Annabelle Hooper Book Series Novels & Stories

Others look straight at Caleb, and he swears he could feel the heat of their hatred searing his skin. The ointment finally arrives not long after Caleb leaves, and the doctor helps me apply it. I’m gathering my things to return to my room, when an uninvited guest steps into my medical observation room. Annabelle casts an unimpressed glance around the room, before looking at the guard in the corner who had been assigned to my protection. “If you could give Harper and I a minute alone,” Annabelle says sweetly. “I need to speak with her about a private matter.”

I realized, belatedly, that I fuc8ked up the epilogue of book two. Brand and Honey were first, not Daniel and Natalia. So I might have to fix it later, but for now, I have an alternate ending for Brandt and Honey's scene. It's super hot. Enjoy. Brandt

Getting close to your target is always the difficult part. “Are you looking for someone?” A voice shook her out of her reverie. Her eyes smoothly glide to her right, where she finds a chic blonde looking at her. Anna scans the woman—short, petite, youthful face—and finds the pile of books on her arms. Almost all are about laws. An obvious law student. Someone that belongs here. Yet, her voice was cheerful and innocent, her stare pure and kind. “Yes, actually. Do you know Yezekael Ferrer?” She straightforwardly asks, catching the woman off-guard. Anna doesn’t miss the tinge of pink creeping up the girl’s cheeks from her neck.

ANNABELLA { The Billionaire's Maid... } CHAPTER 31-32 ≺𝕀ℕ𝔹𝔼𝕋𝕎𝔼𝔼ℕ;𝔻𝕀𝕊 𝕆ℝ 𝔻𝔸𝕋??≻

Annabelle. Fire. It runs through my veins like molten lava, waking my every sense. Desire pools in my core with a hot nurning need for them, and I fight back relentlessly. My resistance is unrelenting as I twist and turn for minutes, maybe hours. I can't tell. It doesn't do anything but make it worse the longer i resist. My nails dig into my mattress as I pant and draw in deep breaths that come out as staggered moans, and I struggle to control Ania.

And still, each silently promised, Analina’s story was not finished—not while their hearts kept searching the horizon for the girl with sunlight in her hair. The Day the World Changed In the swirling confusion of that sunlit afternoon, as the laughter of her friends faded into frantic shouts, Analina felt the world shift under her feet. The familiar warmth of the playground—the tang of licorice in the air, the dust swirling at her ankles, the chorus of voices that had always felt like home—was suddenly eclipsed by the looming shadows of strangers. Fear surged up, cold and sharp, but she stood rooted, refusing to let it show. She would not give them the satisfaction of her tears. Her heart ha