Annabelle Comes Home Demons Novels & Stories

As soon as he was gone, the house felt heavier somehow, like the walls themselves had drawn closer. “Don’t think this conversation is over,” Marlo snarled. “Actually, it is,” I shot back, walking past him. I stormed through the front door, my blood boiling, my heart hammering against my ribs so hard I almost couldn't breathe. I barely made it halfway down the hall when another figure appeared. Anabelle. She stood there, arms crossed, a broom in one hand like some deranged version of a housewife from hell. “Well, well,” she began, a cruel smirk curling her lips. “Look who decided to come home.”

Tiofilo Reñedas, is the principal. Annabelle is not only the youngest but is also the only girl in the family. She has two older brothers but because of work, the two had to live on the other side of town. Her mother, Mrs. Cora, is a housewife who always make sure that her children are well taken care of.

She quickly walked to the door and opened it. "Well, well, well, look who we have here, the sluttish baby-making factory," Joelle said as she pushed Anabelle aside and walked in. "What the hell are you doing in my boyfriend's house?" She clenched out and Anabelle stepped back to avoid her claws. "I am here because of my son" Anabelle replied in a tired tone as she walked back towards the couch that she just got up from. She wished that she could avoid this right now because she already had a lot on her plate and was not ready for more drama.

"Look, I'm not the little girl I was as all those years ago. Listen, and listen good. I don't want you around me. No one needs you. I thought I made that clear. If you value your life, you'd stay clear of me! I don't care if you only came here to get a glass of water. You should have waited till I was out. Mr. Farintan, I'm warning you. "Annabelle says to our father in demonic anger, as he falls to the ground in pain. Referring to him by his last name in her final statement. She storms out of the kitchen and my throat dries as I stare at my bleeding father. We all hate the man, but how Annabelle has this much courage to show it, baffles me.

Michael said wanting them out of his office so he could call in a few favors, taking a mortal to the Angel realm was risky, it could lower the defenses and then that would allow the demons to go there. Annabel didn’t want to hear any more anyways, she was glad he wanted them out of the office. She didn’t say anything to Carlos, she just went to her room. She took a bath and then went to bed. She was hungry, but something about demon purgatory ate at her, and she couldn’t figure it out. She wanted to go back and see if she could fix it, but she knew it wasn’t possible. Anabel slept only for a few hours before she stood by the window until the sun came up. Today she would go to this realm with

“Listen, I don’t know what she told you but it’s all lies. That’s what she does. She’s not your friend and her…” “Does it look like I want to hear any explanation from you?” Angela half-yelled. “I don’t care what you have to say, I said leave!” She added furiously. She started to push him out, when he refused to move. She almost managed to shove him outside the door when he suddenly had an idea. “Annabelle is back!” He blurted and watched as the color drained from Angela’s face and she turned white as a ghost. “Wh—what? W—who’s back?” She asked with trembling voice.

Pretty much a fitting time though since her step-son was in the house. I was inside the gazebo, putting up plates and utensils in their correct position in the round table when the damn archangel showed up. Mind me, he didn't even greet a f*cking good morning and just went to demand an explanation and demand to answer his harebrained questions. All I did was ignore him and focused on my butler duties. Where did you take Andrea? Why did you touch her? Why didn't you return her last night? Why bring her only this morning? Is your lust too much to handle? Do you know that you are a bothersome demon?

And if I kill my kin. I remembered Argadon’s words and knew I would definitely take pleasure in killing my uncle. And that would be my first step on the path to becoming a true demon. After you took your first step, the second would be easier, Andre. And the third one, Abigail, then Ruthina. They might be the scum of the earth, and I wished them to die a slow and painful death, but I wouldn’t soil my hands with their blood.

The Brightwing family was unaware that the current timeline has already seen two anomalies, and that the past will not repeat itself. ... The fact that this demon was of the same species as speed demons yet had higher intelligence explained its existence. I had received a ton of information, none of which was going to be useful to me right now. Without giving any thought to the information I had just received, I just proceeded out of the cave and approached the dungeon. The dungeon gate was unlocked, but no monsters dared to exit. The demonic aura I had released earlier was too heavy. I strolled inside the basement, the familiar air laden with mana entering my lungs as I took a deep inhale.

He growled angrily in response, perhaps defending himself but Annabelle didn’t speak wolf, so she ignored him. She marched quickly to her car and slammed the door behind her, deciding it would be best for her to return to the beach house. She was putting the gears in reverse when Roman suddenly opened the passenger door and deposited Chucky in the seat. Apparently, Chucky the wolf with anger management issues is going back home with her. Perhaps so that he can kill her in her sleep. “Can I have your number, Annabelle?” Roman asks politely, standing next to the car, his hand holding the door open.