Anais Watterson Novels & Stories

The sun rose sluggishly, its soft golden light bathing the makeshift classroom in warmth, as if reluctant to disturb the peace. The children were already waiting, some eager, others simply present because of their loyalty to Red. One girl, small and wide-eyed, raised her hand, her innocent curiosity piercing through the silence. "What is a dream, Anne?" she asked, her voice so soft it was almost swallowed by the rustle of leaves.

But, Aryana Santini had secrets hidden from her twin sisters. Annabelle had rebelled by meeting quite a few of their low expectations—though not as many as the busybodies liked to think. Between fact and rumor, she’d gained her “wild twin” reputation, and a bone-deep aversion to authority in any form. Anaisse, the “quiet twin,” had done her best not to give anybody anything to talk about. She’d dressed conservatively, spent her spare hours working at the library, and never, ever dated or partied.

Ahmed shook his head as he let out a chuckle. “Why are you wearing a mother’s day shirt?” Niya asked Anas. That statement made me take a closer look at him. His shiny chestnut hair was styled backwards and his cheekbones were standing out more than usual making him look like someone who lost weight. Also, he was wearing a mother’s day shirt, just like Haniya had accused. “And you look like you lost some weight too,” I said in concern. “What’s wrong? Did you fall sick?” “Don’t bother yourself Ameera, he joined Ahmed’s gym class sessions so that he can have muscles to impress one girl like that,” Niya explained with something that was meant to be a nonchalant yawn.

So she doesn't have a choice but to read it part by part. The author was a ghost writer. As far as she know, no one saw the author in person yet. Even the author's name and gender was still unknown to everyone. But that makes the writer more mysterious and interesting. "Nurse Tasia!" Someone shouted her name this time and Anastasia knew that she will be doomed if she wouldn't leave the room immediately. "Coming!" Taking a last glance at the book, she decided to fix herself first before going out on the nurse quarters. "Doctor Lim!" She acknowledges and gave him an awkward smile.

“Anaya!!!” Her name echoed through the house as her dad pounded up the stairs, her 4 brothers mirroring him. She had locked herself in her room not to hide from her father but to avoid the damning fate that awaited her outside those doors. “Anaya,” her father’s voice boomed once more, then the pounding on her door came. It shook violently as her father continued to bang repetitively. “Anaya, if I call your name one more time, there will be hell to pay.”

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.

Anaïs recognized Anya, a childhood friend, balancing a basket of oysters with her hip. "Anaïs!" Anya greeted her, a kind smile faltering as she took in Anaïs’s weary expression. "Rejected by another agency?" Forcing a smile, Anaïs replied, "I didn’t even make it past the receptionist. They’re not exactly looking for ‘small-town charm.’" Anya frowned. "Those people wouldn’t recognize talent if it hit them in the face. Your sketches are incredible. And you, " She paused. "You’re stunning."

“Um, I would rather you didn’t. I told you I don’t let anyone read what I write.” “Could letting me read just a little bit be so bad?” She looked at me for a minute before saying, “I’m embarrassed to let anyone read what I write. Plus, I have been writing this for months, even before I met you. So, the story has nothing to do with you.” “And why are you telling me that it has nothing to do with me?” I asked as I raised an eyebrow. “Because, well, it has a character named Nathaniel in it. I just didn’t want you to think I had put you in the story because I didn’t. So if I’m going to let you read it, I thought you should know.”

Chapter 36 Nathan: I looked at the woman who was changing her sweat pants and shirt to put on a pair of jeans and a white crop top with a smile on my face, admiring her body as she stripped and got dressed in front of me. “Do you think that your mum is going to find my outfit…?”

“Maybe I can come over in the morning and we can hash out some more ideas and details about the charity.” “Sure,” Anais told her. It wasn’t like she had anything else to do. Eileen wouldn’t be there tomorrow so she was facing a day alone, again. Atlas was often gone when he woke up now and Anais didn’t see him until late for dinner, if he came home early enough. “Great! Have you thought any more about what you want to do?” she asked. “I like the idea of a pup’s home.” Anais shrugged. “Maybe. I’m sorry, Charlie, I’m just not good at this stuff, I don’t know.”