and a deep collarbone.

There was something about Anne’s posture, the way she held the wine glass a little too close to her body, that set off my internal alarm bells. Years of poring over historical accounts of poisoning had given me a healthy dose of paranoia, especially around unattended beverages. I couldn’t pinpoint why, but Anne’s presence reeked of something off. Maybe it was the overly sweet perfume that clung to her like a cloying fog, or the way her eyes seemed to flicker between Annalisa and the glass with a glint that could only be described as...predatory.

My bridal train consisted of Ella, Isa, and Ana; Philip's sisters who arrived from England two days after the engagement party, Alaina; my mother's younger sister's daughter, Camille, and Roselle; my friends from college, whilst Rita was the chief bridesmaid. Rita looked very beautiful in her one hand strapless fitted dress, showcasing her delicate shape. The gown was navy blue with a golden rose on the left breast. It flowed all the way to the ground in such a way that she looked like she was floating. She had on gold droplet earrings and a gold necklace with bracelets. Her ginger hair was curled from the middle down to her back, resting on the top of her head was a garland with navy blue a

Jewels were attached and I had keep my hands steady so they didn't end up falling off. The stylist arrived and this woman went straight to work. No greetings, there wasn't a single 'hi' I heard from her. She just placed a book on my thighs and told me to pick whichever one I wanted. I went through it and saw the length of my hair wasn't enough to do most of them and I didn't want any type of extensions so I just told her to do whatever was okay for my type of hair. She then said something in French in didn't understand and I just nodded in response.

I added the last bit as a plea for mercy. "Give her the phone," Anais commanded. "Anya, this is a former girlfriend of mine. She lives in Quebec City, Quebec, Canada and she is with the Gendarmerie royale du Canada, aka a Mountie," I told Anya before handing her phone back.

"Bonjour, you must be Miss Daniels. I have to say, you're a bit late, ma chérie." "You don't have to keep apologizing! It's okay, I know you're just getting acquainted with everything and it can be a lot, especially for someone with minimal knowledge of the city." Nancy reassured, her soft french accent leaving me feeling a little more at ease. Nancy Moreau was the assistant to the head director here at Musée de l'Érotisme. She was the one that emailed me about my acceptance for the internship. Standing in front of me was a put-together woman. She was tall, fit, her complexion was spotless, as well as being gifted with a symmetrical face, her hair perfectly placed in loose curls, and she sme

Turning eight times, there came another girl, I noticed her details at the top right, black, 5’6 and almost the same as the blondie, but again, I was looking for a new face. “Are these all virgins?” I kept swiping and at one point, found Anais’ profile waving next to my eyes. I inwardly rolled my eyes, “I told you to keep a filter,” I narrowed my eyes at her but that didn’t bother her much. “Just keep moving,”

There she stood in all her average height glory, waiting for an answer. We waited for someone to answer. The class was quiet, like a graveyard. I got tired of waiting and raised my hand. Shockingly, Vanessa and I raised our hands at exactly the same time. I silently prayed for Ms Cherry to pick her and not me. "Lève-toi, Annabelle", the lady said. (Stand up, Annabelle). There went all my prayers. I mentally cursed before standing up. "Quel est le pronom y?" She asked again. "Le pronom y est une voyelle et aussi un pronom qui remplace la place dans une phrase", I answered.