Annabelle Books Novels & Stories

Annabelle. Fire. It runs through my veins like molten lava, waking my every sense. Desire pools in my core with a hot nurning need for them, and I fight back relentlessly. My resistance is unrelenting as I twist and turn for minutes, maybe hours. I can't tell. It doesn't do anything but make it worse the longer i resist. My nails dig into my mattress as I pant and draw in deep breaths that come out as staggered moans, and I struggle to control Ania.

Episode 58 ANNABELLA'S POV "Hmm interesting" she curls her lips up into a smile. "So you want me to believe you want to destroy you best friends trust over some stupid book?" How I'm I sure this piece of book is not a fake? I rolled my eyes and crossed my hand it's not just any piece of book. You are one of the dead warriors right? You have the abilities to read minds and see into the past, I need you to help me get my memories back in exchange for the other half of the ancient spelt books she started at me likes as though trying to study me.

"Well, I guess it's back to the research. I need to find that spell." I say going to collect a lot of books that were put away and I brought them back to the dining room table. I sat down to start doing research and pretty soon Ruby and Cole started helping while my other brothers and sisters were just going about their usual day. And Aria and Edward finally bought the kids back downstairs, now that we knew the Orge's were far enough away. Annabelle definitely looked different to all the other people that we had met here. And she was constantly going outside to check on the dragons that she bought with her. The main one being Angel. Her protector. The one that granted me entry to her Kingdom

Annabelle pov When I was five years old . My mother would always tell me that when I find my mate at the age of 16 . I will be complete and happy. She would later describe the details of a happy wedding day while getting married to your fated mate ! your one true love... She was wrong! She was definitely wrong . Today I'm getting married to a stranger to some one who might get me out of the problems my father created . My husband to be is not really a stranger but considering the circumstances surrounding the situation I would call him a stranger .

If I’d been born a boy, he wouldn’t have spared me a second glance. Sometimes, I wished I had been. I sat in silence, staring down at the table as the dinner plates were being arranged. The smell of roasted duck and truffle oil wafted around me, but I couldn’t find it in myself to lift a single finger. Someone placed a white plate in front of me. I blinked and looked up. Annabelle. Annabelle was Richard’s second wife. The woman who vanished a year ago. She wore an elegant white dress, her hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail. And her smile seemed too perfect.

EZRA I hated this. I hated having to be reminded of my past and the feeling that comes with the remembrance of it and that’s all Annabelle had done since she woke up: remind me of Melucia. It was strange because the two women were the direct opposite of each other. Where Melucia had dark hair and dark eyes, Annabelle was sandy blonde with forest green eyes. Melucia had been at least six feet and she had an air of authority around her that even her captivity had not been able to squash. Annabelle was five-six and she carried herself well and walked like she own the fucking world. She was all roses and fucking sunshine.

Just like this fragile little dream I had let myself believe in. My phone rang again. Thaddeus. I sighed and picked up. “What do you want?” I snapped. His voice was smooth, amused. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Anabelle.” “I already told you, I don’t have any more information.” Thaddeus chuckled. “I might just tell Bruno about your secret little hotel date with Gerrard.” My stomach dropped. I sat up fast. No. No, no, no. “What?” My voice was barely above a whisper.

So quickly, she got a red vision, leading her through the entrance of the palace, and showing her the little boy seated alone inside a room. "Her powers definitely feels better." Annabelle muttered to herself gleefully, loving how Isla's magic felt within. Closing her eyes and imagining the room where Logan had been sat, she muttered some spells and disappeared with a puff of smoke at her wake. Opening her eyes, she found herself in front of a door and undoubtedly, she knew the little boy was in there. Now, all she had to do was just get him to touch her, and that was it. Turning the knob of the door open, she walked in, smiling to herself when she saw the little boy seated on the floor and

Experience told her this girl had secrets. Mervon could hardly believe her luck. Annabelle proved a wonderful source of local knowledge and an even better landlady; she had been given the spare room in her small ranch-style home. It was a large, sunlit room painted in pale yellow with matching bedding. As they got to know each other, Annabelle shared that the room had belonged to her only child, a daughter, Rosemary, who had sadly passed away from cancer at the age of nineteen. ‘It was more than twenty years ago, Mervon and I made my peace with God a long time ago.’

“ Why? Didn’t we say that there are no secrets between us? “ He sighed and put his hands on my cheeks. “ Look, I know what I said but we are going to talk about things I know you can’t fathom to listen to. Anabelle is a mafia enforcer although she is a freelancer and can work for anyone. “ I was shocked by what he was telling me. Maybe that was why she had specifically said that she never wanted anyone in her basement. It all made sense but I was still surprised because she looked so innocent. I thought she was incapable of hurting a fly. Knowing that Nik was right, I placed a kiss on his cheek and left him. I left to go to Lily’s room because there were a few things that we needed to talk a