Annabelle Dukes Novels & Stories

"Have you secured a lawyer? Who is he?" Anabelle flinched as cameras flashed in her face. She was not used to being exposed like this. She inhaled deeply, trying to steel her nerves, then looked squarely at the lens. "Ummm… I’m sorry. I haven’t secured a lawyer yet, but I’m trying. And yes—I can fight Hazel De Valle and win." She said those words but deep inside of her, she didn't really believe them. How could she win when no lawyer was even willing to represent her?

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.

Suddenly, Annabel paused… Thuck! She knelt on the floor. “Mr. Bailey, I want to live—I don’t want to die yet. I’ve only reconciled with my parents for five years, and I’m their only daughter. I can’t die…” Anthony spun when he heard the sound of something falling, and he saw her small figure kneeling on the ground. He reached out to pull her up. “McKenzie drugged you?”

I glared at him. We sat in a tense silence for a moment, the unspoken agreement hanging heavy in the air. Annalisa might have the Dukedom, but I wouldn’t be left empty-handed. There were other battles to be fought, other games to be played, and I, Anne Wales, Duchess for one fleeting day, was far from finished.

He sensed her shock, and added “oh, don't be surprised. Isn't that the reason you killed your parents and left in the first place? That's right, I know everything. If you claim you have nothing to lose, then who's going to take care of her when you're gone? I suggest you reconsider your negotiation because I will make sure I find you and imprison you, even if it's the last thing I do. As long as you're still alive and in this country, there will be no escape for you.” Annabelle remained silent for a while, and then hung up. “Last thing you do, huh? That can be arranged” She muttered as she smashed the phone and flung it in the lake. Then, she grabbed the blonde wig, grey contacts, and thick

DUCHESS 20 Why are there so many unusual things that are happening today? Did I do something? Did I offend some kind of deity or a god to deserve all of these things that are not in my schedule or on the usual things that are happening to me? But no matter, I will handle it and internalize it all after I settle the business with the Duke of Leviathan--- Duke Ruther. As I was doing a little narrative here, inside my head, he was busy telling stories while his stomach bellowed with laughter--- his shoulders shaking at the same time. “Oh I still remember that time when you would always hide behind your mother whenever I visit. Apparently, my stature was too intimidating to you back then that yo

Tille asked. "No, Lana has no special trait. She's like any other noble child." Duke Hugin replied. "How old is Lana?" I asked curiously. "She's only six years old." The younger man cried. "Dell, calm down. Get your wits together." Duke Hugin said calmly. The younger man or Dell wiped his face and tried to calm himself down. "When did she disappear?" Wischard asked. "The day before." Duke Hugin replied grimly. "Did you send someone to search for her?" I asked worriedly.

" He does not like..." " The cameras, blablabla... Honestly Annabelle, your life is really complicated." Annabelle turned to her friend who was already heading towards the small mirror, surely to get a makeover... Kara valued her appearance especially when she had an appointment. Annabelle looked at her carefully. She was beautiful... Very beautiful... Redhead with freckles and tall, she had the body of a model. She had long legs with thin skin. She loved to wear heels even to go and throw the trash. Annabelle smirked as she looked at her friend.

Ryan was instantly silenced, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. I looked directly at Marcus, the man I had once thought I loved more than life itself. "Marcus, I came down here not because I can't bear to leave you, but because I wanted to say some things to your face. Things you need to hear." Marcus's eyes filled with desperate hope again. "I, Catherine Blackwood, am a Duke's daughter who was beloved and cherished from the moment I was born. But because I was blind and stupid enough to fall for you, you trampled my dignity into the dirt and let a servant lord over me like I was nothing."