Anais Garnier Novels & Stories

Good evening to everyone! It is a big pleasure to share this night with all of you here. The prominent BUSINESS people night Awards is a event that takes place annually in france. Thanks to the benevolent supporter's of this award The speaker greeted He announced the award,that will be giving out tonight. the first award goes to Lizzy ad the best model in the industry Lizzy received the award of the year, She felt surprised and shocked when her named was mentioned. "I'm not expecting this tonight"she mumbled to Steve ear

The butler had announced their arrival, and we went out to greet them as they stepped out of the car. One by one, the six of them came out like gods and goddesses that owned every square inch of this house. There were four handsome men in suits and a girl, a very beautiful girl. She had black hair with grey highlights. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that she looked like the supermodel Serena, no wait, she was Serena. I was shocked, but I had to hide it. “The Vittelis, welcome to our humble abode”, my father smiled,, ah but where is the groom? And your parents? If I may”

"it's been five minutes peter, what are you still doing in there honey?" called the average lady about thirty years knocking on the men's restroom door. On her right stood a young girl about the age of nine. Brunette long ponytail, dark green eyes and thin lips. The woman groomed in a short purple dress, a long black coat and black heels. Curly blonde hair that went down her shoulders, light blue eyes and goldilocks lips. on her left held a small purple hand bag and smart cellphone.

Mariana disagreed and patted her shoulder as she passed by on her way out of the dressing room. “That’s right, sugar. Never say never. A friend of mine at a different club knows a dancer who landed one of her VIP clients. Now she’s a housewife in BGC,” Lee Anne finished dreamily and followed Mariana out the door. Anaisse rolled her eyes, whisked the thousand peso bill from her thong, and tossed it in her pile. A manicured hand reached over and pulled the bill out. Irritated, she looked up at Ginger. “Don’t include this in your tip-out,” the redhead said. Nodding her head to the pile of bills, she added, “That’s business. This”—she flicked the fifty—“was personal—a gift.”

I wasn't used to anyone making the ginger look tiny, but they'd managed to succeed with their superior height and heft. All except one. She was as tall as the rest of them, but she was made for matters of court more than a soldier's den. All lithe seductive grace and calculating hoarfrost eyes. A daughter any Luna would love to have called their own. I made eye contact with her the same moment Giselle spotted me, "And there she is now! Ayda, come here!" Giselle didn't wait for me to come to her; she grabbed my wrist with a steel grip and dragged me bodily across the slate floor. "Ayda, Princess Narcissa Onasis. Princess Onasis, our best hairdresser."

His world thrummed with unspoken rules and alliances, and she had to navigate it all without tripping. A woman approached them, her smile a perfect crescent of white teeth. Her gown shimmered silver, her hair a waterfall of blonde. “Falvio, darling,” she said, kissing his cheek lightly. “And you must be Analees. Such a lovely name. Parisian, correct?” “Yes,” Analees said, feeling the warmth in her cheeks. “Oh, Paris!” the woman exclaimed. “So chic, so… artistic. I imagine you will bring color to our rather… conservative gatherings.”

Jasmine POV: When I was child my grandmother used to tell me many tales of creatures that used to live in sea, I had never seen them but their tales always used to excites me, one of such tale my grandmother had told me was of a women name ‘Anais de Siren’ Anais was most beautiful women of her town, with pale skin, brown eyes and long golden hair she was desired but all men’s, with beautiful facial features she was also blessed with seductive body figure, all women own used to envy her enchanting figure, Anais popularity was not just restricted to her small town but was also know to neighboring town and even the king Edgar.

The lady said, looking anxiously over at the boys again and then at all the expensive-looking glass and china sculptures. "Mateo!" Allison hissed and he immediately released Marco from the headlock. I went for what the manicurist called a French manicure, which is when they put the white bits at the ends and making it all shiny whilst Allison got matt maroon to match her dress. There were three spinning chairs in the room so Mateo, Carlos and Marco could entertain themselves. When we left the shop, we headed to a hair salon and once again the twins and Mateo got another concerned look from the receptionist.

“Poor people like her always get greedy.” Anaïs kept packing. She refused to cry again. Maybe not her. Not in front of them. Someone watches her quietly from the corner of the room. She bit her lips anxiously. As soon as Anais finished packing, she walked over. Anais raised her head to see a young woman, and from her badge, she was from the accounting department. She was short, cute, and had Round glasses sitting on her nose. This was the first time she had been approached but she had seen this woman a couple of times. And all this time she was quiet.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."