Novel & Cerita Annabelle Gesson Fanfic

I swear, Annabelle, I’m not your enemy. Annabelle sat back, staring at the words. The air in the room felt heavy, pressing down on her chest. She had spent sleepless nights hating him, replaying his confession until it burned in her memory. And now, he wanted to meet. She closed the laptop, her pulse hammering. Could this be real? Could he truly be turning against his mother? Or was this just another trap—Victoria’s final move? A soft knock startled her. She grabbed a small kitchen knife from the nightstand and crept toward the door.

To me, it was Arianna. I often fantasized about Arianna as I fucked her sister. When I looked down at her face, it was Arianna I saw, and it was perfect. When I woke up in the morning beside her, I’d tell myself that I’d tell her the truth. But the thin line between right and wrong vanished as I found myself giving in day after day. When it was time for us to return, I spoke to Alana again. “We should stop this. I can’t do this to her.”