Annabelle Hooper Book Series Novels & Stories

“You know how much she cares about you.” “I know.” Annabelle’s voice softened, her smile fading. Annabelle had met Susan when she was twelve. Susan had a doe-eyed kindness, the kind that made Annabelle feel safe. Susan’s love for books matched Annabelle’s, and they bonded over them instantly. Susan made Annabelle feel seen in a way no one else ever had. Whenever work wasn’t keeping Susan too busy, they would spend hours reading and talking.

She saw when the three of them get into their cars, and she followed behind. 'Where can I find Annabelle now, where should I go from here?' she thought, and somehow she found herself taking the same route as frank. Kaka quietly strode towards a room she heard muffles coming from. She pushed further, and stride into the room. "Annabelle." She called out, and quickly squat to the ground close to her. "Kaka when did you get in here?" "Let's take you to the hospital, you have lost too much blood."

Anabelle took out a paper and gave it to Opal. “In it is written where, all my family’s treasures are hidden” Anabelle said. She was ready to give anything just to be the Luna. On her way back, Anabelle began to plan a way to get the Alpha, all to herself. Just as she got home into that evening, right at the door of the house, there was a shadow behind her but she didn’t see it. That shadow had followed her from the beginning of her journey to the witch’s house and back to the pack.

“You’ve been waiting for this for a long time, haven’t you?” The smile on her face slowly changed. It became colder. “You have no idea,” she whispered. For a moment, the playful excitement faded and something uglier surfaced beneath it. “Do you know what it feels like watching someone steal everything from you?” she asked bitterly. “Watching everyone choose her over and over again like you were never enough to begin with?” Damien’s expression softened slightly. “Annabelle—” “She acts so innocent,” Annabelle cut in with a scoff. “That’s what irritates me the most. Everyone looks at her like she’s some poor fragile victim when she’s obviously hiding something disgusting.”

Experience told her this girl had secrets. Mervon could hardly believe her luck. Annabelle proved a wonderful source of local knowledge and an even better landlady; she had been given the spare room in her small ranch-style home. It was a large, sunlit room painted in pale yellow with matching bedding. As they got to know each other, Annabelle shared that the room had belonged to her only child, a daughter, Rosemary, who had sadly passed away from cancer at the age of nineteen. ‘It was more than twenty years ago, Mervon and I made my peace with God a long time ago.’

“But it cost everything.” He nodded, eyes glistening. “It’s over now.” She turned her gaze toward the crowd, her expression distant. “No,” she murmured. “It’s only just beginning.” As reporters shouted her name, Annabelle looked up at the gray sky. The truth had freed her father — but the war against Victoria wasn’t over. Somewhere out there, the woman who had built this web of lies was watching, waiting for her chance to strike back. And Annabelle would be ready.

Her scent and movements told him that her anxiety was getting worse. Haden felt himself reacting to it. His own instincts made him want to throttle the boy for the mess he now put his mother through for him. This wasn’t something you put a parent through, and Haden should know. He’d lost count of the number of times Annabelle disappeared on him. She’d throw a tantrum over one thing or another. Not get her way and then run away to do whatever it was she shouldn’t. Nine times out of ten, she would return, regretting those actions. So far, she’d been lucky and not hurt or imprisoned. That was something Haden couldn’t see happening to her, thank heaven.

she added pointing at me accusingly. " absolutely not possible. please try and understand. I haven't even told Dante that I have an identical twin "I said trying to reason with her. " this is how it has always been. you always get the good things, I am hidden from the world while the whole world knows you 'Annabelle Spencer' . they know the both of us as you. "she accused raising her voice.

The battering and torturing continue for several days until one day, she thought the heavens answered her prayers, she heard police sirens coming near to her direction. Her abductor laughed like crazy. “you really think you can get away with me? Well sweetheart you’re wrong!” Arianne’s eyes went wide when her abductor take out a gun and pointed it to her. She scream no until she felt the pain that searing inside her body and heard even more gunshots before her body surrenders and everything goes black.

Anna healed her without the help of any herbs or concoctions. She survived and she was grateful. She owes it to this woman. Even without much memory nevertheless, she knew when to take revenge against her enemies so well that she never failed. Lord Colton will pay. Yet, her burning passion for revenge against the human who killed her only sister and disrobe her in a full assembly, cannot be forgotten as this became one of the main causes for her revenge. She owes her life to this Healer. But she still needs to trust them. Suddenly, Harry darted to the front and shouted. "Something is coming, Run!"