Anais Watterson Novels & Stories

Nathalia added, flipping her hair. Why is she so brave? Why aren't they even afraid to get reported to the principal? Nathalia looks at me and acted like she feels pity for me. "Ah. You look cute, Joy." She says in a sarcastic tone of her voice. "You look like a puppy who left with her bitch mother. Ah, so cute!" Mekeni added as she brushed my hair roughly. If I am a puppy. Well, they are dogs who barking in seeking attention.

Sergio started after him. Eric turned in the doorway. “Why are you coming?” “For hot chocolate.” “Go home.” “I was invited.” “BY A TEN-YEAR-OLD.” “Still counts.” “No, it doesn’t.” They disappeared inside arguing. Walt took Anais from Ayana. She stretched. Then looked at me. “Tired?” “Yes.” “Worth it?” I looked through the window. At Eric in the kitchen. Erian beside him. Esme pulling on his shirt.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

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.

I wanted to see how long she could hold out. On the sixth day, just as Maisie and I entered the bathroom, Phoebe collapsed and yanked open the bathroom door. She fell to her knees and screamed, "Stop the baths! I'm begging you! Please stop!" I was surprised. I had estimated a child could last maybe three days under such torment, but Phoebe had held out for six. Later, I tucked Maisie back into her room and returned to face Phoebe in the living room. My voice was cold as ice. "Who are you?"

Preparing. “I’m not afraid of her,” Anais said, her voice cutting through the tension. “You should be,” Cassian replied, turning to look at her. “But that doesn’t mean you have to run.” Anais’s laugh was dry and humorless. “I stopped running the moment I watched my six-year-old self being tested like a lab rat. That was the last shred of innocence I had.” She walked over to the coffee table and picked up the discarded flash drive, still warm from the TV port.

Wills Watson shook his head and laughed: "Even though I am proud of being a member of Waltson family, would Wal be a little unsuitable for girls?" "I think it’s good." "Are you sure?" She nodded: "Anyway, I really like it." Wills Watson nodded. "Alright, then." As he decided it, she actually felt that it was a bit casual. Just as she was about to say something, she saw that he had already picked up a pen and wrote a few bold and forceful words on the cover of the notebook. "Baby Wal's Diary." Father, Wills Waltson . Mother, Luna Greenwich .

I see that she has already grabbed her sweater and walks to the door. “Go easy on him, "she whispers to me as she walks past, “He’s shy.” I smile at her in appreciation. Feeling bad that for a split second I was jealous of her. She was pretty, with her blond hair cut into a bob, and curvy body. Aunt Julie always told me that thick girls rule the world. I was never the Barbie doll type, with the thigh gap and all that. I just thought that she told me that to make me feel better being that it was nothing but superficial pricks that I went to school with.

'I am Steven Gawain. 'Are you kidding?'I laughed. 'No, I am not. I sent those texts by email, and here's the proof,' I replied showing him my cell phone. He remained silent for a while before replying. 'Your work on the magazine is very good, but what you answered on the test is insufficient.' 'I was going through a bad time and under a lot of stress.' 'Come on, Anna, do you think I haven't heard all those rumors going around? There's talk about your sexual preferences, that you spend all day at the bar, and that you're pretty lost.'

Author's pov Anita, an intelligent and adorable woman, was 27 years old and the eldest daughter of the Charleston family. The Charlestons were somewhat renowned, similar to the Morgans. Due to business connections, their paths had crossed with the Morgan corporation. Anita's parents, known as Mr. and Mrs. Charleston, had appointed her to oversee the administrative aspect of their company. One evening, as Anita followed her usual routine, she arrived home after leaving her office. Upon entering the house, she found her mother in the living room.