Anna Walsh Novels & Stories

25 ANNALISE I jolted upright, the remnants of a dream clinging to me like cobwebs. A dream filled with whispered promises and stolen kisses under a canopy of stars – a dream featuring a certain infuriatingly handsome knight named Adrian. A giddy smile stretched across my face. Today was the day! The day I, Annalisa du Wales, would finally present my business proposition to the Queen herself, right there in the glorious Royal Palace. My heart did a little victory lap in my chest. This wasn’t just any business proposition, mind you. This was my brainchild, a revolutionary new loom design that would change the textile industry – faster, more efficient, and guaranteed to produce the most exquisi

Alexander's POV Naomi Walsh arrived at nine a.m. exactly. She was smaller than I'd expected, mid forties, sharp eyes that catalogued everything without appearing to. She shook my hand and then Emma's and accepted coffee from Patricia and sat across from us in the living room with a recorder and a notebook, old fashioned in a way that suggested the notebook was where she actually thought. "I want to be clear about something before we start," she said. "I'm not here to run an exposure piece. The contract story is already out. What I'm interested in is the fuller truth, whatever that is, and whether you're willing to tell it."

I asked him, noticing his hesitation as his eyes darted between Sharma and me. "You mean that psychopath of a butler? The bald-headed assassin?" Sharma's words took me by surprise, and her apparent anger was hard to ignore. "Yeah, your butler wasn't who you thought he was. He attacked me last night and tried to kill me. Can you believe that?" She chuckled, leaving me baffled as I turned to Ryan, expecting an explanation. "She is right, Alpha Hawthorne," Ryan confirmed, echoing Sharma's allegations. Despite the evidence presented, I found it difficult to believe what I was hearing.

Chef Smith instructed his assistant. Adam is a newly appointed employee and he is a little timid and shy. No one knows that he is under David's control and mixed poison in that steaming red velvet cake, that was just removed from the oven to kill Thea's baby. Unaware of the poison, the chef prepared the cake to send it to the mansion. David was observing everything through Adams's eyes. Later he released his hold on Adam knowing fully well that, he will not remember what he did. Roland and Emma along with celebrity chef Smith reached the mansion and arranged all the different flavors on a table for taste testing.

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

“Pay no attention to her; she just wants to chase clout to fit in with the popular crowd, nothing else.” “But that is clearly not happening," a voice said behind them as they turned to see who that was. “ I’m sorry for startling you. I’m Tia, Tia Williams," the pretty girl introduced. ~ ~ ~ “ You lost that right, Zac; the fact that I’ve been patient enough to listen to your crap doesn’t give you the effort to talk down on me,” Aly added, cutting him off. She had gone to the shop to grab some snacks for herself when she bumped into Zac.

Let me introduce myself again. I am Anna Sinclair Walton. Daughter of infamous Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence, sister of Aaron. The wife of Dr. Hale Davy Walton, and I was currently alone on my honeymoon with only my fingers to help me in need. For the first few minutes after Davy left, I kept staring at the space he had once vacated, waiting for a crew to jump out and yell surprise. I had even positioned myself well, my back straight as a rolling board, practicing my smile because I would be damned if the camera captured me at a bad angle, but minutes ticked by and all I got was silence.

The elegant woman was dressed in a chic but homely dress, her long, lush raven hair was slightly curled at the ends which made her look both classy and casual at the same time and were spread lazily over her shoulders. This woman was the former queen of the modeling industry, Supermodel Nina Jonas, now Nina Jonas Walters, the Young Mistress of the Walter's family, beloved wife of Justin Walters, Mother of Emma Walters, the princess of the Walter's family and my, Selena's best friend, sister and boss, the largest shareholder of Globe Entertainment. Selena took off her coat and handed over to the serving maid standing beside her and gestured for her to hang it as she casually sat beside Nina a

Chapter 21 Eleanor Walsh was an industrious and ambitious woman with a competitive spirit. It was one of the reasons she was well respected among her peers. She had a relentless drive, always aiming to outdo herself and those around her. Settling for mediocrity was never an option. While others dreamed in silence, she turned her aspirations into action, making bold moves even in the face of uncertainty.

The absurdity of the plan made my laugh brittle. He half-smiled. “No. I think we do it blind. We take risks. We trust people who owe us favors.” He hesitated. “There might be one person who can help.” “And who is that?” I asked. “Eve,” he said. “An old contact. A journalist who hates the Division. She can get things out anonymously.” My pulse quickened. “My friend Eve? The one who knows way too much about conspiracy forums and cat videos?” “The same.” He sounded almost amused. “Brilliant in a way that gets useful.”