Annabelle Dukes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Letitia asked shielding her maid from the scary man's view. "I believe he would tell you himself. We should leave now if we want to enter Kerstone early." He replied instead and turned around walking ahead. "He's the Duke of Kerstone." Constance mumbled to Letitia's hearing and Mateo stopped abruptly. He sighed before he turned around to a place faced Letitia and a red faced Constance. "My lady?" He called. Letitia gulped harshly. The Duke of Kerstone? Then she was dead! "My lady?" Mateo called shaking her a little and she gasped looking up at him.

Once more, she was simply rejected by him! “I don't care to know when or how, but I'm going to have both Levi and Lucius to myself! But first, I have to deal with Daisy and the punks that found out about my secrets!”. Annabelle declared in a dangerous tone and was ready for action, as she has already grown tired of staying still and doing nothing!. . And that's it for this chapter, pwetty readers. This story is getting more…. Anyways, pwetty readers, feel free to comment down your opinions, and don't forget to vote with plenty of gems to get this book popular.

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-,”

"Not everything, perhaps, but she sensed your father's true nature. That's why she installed the cameras." Tate's head snapped up, surprise replacing the despair in his eyes. "Annabella put in cameras? The little mouse?" His voice held disbelief, though there was something else beneath it, grudging respect he'd never shown his sister before. "She's far stronger than any of you gave her credit for," the Luna replied. "She survived years of abuse, documented everything, and even managed to form a connection with Lucious despite your efforts to prevent it." In the healing rooms, Annabella stirred slightly in her sleep, her brow furrowing as if troubled by distant dreams. Knight noticed immediat

‘She’s going to be pissed if you lock her down again, you know that, don’t you? Annabelle was an older woman who had taken the position of Cook for Maverick and his men. She was an older woman, the widow of the last number two and a motherly figure to them all. He had a French Chef for most of his catering needs, but Annabelle did the day-to-day stuff. She cooked the large breakfasts all the men loved to eat, and she baked cookies and cakes that they devoured like starving locusts. She had also taken a liking to the pretty young woman who had stolen her Maverick’s heart; she thought of him as the son she had never had. He allowed her to mother him. She was so lonely after losing her man in o

Avery asked. Annabelle got up and looked at her, she looked familiar with the red hair and the blue eyes, she shrugged. “I am a partner of Mr MacMillies” She said “A partner? Sitting on his thighs? Is this business?” Avery asked, she's holding it in her to not punch the woman's fake nose for causing her mum stress years ago. “I'm sorry little girl I'm not to answer to you” Annabelle said then turned to Eric “Little Girl?” Avery scoffed and looked at Eric who kept smiling.

She looked oddly familiar, but he couldn't place his fingers on where and how he had known her before. “Welcome to D'Ville Haute Couture Company,” He said, trying to divert his attention from the floods of thought in his head. Annabel nodded with a fake smile, trying her best to avoid his gaze. Numerous questions skimmed through her head as she sat there. What if he recognized her and then chased her away? What if he makes a mockery of her? And what about her daughter… what if he finds out about her? What was he going to do to her?

"Duke, I'm not an ambitious man. But, that's okay. I will do what you want and help her with all I have." For some reason, Armano look satisfied. "That's better." Someone knocked the door for three times and a familiar heavy voice can be heard from behind of it, "Your Excellency, Young Miss is awake." "Call the doctor, Albert. I will be on my way." Duke said after he rose from his seat. "I understand. Please excuse me." Max followed the owner of the house, "Ah, finally! I'm relieved that she is okay." Armano stopped his movement, "After this, can you tell the Lancia's knights in the South Island to come back to the Capital?"

The Duke’s empire was on the brink of destruction, and now, it seemed like Isabella was the one to bring it all crashing down. Isabella took a step back, giving the Duke a mock curtsy. “You were never meant to be the victor, you know,” she taunted. “I always knew I would win.” The Duke’s face was hard as stone, his expression unreadable, but his eyes… his eyes burned with something dark and dangerous. Victoria could see it—he wasn’t just furious; he was consumed by a need for revenge, a hunger for something far more powerful than what Isabella had taken from him.