Novel & Cerita Annabeth Chase Fan Art

Annabeth Andrews was talking to the class, her eyes were on mine, while her lips were slightly up at the corners, revealing a dazzling smile. So she knew I was standing here? Her hair was dyed black and its volume amazed me. It fell a little under her shoulders, curled at the edges. Big golden earrings in the shape of a triangle and circle were in her ears. A long, multicolor flower dress was complimenting her tall, skinny figure, and comfortable, bright red flats were making her mobile. Her lively eyes were exactly like mine, or mine were like hers. I swallowed, a futile try to remove the dryness from my throat.

~THE LYCAN ENFORCER ~ ~Annabeth's POV~ "If this art isn't finished by dawn, my Uncle will have both our heads." Tommy’s voice was shaking so hard the paintbrushes in his hand rattled like dry bones. I sat up on my thin mattress, looking hard at the blank canvas in front of us. "A Lycan Enforcer doesn't care about art, Tommy," I said, trying to steady my own breathing. "He cares about power and control."

Annabeth had seen all the topics below… Hence, she tapped on the first one… Inside were all pictures taken by fans of her and Josh walking out from HC Magazine. In the pictures, Josh looked clean, handsome, and gentle. He was practically everyone’s dream. Meanwhile, although her facial features still looked alright next to him, she looked very ordinary compared to him… Josh was like a different species of high-level humans, while other women like her were low-level humans… Annabeth helplessly shook her head. After that, she kept scrolling down to look at the comments.

Yours sincerely Annabeth

Sometimes they liked me more than my younger friend. My research had yielded some information, but not as much as I would have liked. I wanted to know everything I could about her. Her name was Annalyse Astrid Mitchell. She was a Senior in high school and just a month shy of her eighteenth birthday. Her mom was Carolina and was mated to her second chance mate, Merrick after the death of Annalyse’s father. I could find very little about him, almost like someone had something to hide and just made it all disappear. No matter, I have excellent resources and an iron will. The following day, I went to the clearing early. I decided to sit on the rock and wait for her.

To say that the drawing looked so realistic, that one could say it could come alive was an understatement much to his surprise as he continued to look at it unable to mask his surprise. “This... this is good” Skye finally spoke his thoughts out aloud, he remained transfixed by the images. Anberine huffed as she frowned at him with her arms folded, clearly not amused by his antics. “Yeah, good! Now can you give it back to me please” Anberine snapped as she gestured for him to give it back using her right hand.

A mocking laugh slipped past her lips. “Well, well. Fresh bandage, huh?” Annabelle drawled, cocking an eyebrow. “Let me guess… Britney patched you up? No, wait—she wouldn’t waste her pretty little nails on you. Must’ve been some poor servant, right?” Abigail’s face flushed crimson. Annabelle deliberately lifted her own hand higher, flaunting the neat bandage. The initials “RB” were scribbled playfully across it in black ink. “See this?” she said, her smirk widening. “Richard himself did mine. Even left his autograph on it.”

Episode 58 ANNABELLA'S POV "Hmm interesting" she curls her lips up into a smile. "So you want me to believe you want to destroy you best friends trust over some stupid book?" How I'm I sure this piece of book is not a fake? I rolled my eyes and crossed my hand it's not just any piece of book. You are one of the dead warriors right? You have the abilities to read minds and see into the past, I need you to help me get my memories back in exchange for the other half of the ancient spelt books she started at me likes as though trying to study me.

" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I paint the pale blue eyes staring at me. His tanned skin looks almost like I could reach in and feel it. The image in my mind comes alive in the painting. My painting. "Bastian." I whisper as I add tiny dances of light to his face. "Oh, that's lovely." I whip around and my mom is standing. I huff out a breath. "You scared me." She giggles