Anita Blake Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

I said going past him. The look on Anita's face when she saw me said it all. She was not happy to see her, but the feeling was mutual wasn't it? If I could get my hands on a gun I'd have shot her on the leg though, unlike my brother I wasn't capable of murder. "Anita Baker, you little sneaky bitch, you've tied Blake around your little finger such that he does what you say" "No idea what you're talking about" "You too have been kissing and cuddling behind my back"

Dominic Pierce thought he’d rattled her. He’d sent the orchid as a warning, veiled in civility. But Anita wasn’t the girl she’d been when she first walked into Nathan’s world. She’d been made, broken, burned, and reborn. She knew now that in games of power, silence was never safety—it was strategy. Anita stood before the mirror in her office, buttoning a crisp ivory blouse. Her reflection stared back with poise and purpose. Behind her, Patricia’s photograph smiled faintly on the bookshelf. That reminder was all she needed.

She sneered nicely and I fell for it a bit that I lost myself in her. "Hmm...ok then.." I smiled when I uncovered myself again. I could grope myself trying to resist her charming beauty as I smiled and bobbed my head. She soon stood up and beam away. All my distresses earlier came back to me after I fully forgot about her. ********************************************** Anita's POV I had assured Sebastian that I would help him the previous day and I'd been targeting the book since the day fell on. My mother doesn't get out of her chamber for nothing's sake except that she had business to deal with.

I was somewhere else before I knew I was going. Anita’s studio was above her uncle’s garage on the east side of the city. Two skylights. A wall of corkboard covered in fabric swatches and sketches and things only she could decode. She had claimed it at twenty-one and never let it go. She said the light was right in the mornings. She was right about that. I woke up to the sound of her pencil.

Rancid needed a new plan, or a way to steal whatever Charles found in the yard. “He’s going to fuck you over,” a voice spoke out. Another vampire, a woman named. Anita Drake stepped over and took Charles spot. “I’m sure he’ll try,” Rancid said. “Who are you? I’ve seen you around.” “My name is Anita,” she replied. “What are you in for?” “Murder, just like everyone else.” “I know that, I mean specifically, who did you kill?” “I killed a lot, just like everyone here, I was caught killing a kid in an alley.” “A kid?” Rancid asked.

Anna placed her hand on Anita's shoulder. "Let's go, Anna. I'll fix her problem." Gaia said. "Wait." Anita looked up and picked a book from the stack on the floor. "Book One. You'll know it's real." Anna stared at the book in her hand, with hard aesthetic cover, 'Who are they?' The title sparkled in pure gold as she stared at it. "I..." "Let's go. We wouldn't want Lord Xandros to find you here." Gaia said and she nodded her head, following him immediately.

Five years ago, Liam Blake sat on his Harley Davidson bike in front of the motel, thinking hard. As he remembered that he hadn’t seen his sister, Anita, for a while, he figured out he wanted to spend some time with her before she went to college. Anita attended a boarding school right after her tenth birthday. She made it clear that she much preferred surrounding herself with the humans and wanted to live as normal as possible. Even though their parents disagreed with her, Liam persuaded them that it would be best to let her live the life she wanted. Eight years later, Anita continued to stay around humans. Unlike Liam, Anita didn’t have any duty obligation other than following the rules and

At night Blakely couldn't wait to open Rebecca's diary. She left the two envelopes unopened and untouched because she wanted to finish reading Rebecca's very thick diary. She saw that all the pages in the book were full of her handwritten notes. Rebecca didn't miss a single page. It made Blakely curious, how many stories did her sister want to put into the diary? Had she been so lonely all this time that she only had a diary as the only friend that would hold her whole story?

“First, I’m going to kill Serena. If it weren’t for her, Edmund would never have treated me like this. She took everything from me.” Anita’s grin widened, satisfied. “Then good luck with that.” As Beatrice stormed out of the car, Anita leaned back in the driver’s seat, watching her go. Her smile turned sharp and wicked. Perfect. Let Beatrice take the fall. Let her be the weapon. By the time Beatrice reached out to her old contacts for help—people just desperate enough to get their hands dirty—Anita was already planning her next move. ---

His words made me go silent for a few my, contemplating on who it might be but no one came to mind “I'll go check on Blake. Meanwhile, keep an eye out for him.” I hung up, shoved the door to Blake's room open and walked in. Blake was awake on the bed, next to him lay Anita's daughter fast asleep while Anita sat at the far end of the window, looking out the streets. “Mr. Knight,” Blake called out my name the moment he saw me. He attempted to rise, but I signalled him not to. “Mr. Knight,” Anita let out slowly, turning around to look at me