Annabel Lee Novels & Stories

She kept moving forward, her movements stiff. Selene tripped and fell to the ground. Annabelle stood over her, her hand closing around Selene's throat. Selene struggled, but Annabelle's grip was too strong. Selene's eyes went wide, then lifeless. I released my control over Annabelle. She stumbled back, gasping. "No...no...no..." she whispered, her eyes wide with horror. She looked down at Selene's lifeless body, then at me. Her face twisted in anger.

Does it make any sense? Ann wasn’t sure what would happen to them as time went by. She mentioned one of her granddaughters, Ann Claire, who had come back to the Manor after dying somewhere else, but she soon started to sort of lose her sense of self. Like, she progressively forgot who she was, and started changing. They saw her lose her human shape, until she turned into a blurry shadow and ended up fading away, like a mist blown by the wind.

Annabelle shuddered immediately, upon hearing Levi's threatening voice. “Em, the thing is…. Just figure it out yourself!”. Annabelle announced and immediately hung the call afterwards. She was breathing heavily when she said to herself, “That was close. I almost gave my intentions away”. Annabelle recollected herself and soon, a wicked smile appeared on her lips as she made another call. “It's almost time. When it's midnight, I want you to go and kidnap Daisy and Dahlia. You're with their pictures, right?”.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

Ophelia Maine's POV Ophelia Maine—the queen of the stage, myself was known for my excessive beauty. Upon marrying a man who's quite famous, I even gained more attention from the media. But truly.. no one has ever wondered why such a queen would be a narcissist, and obsessed with fame, except for my lovely daughter. "Mommy, why do you like attention so much?" A cute, little 7 year old Charlotte Maine asked. We were currently in my room, about to go to bed when my darling suddenly asked me that question.

Annabel smiled as she held her baby girl patting her small butt , and didn't notice the weird expression her little baby was making. (Violation of privacy!!!) Noticing the way her baby held her butt tightly, made the surprised Annabel chuckle. " Looked, like my little Nana is shy..." She playfully said, dancing around softly in the room with her baby in her arms. Her calmed lovely voice let out some humming sounds as she patted the bale head of her baby girl. Taika was pause as ever, a lot of questions run in her mind at that lonely moment. ( According to the plot: Annabel committed suicide after giving bath to the villainess, then why is she still alive despite the villainess is already bi

He touched my neck and slid his hands down my breasts. “You’ve gotten prettier, how do you manage to do it?” he said with a frisky tone. “What are you talking about, I don't know you,” I retorted, moving away from him. “You don't need to know me, it's not important anymore,” he replied, grabbing my arms with a firm grip and slamming me to the floor. His tongue grazed my breast as he crawled up to my face and softly bit my neck. “Orders were to kill you, but I figured out it's better to have you for myself once again, Lena,”

The whispers sharpened into words— *Anna. Anna. Anna.* My name, repeated in a chorus just beyond hearing. I staggered back, my vision swimming as I read the labels: *Anna Langford - First Death* *Anna Langford - Second Resurrection* *Anna Langford - Third Transformation* On and on, down the endless rows - each bearing my name, each marking another iteration of my suffering. My knees nearly buckled. They'd catalogued my agony like specimens in a lab. At the end of the center shelf, one label glowed brighter than the others:

A most evil sound meant to taunt and torment. “My little rabbit has fell into my trap.” I hear him say as I see the sweeping light of a flashlight skim over the top of the hole. He approaches the edge of the hole and past the light shining down, I can see a faint silhouette of his body, dressed all in black. “I didn’t even have to throw you down here like the others.” He says with an ominous chuckle. “You came willingly. Fell right into your own grave. Oh the irony!”

The air was thick with everything unsaid. So I moved. Carefully at first—until I realized my ankle wasn’t hurting anymore. I paused halfway down the stairs, flexing the joint. The pain that had crippled me was gone. Just… gone. Like it had never existed. My heart thudded. Something about that wasn’t natural. I padded down the steps. Abaddon stood at the far end of the living room with Kiwor and Huron. Tension hung between them like static. Huron’s head was down. His red curls clung to his face like a curtain of shame.