Novelas y relatos de Annabeth Chase Fan Art

*** “I don’t want you anywhere near my family, or even in Canada!” Annabeth slowly raised her head to look at Elizabeth as soon as she heard her voice, tears slowly streaming down her face, Annabeth was putting on a loose fitting black gown that touched the ground with a scarf tightly tied around her head and a black shawl carelessly draped over her shoulders while Elizabeth was in a black floral dress which stopped just at her knee, she was putting on a conspicuous black fashionable fascinator carefully placed at the left side of her hair, her small black bag clutched tightly in her left hand.

That cruel, careless sentence: “Empires aren’t built between thighs, Annabelle.” God. I couldn’t breathe after that. I couldn’t even cry. So I did what I knew best. I painted. A girl with a bleeding heart and a dagger. Alone. Strong, but tired. Exposed, but still standing. That was me. I painted until my fingers ached and my spirit collapsed. The next thing I knew, I was waking up to… something. A presence. I opened my eyes.

The one who opened the door for him is one of the butlers in this huge mansion. Seeing inside Athena's room, he was amazed that the place was stunning with the art collection hanging in her room. All the painting is painted by the painter who is so mysterious. Known by the name of the goddess, Nike. He is one of Nike's fan art. Rumor said that she is a disabled person who worked on the painting to earn a living. Some people said that she is actually a goddess looking girl. She doesn't like to be known to the public, so she went with the pseudonym.

I turned to them and my involuntary smile turned into a sad one. “It is you… the day Annabeth gave you that thing for your hair. You were so excited you couldn’t stop smiling about it…” I said pointing to the first painting. “This was on the night… I wanted to claim you to myself, the longing in your eyes was more than any I have seen…” her eyes peeled off the painting and she glared at me. “Why did you have these done?” she asked in a broken voice. “For someone, who doesn’t care about a mere sex slave… why did you get this painting done?” she asked.

said Charles, one of the delegates that were chosen by Jaxon to look after a pack in the west that had been conquered by Blazepelt. Most of the people that were on the table were people that represented Jaxon in conquered packs and others such as the commander of the pack's warriors and the Gamma who Anabelle had never met. Surprisingly she was a woman with cut chestnut brown hair and slit eyebrows. The Gamma also had tattoos that went around her arms and to her neck. Anabelle wondered if they were like Jaxon's tattoos but somehow she knew that they looked too artistic to communicate that they were for a position. Luckily, she did not have a scar on her face but she was oddly quiet. Anabelle

“I just felt you have more of a connection with the painting than even Hakira himself. I am Max, it is lovely to meet you ladies.” “Eve,” I mumbled. “And I am Anabelle.” “Eve and Anabelle, enjoy your day!” We watched him walk away before Anabelle leaned in whisper. “What a total creep right?” I laughed and shook my head. “Let's go see the other pieces.” "Amen to that!" She said boisterously and led me by the arm.

"Would you just show us the picture?" The picture came up on the screen, blocking Abel's cocky smile and I almost threw the eggs and bacon I just managed to get down my system this morning. Morris had been right after all. He'd been right after all. I rubbed my eyes just to be sure I wasn't seeing fake. It was Adelaide... Or Annabel. Who knew? It was either one of them. If there was even a 'one of them'. The picture showed a very young version of her. Her hair was in waves and her hands grasped coffee. Her backpack was blue. It matched her eyes and her sneakers.

On the other end of the leash was a girl. 'She's so beautiful,' Jess gasped. 'Is this Annabelle Ross?' With long, raven hair, skin like ivory and deep red lips, she was the living image of Snow White. Well... if Snow White were a fishnet wearing goth with tattoos and piercings. She knelt at Damien’s feet like a dog, wearing a skirt so short every male student who walked by took a less than sneaky look. As if the situation couldn't get more weird and awkward, a guy pushed through Jess and Ricky to get a look.

Amber’s POV Ethan whistled the second he saw me walk out the gate. Annabelle also got out of the car and rushed to me. She grabbed my right hand and made me twirl while her eyes feasted on my body. “Ooh, mamacita, you look breathtakingly hot tonight!” she confessed. I stopped twirling, took a step away from her, flipped my hair, and began striking poses as though I was on the runway. “I must get this in my gallery,” Ethan said as he pulled out his phone and started taking photos of me. Annabelle also jumped in, and he took photos of us.

Zephyrus’ POV I went inside Annabeth’s house, hoping to get some lead on Lena’s whereabouts. Annabeth gestured for me to sit on a couch while she sat opposite. Under the dim light, I saw the bright, highly reflective crystal ball on the table, the size of a grapefruit. I sat down, watching her work on the crystal ball. She lighted two candles on either side of the obsidian crystal ball. With her half-closed eyes, Annabeth placed her hands on the orb, muttering some chants to create a perfect scrying spell.