Annabelle Gesson Fanfic Novels & Stories

She pondered over the rumors she had heard about him, questioning why his charms seemed to affect her despite her better judgment. Frustration and anger swelled within her as she recollected his inappropriate conduct. "Idiot," she muttered quietly, her mind in turmoil. Lost in her contemplation, Annette was taken aback when Cassie, holding her teddy bear tightly, suddenly stood before her. "Anne?" Cassie's suspicious gaze locked with Annette's. Annette recovered from her initial surprise and warmly embraced her sister. She inquired about Cassie's day at school and their latest lessons.

I wonder what the Luna must be playing at. Or perhaps, I was part of that unfortunate set of shifters whose mates had been marked or those whose mates had died a long time ago. I slightly turn when I hear movements behind me, It was my sister, Annabelle. ‘Are you leaving already?’ the bed dipped where she sat. She was under the illusion that I’d been dating, whereas I took the time to unwind. She stood before me, six feet plus of ripped and gorgeous woman… or more accurately, beauty goddess. Her dark curls were a little tousled but the dishevelled look only made her sexier.

Stated Maxwell tearfully while hugging Gordon “I've missed you too father.” Gordon replied coldly but he did hug his father back. “Father, I would like you to meet Annabelle, she is King Albert’s sister and will be staying with us for some days.” Gordon informed his father without even glancing at Annabelle. Anna was a nice looking girl, 5ft41 tall. Small round dark brown coloured eyes adorn with fake eye lashes, curly golden brown hair, squared face with high cheekbones, thin lips and tan coloured skin.

She finished. “Cliff will kill him,” Davis answered. “Oh, you’d rather he kill us?” Annabelle responded. “Belle, take a lap!” Rocco suggested. “But I don’t-!” “TAKE A LAP!!” the entire group chimed, and she groaned. Annabelle grumbled as she walked resistantly towards the exit. “This is so unfair!!” she muttered loudly. “We can hear you!” Rocco responded, his back to her. “I know!! I want you to!” she clicked her tongue loudly, then unzipped her worn-out purple jacket and stepped out into the night to partake in her run around the house.

"I'm with my boss now, we will talk later okay? I promise." "Okay then. Make sure you don't forget anything. You can jot them down so you don't forget any scene because I want to hear it all!. Just be safe. Talk to you later then." The call ended as Annabel walked back to her seat as she joined the rest. She sat and admired Mr. Gorgeous. He was so damn cute that she imagined how big his schlong could be. She imagined the special feelings she would get once his schlong gets inside of her.

Anger. Without waiting for a response, Annabelle walked out of the dining room, her heels clicking softly against the floor. As she went down the hallway and towards the stairs, she felt satisfaction fill her. Rachel had tried to play her games, but she had underestimated the wrong Robinson. She would be gone by the time Annabelle returned from her trip to Sea’s Edge. And once that was taken care of, Annabelle could turn her attention to the bigger questions—whether she was going to hand over Lila’s location to her father and Andre Winters on a silver platter.

“I’m just trying to keep my options open. And Jesse knows that I’m going to be leaving.” “Yeah, but what he doesn’t seem to realize is that you’re just using him,” Annabelle said. “You need a distraction so that you can forget about how boring Aberdeen is compared to your glitzy life back in Paris with all of your dancer friends. You got used to spending every waking moment dancing or training or whatever, and now you need something to fill the time. And you’ve chosen to use Jesse for that.” I stared at her. “You don’t know that,” I said, even though there was definitely something about her words that rang true. Not that I was using Jesse. Of course not. I liked the guy. Annabelle didn’t kno

Anabelle knew that she would not be able to hide the damage that he had caused to her neck but she did not have it in her to stop him because as much as she hated the results, she loved the process. Her hands went under his shirt and explored every single fibre of muscle that covered his stomach and her hands went down to his covered crotch. Jaxon let out a groan when he felt Anabelle's hand on his excited but clothed penis. His mouth claimed hers immediately and she moaned into the kiss and bucked her hips against Jaxon's. Anabelle's hand made teasing movements around Jaxon's clothed penis which sent him wild and one of his hands left her waist and grabbed onto the hand that was teasing him

She couldn't help herself, she felt a frisson of excitement and arousal when Annabelle held her, but she'd convinced herself that she was still in control of her own actions, and wouldn't do anything that she shouldn't. Annabelle was by now completely besotted by her mother, she wanted her so badly, and she made up her mind to make it happen. She started to touch and kiss her mother at every opportunity. She fondled her thighs and suspender straps, squeezed her breasts, pressed her against the kitchen sink and the freezer cabinet door. On one occasion, she even bent her over the kitchen table and tried to kiss her on the lips. Fiona drew the line at that and pushed her away, but she started

Annabelle's pov After thinking about everything that went down on my supposed to be wedding day with my supposed to be husband and a supposed to best friend, I got weak, weak in my knees, I just wanted to leave this place, disappear, makeover, rise above it all and be a new version of me. A version that they can't even reach, a type that Daniel will be willing to do anything to get her slightest attention.