Novel & Cerita Anna's Archive Kindle

Thank you so much for reading through the book two of the Nanny affair, my apologies for the little mistakes, you might come across while reading, but trust me, we all make mistakes and we are all human. Now, the story takes a leap of six months, Salem Baltimore alas Andres Khan, brought a fifty percent shares of the company and all this while under the pretense of Lewis Chang, seen at the previous chapter, he takes the from of an interpreter between Elena and Andres Khan.

Anna held on to the last bits of her strengths and said one word,"Go... Under the light of the stars,the woman's face was pale and fragile,but that did not obscure her startling beauty. Especially that pair of moist and lively eyes,that were like a sea filled with endless stars. She was no longer the ignorant countryside girl and ugly duckling. However,what use was that now? Anna smiled bitterly before she had her revenge,she would fall to her death here... However,before dying,atleast she had done a good deed in saving the little bun. If her child had not died back then,he would probably be around his age.... After the car accident five years ago,in shame the Ferrah family had sent her away

“Not about the lives you ruined. But your name? Your legacy? That spotless record? That you care about.” He tugged at the chains again, testing them. Useless. “Even if I help you, even if I give you names… what then? You think the world’s going to change because some feral she-wolf and a disgraced lawyer throw punches in the dark?” Anna didn’t respond at first. She walked toward one of the crates, popped the lid with a rusted crowbar, and pulled out a thick, water-stained file. She tossed it to the ground near his feet.

Chapter 130 Anna stood in front of the tall window as she watched the city lights paint the sky. She was coated in a thick black coat that would serve as a means of warding off any possible fever. She couldn’t afford to get sick again, not when she needed her strength the most. She had to find those men who had attacked her. She dug her long nails into her palm, enough to draw blood. As hard as she tried to stay strong, she felt herself growing weaker with every passing minute. What was really happening to her? She was slowly feeling herself slipping away. She had to return home, back to her kids.

Anna was left in the care of her godmother, I won’t expose her to sex scenes until she is 18. Time has passed, a lot of sex has happened, Anna grew beautifully, being a perfect futanari and everything went perfectly. We all lived happily ever after! Or did we?

He opened one eye as I walked by, and just as I was about to sit down, he sprang up, claiming my chair before I could even settle in. "Seriously, Cheeto? Move your ass." He flicked his tail in response. Little shit. With a sigh, I nudged him aside just enough to reclaim my seat, then reached for my favorite battery powered boyfriend from the side table. You know, just in case. It had been a long week, and if Cameron wasn’t going to fuck me senseless, then I’d have to take matters into my own hands. I pulled the new book from my bag. Corrupted Innocents. The latest in a series I had been devouring for weeks. If Cameron thought I’d enjoy it, then I damn well would.

I barked, lifting Anna into my arms as her platinum eyes closed, her breathing turning fast, shallow, and terrifyingly hot. "I have the perimeter, Ronald, get her back to the archives," Ryker roared, his massive fists clenching as he turned his yellow wolf glare onto the five hundred northern spearmen, who were already dropping to their knees in submission before our combined triad aura. I didn't waste a single heartbeat, shifting mid-stride into my silver wolf form with Anna slung carefully across my broad shoulders, tearing through the dense forest toward the lower levels of the royal palace. The shared mind pool was still buzzing inside my skull, a chaotic mess of bleeding images from Joa

"But the biometric data says your heart rate spiked when his name was mentioned. The 'Archive' in your blood is still sensitive to him." "The Archive is a record of debts, Lucien," Panni replied, finally turning to face him. The sapphire glow in her eyes was dim but constant—a biological pilot light. "And Jinyan’s debt to me is the largest on the books. Now, show me the Porto accounts. If I'm to be your Head of the Archive, I want to see exactly how much this city owes the Panni name." Back in Lisbon, the taxi pulled up to a secluded marina. Annie was waiting in the shadows, her face bandaged but her eyes sharp. She took Grace from Jinyan’s arms, her expression a mix of relief and profound s

Ana found it on a Wednesday. She came to me in the late morning with the expression she wore when something had confirmed what she had been hoping was wrong. She closed the door behind her. "Sit down," I said. "I'm fine standing," she replied. She placed a document on the table. "The archive has a logging system. Old. Physical log entries that record who accessed which section and when." She looked at me. "I've been keeping informal notes of when Kieran uses the archive. Cross-referencing against the log entries to verify that his access matched his stated purpose."