Annabelle Books Novels & Stories

Annabel showed up out of nowhere, plopping a stack of books onto the table. “Need help? I know a lot about books so ask me anything,” she asked, pulling out a chair. “With history?” I raised an eyebrow. “I thought you hated this class. You have always slept through the class or played games.” “I do,” she admitted. “But you don’t. So maybe I can distract you less if I actually help.” She wasn’t of much help, truthfully. Most of her suggestions were wild theories that had nothing to do with the assignment. But the effort she put into it warmed something in me I didn’t realize had been cold for a long time.

The doubt had taken root. "I don't understand," Everett said, sinking into a nearby chair. His fingers trembled slightly as he pressed them against his temples. "Why would he create so many children only to abandon them?" "Because we weren't children to him," Annabella explained softly. "We were assets. Positioned like pieces on a chessboard for his ultimate goal."

The same green liquid bubbled and smelled, but she cared not. " I see you found out the truth, your aura of goodness has left you" the seer says smiling. Annabelle stares at the woman. She looked disgusting. Her teeth had gotten more rotten than it was the last time she came. "Here is your book of spells, I was instructed to give this to you" the seer picks up a lengthy book of leather covering stretching it over to Annabelle. Annabelle stares at the book for some moments. A gift from someone. Well whoever it was, she cared not.

she said and he nodded and left. She took out her handglove and wore it and started inspecting some stuff, the table was overturned, it didn't hide the fact that there were three glasses of tea which are on the floor now. She touched the furniture, it's not dusty, it means this commotion just happened. She saw the bookshelf and walked towards it. She started checking the books when she saw another opened book that had blood in it. She picked it up and touched the blood, it was blood. She looked at the shelf and saw a bloody finger print. Some books were scattered on the floor. She looked around trying to visualize what happened. Annabelle came in here, someone followed behind her, she starte

I drift into a state of calm, my mind momentarily detached from the worries of the world. In that serene moment, as the sun bathes the room in a warm glow, I realize the profound effect that books and compassionate care can have on our lives. In the company of Annabelle , I feel not only understood but also nurtured. And as she tends to my strained legs and I suddenly felt a bit bad for trying to work my dirty plans on this sweet soul. “Sorry to ask you this but I need to know before giving you pain killer drugs , are you pregnant?” She asked me curiously , her eyes. Twinkling with anticipation and I bite my lips before gently nodding my head.

Getting close to your target is always the difficult part. “Are you looking for someone?” A voice shook her out of her reverie. Her eyes smoothly glide to her right, where she finds a chic blonde looking at her. Anna scans the woman—short, petite, youthful face—and finds the pile of books on her arms. Almost all are about laws. An obvious law student. Someone that belongs here. Yet, her voice was cheerful and innocent, her stare pure and kind. “Yes, actually. Do you know Yezekael Ferrer?” She straightforwardly asks, catching the woman off-guard. Anna doesn’t miss the tinge of pink creeping up the girl’s cheeks from her neck.

The bubbly, bright girl vanished overnight, replaced by someone quiet, guarded, and painfully aware. Lily and Abigail wasted no time making her life a nightmare. Abigail, a spoiled little witch, wanted everything Annabelle had—her clothes, her books, her life. And with Lily pulling the strings, she usually got it. Samuel, ever the clueless puppet, never noticed—or worse, chose not to. Anytime Annabelle tried to defend herself, Lily would twist the story so well she almost believed it herself. In the end, Annabelle always ended up looking like the problem.

ANNABELLA { The Billionaire's Maid... } CHAPTER 31-32 ≺𝕀ℕ𝔹𝔼𝕋𝕎𝔼𝔼ℕ;𝔻𝕀𝕊 𝕆ℝ 𝔻𝔸𝕋??≻

He breathed out hastily, “But your last drug-induced high, left you insisting that you were an angel-” “I AM NOT ON DRUGS!” I yelled, frustrated at his insistence and seconds later, the sound of applause echoed in the hall reminding me of where we were. I cleared my throat then tried again. “I am not on drugs, My name is Annabelle, I do not have a family name, so I cannot offer you any other name besides Annabelle. I was a lawyer…somewhere else. In another world.” “Okay, My lady. I am sir Vincent Maccabe, your kni-,”

and crossed both my arms over my chest and looked at them. “Ok, I will give it to you,” Archana said to me, and fifteen minutes later they handed over the gift to me. I opened the gift and it was actually two books from two of my favorite author, I opened one of the books and smelled it, I loved the smell of new books. And I saw a small note written on a small card, “Happy Birthday Darling!!! Love from your Handsome.” I blushed and glanced around, all four were looking at me and they all had a teasing expression on their faces, I lowered my gaze and blushed even deeper.