Annabelle Gesson Fanfic Novels & Stories

I'm already lost, I couldn't feel myself. “She's Annabelle, Annabelle Wilson. The famous model. She uploaded their couple pictures in her I*******m account, here's it is," she rushed off her words as she showed me the photos on her phone screen. I gulped down as I tightened the grip on my dress, staring at the photos that broke my heart into pieces. I didn't know when tears started dripping down my cheeks.

"Tell me, Grey, have we met before? You look familiar." "I don't think so, sir. I would remember meeting you." "Hmm. Perhaps I'm mistaken." But Russio didn't look convinced. His eyes lingered on Gre, studying him. "Grey's been so good to me," Annabelle continued, oblivious to the tension. "He's always there when I need him. Takes me to nice places. Treats me like I matter." "You do matter," Grey said, squeezing her hand. "Very much." The way he said it. The way he looked at her. It was perfect. Too perfect.

"You don't have to worry. I did not want to disturb you on that. I don't always have to depend on you for everything. Besides, I have savings." "You are saving that up for your salon, Joyce. Well, I will return the money to you and Sshh.... No argument," he commanded and she could only smile and said nothing,but leaned in towards him for a kiss. ________ Annabelle sneaked into Vivian's house at almost eleven pm. She did not want her to see her that night. She was too tired for a tete a tete with her and hoped she was asleep. She had trekked to down to the house which was miles apart from where she met Joyce.

Her lips slightly parted, she watched Lucas casually leaving her with the sweet tingling sensation in her belly. Annabelle gestured for her to get up and lead the way towards the hall. Jessica’s cheeks felt warmer than what they should. She felt both embarrassed at her reaction, and taken aback by the supple touch of Lucas’ lips on hers. ****** “Hum…” Annabelle rubbed her index and thumb on her chin, eye studying Jessica who stood clueless while the employee of the shop was taking her measurements. “We’ll need few summer dresses, shorts and button shirts” Anna addressed the employee before bringing her attention back to Jessica

I replied, finished, eyes still closed. She chuckled slowly and pressed her lips to my temple. I opened my eyes, looked up at her, and what I saw there wasn't lust. It was something far more dangerous. Far more binding. Then, slowly, she went lower. And I knew what was coming. Annabelle never rushed. She liked to study reactions. As if giving head was her science, and I was the experiment. Her mouth found me, and all I could mutter was, “Fuck…” She was too good. Controlled. Deep. Like she’d trained for it. The slurping, the rhythm, the deep throating I hadn't received before from any woman, the way she used her hands… God help me.

I could barely believe my eyes. She was completely unclothed. My breath caught violently in my throat. It was Annabelle, my eyes were not playing tricks on me. The brunette from the training grounds. For a second, I genuinely thought I was imagining things. Water slid slowly down her skin as she walked confidently across the room like she belonged there. Like she had done this a hundred times before. Maybe she had. My stomach twisted painfully. Annabelle noticed me almost immediately, and walked to Raphael instead, planting a kiss on his lips like she was showing him off. I was still in shock when she slid down his legs, putting his length in her mouth.

He squinted his eyes and realized it was not just someone. " What are...you doing here?" He stuttered, as he tried to get up from the grand bed... " Don't bother my darling, I am just here for you," Anabelle shut the door and whispered, blowing him a kiss seductively with a wink. She sauntered closer to him, discarding her dress piece one by one slowly........ She got close to him and started stroking his body with her bare hands. ..... " C'mon Alpha, I know you still want me," she bit her lower lip and leaned closer to lick Zayn's ear.

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.

Her dark blue eyes sparkled with sapphires, and a small mole on her cheek made the guest look very flirtatious. William frowned, trying to understand why the blue-eyed girl seemed familiar to him. Tristan's exclamation returned everything to its place: - Annabelle! Long time no see! The joy in the lord's voice was genuine. And the name reminded William of his personal assistant and faithful friend Telvisina. Anabelle was converted a couple of years before Tristan, finding him studying with his Mistress. In the past, the girl was the daughter of a wealthy duke who served the Telvisina clan. Anabelle almost died while hunting - she was thrown off a cliff by a horse. The inconsolable father beg

But she would despise the Royal house even further if the mirror's words were true. If they had made her suffer, wiping out her home and those who loved her. Annabelle stare at the door to her room as it swings wide open. " Good afternoon" Annabelle flies off her bed smiling at the girl in front of her. The girl rubs her right hand, blinking rapidly. " Am Janelle" she says bowing.She prims her strawberry blonde hair. She had an unusual eyes one which defined fear. Annabelle bows with grace. She hoped Janelle could be her friend, she really needed one, especially since Griselda left.