Annabeth Fanfiction Novels & Stories

FLOATING on the shallow part of the water in a supine position, Annabelle fixated her eyes directly up at the night sky. After Jenny and her eventually got out from the place, they paced. The woman remembered her friend's word. "I can't believe he did that!" Jenny growled out. "That song was supposed to be special. I've always believed he still had those feelings for you. But after what he did tonight? Argh! He's gonna get it!” She seethed with anger.

He darted his gaze to mine before he looked at Fafaniya again. “I can’t believe it – how?” he asked. “It is fate. Amara’s the girl from the prophecy nineteen years ago. Also, she has the Goblin’s mark.” My fingers unconsciously traveled to my nape. Right, the mark. I could still feel his fingers on my skin. He hesitated when he saw it. I didn’t know but I felt like a piece of artery from my heart was cut and stolen and it was aching every time I remembered how he tried to take away my life.

It was there, this strange thing with the eerie light in its eyes. Kill him! “No!” Annabel said. She had already killed one person. That was why she was here, why she could not go home. He is a dirty, old abuser. You saw the girl. Of course, she did. The girl seemed timid. She looked like she wanted to disappear through the sheets of her bed, like she did not want to exist. These were tell-tale signs. It was clear she was getting abused. Besides, the shadowless thing would know. He seemed like… a god.

She had no idea she had gotten through to someone. “‘Anabel, ask your father when it will be time to do the announcement”’ Anabel walked up to Sir Lucas and repeated her mother's words to him, he stared back at her and indicated 10 minutes with his hands. Anabel was happy, she was finally going to prove to everyone she was better than her sister. She knew Arielle was behind what happened to her and Edward and she was going to get her revenge on her ten times. Everyone would know she was better, Edward loved her but her sister had no one. She would throw herself at the nearest man available. She had made sure to add up the dose so the effect would be more intense on her.

Her hand flew up in a desperate attempt to wipe it away before Madam could see the evidence. Eyes sharp as an eagle’s despite her increasing age, Madam caught the movement. Her dim, grey eyes flicked from the paper that lady before her. The chair creaked ominous as the woman stood. Withered, gnarled fingers lay the quill aside. Annabelle took in a hitched breath. She knew what was coming. She did not attempt to back away as Madam made her approach. Her hostile eyes bore into her, igniting within her a flame of fear. She stood there a moment, speaking not a word.

I didn't care about anything else and rescued the woman who had stirred something inside me when I thought I was unable to feel anything anymore. I investigated how she ended up there after she escaped from me, and found out how her own father basically sold her like some puppy. In my book, that is the biggest sin someone can do and ended up killing him in cold blood. If he can sell his daughter without thinking twice, how about in the future? I saved her, but it feels like Anabeth's hatred for me just grew even more. But it's fine as long as she's safe, as long as she's around me. Someday, she will learn to depend on me. She will slowly trust me, and she will eventually give me everything.

She walked down the busy street to the nearest spa. Anna sat at the spa as she underwent a transformation process. The previous occupant had her hair dyed pink which she found odd and weird. After her makeover session, she stared at her reflection in the mirror, the corner of her mouth quivering into a devilish grin. “ANNA IS DEAD AND I WILL LIVE ON AS SONIA.” she said to herself as she had only one thought in mind ‘REVENGE.’

It was exhausting being around him, suffocating even, like being trapped in a room with a wild animal, one that could decide at any second whether to let you live or rip out your throat. I should have known better than to relax, but knowing he wasn't in the room was enough to take the edge off. Good. At least for now, I don’t have to deal with his insanity. As I started getting dressed, my mind started drifting to something—or rather, someone—I couldn't afford to ignore. Anabelle. If there was anyone I perceived more dangerous than Fernando in this house, it was her. Not because she had the same kind of brutality, not because she had to potential to kill for Fernando —but because she was a s

Annabelle's pov After thinking about everything that went down on my supposed to be wedding day with my supposed to be husband and a supposed to best friend, I got weak, weak in my knees, I just wanted to leave this place, disappear, makeover, rise above it all and be a new version of me. A version that they can't even reach, a type that Daniel will be willing to do anything to get her slightest attention.

"Creating division where there should have been unity." The footage shifted again, this time showing Annabella alone in what appeared to be her bedroom. She sat cross-legged on her bed, a small wooden box open before her. With gentle fingers, she lifted out paper cranes, Knight's paper cranes, arranging them by colour in a rainbow pattern. Her face, usually guarded, held a soft wonder as she touched each folded creation. Knight felt his brothers' eyes on him, but he couldn't look away from the screen. He'd never imagined his small gestures being treasured this way, preserved and arranged with such care.