Annabella Stoermer Coleman Novels & Stories

With remarkable swiftness, she gathered herself, wiping away those irrational emotions from her beautiful features and replacing them with a serene smile. The laughter in the room abruptly ceased as she entered, causing Hunter's eyes to widen in shock. He hastily stood up from the couch, the guilt etching itself across his face, impossible to miss. Beside him stood Anna Deloin, the CEO of Ada Corp. Christine would recognize that woman anywhere. Anna was a formidable businesswoman, whose name and photographs graced the pages of Forbes magazine and various other publications of varying depth.

Third smartest kid in the class after she and… and Jamie. Jamie. She hadn't thought of him… that name in years. And to think it had to be here of all places. Was he here? If he had stayed in touch with Cole, he might be. She wasn't sure she could… Cole’s low whistle pulled Anna from her reprieve to find him giving her a once over. “Damn, De la Vegas. Aren't you gorgeous.” Anna smiled despite herself but just as she parted her lips to ask if Cole had stayed in touch with Jamie all these years, a low, sharp voice cut her off:

Ana returned the greeting. Cole’s eyes scanned me, and I adjusted my dress to conceal my cleavage while avoiding his gaze. He sighed heavily. “I see you’re back again. Are you interested in our…” he began. “Er… Cole, I brought a friend who’s interested. She’s a skilled dancer and can earn you substantial money,” Ana interrupted. Cole’s gaze lingered on me, and I silently prayed for the ground to swallow me. I had no idea where to direct my eyes. Cole smacked his lips and circled around me.

I'm already lost, I couldn't feel myself. “She's Annabelle, Annabelle Wilson. The famous model. She uploaded their couple pictures in her I*******m account, here's it is," she rushed off her words as she showed me the photos on her phone screen. I gulped down as I tightened the grip on my dress, staring at the photos that broke my heart into pieces. I didn't know when tears started dripping down my cheeks.

Said Anna, she acted to cry and repeated, "Cole Adams is the father of my child." Pointing a finger at Cole, Anna's father said, "Cole, you have to marry my daughter!" "Wait!" They all turned to to the laboratory staff who were reading the results. The same representative frowned, and he asked, "Who is Cole Adams?" The onlookers fell bemused at the question. How in the world did the medical staff not know who or what Cole Adam's involvement in on this? For a second, everything turned silent. Anna pointed at Cole and said, "Him, the father of my child?"

He started rummaging around the manilla folders before sliding one across the table. I opened the folder and was surprised to see a few pictures of a beautiful woman with long chestnut hair and big round dark brown eyes. Her cheeks were pink and her full lips were plumped red, she had an elongated nose that shadowed her beauty mark above her lip. On the other side looked like information about her, 5'3, Annabella Martin, loves dogs, favorite color: is pink. "What is this?" I asked laying down the folder and resting my hand on my chin. "That is my daughter, Annabella Martin, much like you I had to put her and her mother in hiding for a while, but I couldn't bring myself to live without them."

I've spent seven years in the emergency bay pulling wolves back from the edge, keeping my hands steady while everything around me falls apart. But standing there, in that room full of people who were celebrating what had just been done to me? I had never felt so completely alone. On the stage, Cole stood with Vivienne Holt's hand in his. She was perfect in midnight blue, the Lycan Chairman's daughter, grey-eyed and composed, already positioned for the cameras like she had practiced this moment because she had. At thirty, Cole was broad-shouldered and easy-smiled and so comfortable in that charcoal suit that it looked like he'd been born in it.

So I’m going to be keeping a close eye on this guy. I go inside and see Nixon and several Devils roaming around. I see Stone, the Devils enforcer at the wall of the rink with his arms crossed. I see he is talking to Anna. What is she doing here? I walk over to the and nod at Stone before greeting Anna. “ Hey Anna. I didn’t expect to see you here.” I said. “ I’m always here for shoot day.” Anna said. I tilt my head questioning her. “ Viper, I’m Sabine’s costume designer. I’m here in case there are any adjustments or alterations that need to be made.” Anna said.

she stated earning a roaring laughter from Roman. “fine, you win be ready in 15” Camila jumbled off the couch with a huge smile on her face and headed for the stairs. She picked out a long black gown that didn’t hug her figure so that her stomach won’t show that much. She paired it with a pair of black flats and a silver purse. She didn’t do any makeup, just curled her hair and was rushing down the stairs. Roman was already ready there, waiting. He was dressed in a black suit and was looking down at his watch.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."