Anais Watterson Novels & Stories

snow huffs out seeming slightly annoyed already. Ancient Aztecs the chapter title reads. Ughh just great this was going to be another boring day in History. I quietly sigh, laying my head down on my desk. About fifteen minutes into class, we hear someone knocking on the classroom door, when Mr. Wiles opens it popping his head in " Mr. Snow I'm so sorry to interupt your teaching, but I have a new student with me who's joining your class," he says stepping into the room. I watch as he motions with his hand to the person standing in the hall to come in. Not caring about another new student, I revert my eyes back to my studies, wanting to get pass this chapter as quickly as possible. I don't kno

and techniques. And you must be wondering, why I was hiding in a bathroom stall, eavesdropping on the queen bees talk about their sex lives? Then let me introduce myself, my name is Akira Sanders, pen name Miss.OG (short for orgasm) and I'm the best erotic romance writer in Imphal, a small town near Montana.

Grabbing the microphone, Anna lifted the book over her head. “Sorry to interrupt, but this is very important,” She said with Nate at her side. “I’m Anna Berger Steine of Steine and Steine Publishers in the U.S. and this is Dr. Nathanial Braverman, author of Vashti’s Daughter.” Many boos greeted them in response.

"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.

Made simpler, she does not want to fall deeply in love. However, that dream never through. When she met him, he tore the corroded walls apart effortlessly and erected a four lettered tower on her world. The foundation was hinged on an unknown silent strength. It was so easy for him to plant a seed in her; a seed of love, but he never cared to nurture it neither was he there when it grew. How hurtful it is. Grace Anslem was the first child out of two. A graduate of psychology from Lagos State University. She is based in Abuja

she asked "Woah really? The last time I interviewed an art gallery the guy told me I had to focus on one thing. You seriously don't mind? And as for your question no. I don't babysit anyone at this moment," I said "I like a girl who can multitask and I really don't mind. Kids are wonderful things and you seem like an amazing person Miss Greyson," She said "Thank you for giving me a chance," I said "We'd let you know when we want the first few artworks. For now, just get settled in and get a studio as for the babysitting gig I have a friend whose brother has three kids and they need someone," She said

Chapter 1 Anais balanced the tray carefully on one hand, a trick she amused herself with whenever she got the opportunity. She ignored the eyes on her, the wolves that huddled together whispering as soon as she passed by. She heard their giggles, she heard their hushed words, even if they were meters away, but she didn't let any of it bother her. “Look at her. Isn't there something else she could wear?” Her ears tuned to one of the voices. “Why does she have to wear a dress that shows off her boobs like a slut.”

JANE I heard the words leave my mouth before I could stop them. "It's only fair to end this with a little bit of crass, is it not?" His eyebrows went up. Interest flickered across his face. I stood, tucking the bills into my purse with deliberate slowness. Five hundred dollars. That was textbooks and maybe even groceries that weren't ramen. My hands weren't shaking anymore. I was Jailbird now. Fully Jailbird. Jane Puckett was locked away somewhere safe.

Maya was directed to sit down on the sofa. It felt like it was made from wolf skin. It was soft and smooth and comfortable to sit on. Ashton had a huge desk. Papers and books were arranged neatly on the desk while behind the desk stood a tall bookshelf. After scheming her eyes over, Maya could tell that most of the books were about werewolves. "Don't you remember anything when you were young?" Ashton asked. "Nope. Why would you ask?" "I'm just interested in knowing you better!" "Wait, how did you know I couldn't remember anything?"

She could feel that word in her bones just by his existence. Ollie cut the staring and brought her eyes down to her dress and cleared her throat. She righted herself and slipped her hands off the post. She pushed a smile on her face, lifted her head and stepped up. She hoped she didn't look as pathetic as she felt. She hoped she didn't look as scared as she felt. They were werewolves, not animals. They wouldn't eat her for dinner any time soon. "Good Morning Mr Bridge," She forced out of lips and pushed her hand out to the man, " I'm Ollie Clan, the nanny,"