Annabel Lee Novels & Stories

the woman said but Anabelle didn’t pay any attention to her as her focus and attention were all on the perfume in her hands. “This, I can’t tell what had made it. I can only smell some lilies but nothing else. However, it's so sweet. I am in love with this perfume. Of all the creations those little girls have made, this one is the best,” Annabelle said.

She held a devil-horn headband in one hand and a nondescript piece of notebook paper in the other. Angel or not, Annabelle didn’t need divine omniscience to know how Anaisse had found the latest letter from her Worst Nightmare. Her assistant, Mandy Lopez, must have left it on the desk in the guest room/office where Anaisse had gotten dressed for tonight’s party. What Anaisse didn’t know, thank God, was that Annabelle had received a dozen others along the same theme, though progressively more threatening. All were presumably from the same not-so-big fan who always signed off as “Your Worst Nightmare.”

Annabelle couldn’t breathe. A giant weight pressed against her softly rising chest, threatening to pull her beneath the waves of sorry that crashed against her frail form. Her eyes remained trained on the floor. She knew the consequences if she dared a glance at the Madam. Her back still bore the scars from previous encounters where she had forgotten her place.

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

Nelly replied, feeling ashamed, though she only expressed that in her words. “Guard your…” “Annabel, get yourself a man! You might have stiffened. Nelly muttered, not allowing her friend to continue to backlash against her. “No! I'm now Saint Stephen! Until evening babe” Annabel muttered, waving at the taxi that just passed to stop. The driver halted. She entered and bid farewell to his friend, who was also waving at her. *************************** “What the hell is this?”

slowly and hesitantly trailing her sight she found a silhouette of a man standing tall and proud over the body of a dead lady, she gasped out loud in horror and shock at the sight, the dead lady's eyes had been gauged out with all four limbs dismembered almost like it had been ripped apart by a beast. it seemed her presence was left unnoticed by the figure standing before her as his gaze was fully concentrated on the body of the dead lady, however, what seemed to have caught Evelyn's attention was the hair color of the lady, it was brown almost like Anne's, and on the bloodied floor was a pair of medicated glasses she easily recognized to belong to none other than Annabelle, to confirm her s

The evening breeze was gentle, carrying the fresh scent of early summer plants growing. In the courtyard below, children laughed and ran around. Elderly residents strolled leisurely. Life flowed on in its most ordinary and solid form. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with fresh air. The three months after Arya's death, which had been full of her family's scheming, were like a long, oppressive nightmare. Thankfully, I had woken up. Wounds would scab over, pain would fade, and the lessons I learned would stay with me, making me stronger and wiser going forward. Night fell, and the city lights came on. I went back inside and turned on the lights. Warm illumination instantly filled the ent

Her brothers walked out and shut the door behind them, leaving her in her cold room, with her damp tears collapsing in on themselves and her loud sobs that she kept to herself. 🌹 The tailors measured dutifully, whispering to themselves. They’d secretly give her pitying looks as if knowing the fate before her, but she caught those looks. If they thought they were sly, then she was James Bond. But it wasn't just them, though, all the maids, the guards, so-called henchmen, they all gave her those pitying looks. “Anaya,” She jerked furiously and accidentally knocked the tailor down,

I felt a flash of electricity surge through me, and I fought off the urge to shiver in reaction. "Who are you? You asked to see me." I asked her even though I already knew she was the one for me. "My name is Annabelle. I am the firstborn daughter of the great witch, Elysia. Her great works precede her, and I am sure if you do a little research, you will find out that things are really not as deep as you think they are. I am a seer, gifted from birth, but it was never something that I wanted to do. I know this might be too sudden, but a lot of time has been manipulated by the cursed one to not give you the time you need to prepare." She said, and I sat down.

They're only interested in the riches they're going to get and the fuck they can give. I've been prowling around the pack for several days and crossed the borders several times, but I can't get close enough to finding the future Luna. I want to see this boy before I kill him. When I went beyond the border today and because I was thirsty, I approached the river, being uncovered. I didn't expect to see a pup crying, naked, by the riverside. When he looked at me, I knew who he was. It felt like Mary was there looking at me. I quickly formed a lie and exchanged a few words with the kid. He told me his name was Angel and that the whole pack hated him because he rejected his mate. Too bad, when I