Annalise Basso Novels & Stories

Where is she? Where is my Annalissa?

“Camellia?” I leap to my feet and spin around at the sound of what I know now is my real name. A young woman is standing there with a shocked look on her face. She’s short, with caramel skin and dark hair like Nero. The color of her eyes tells me she must be the little sister he spoke about. “Oh, my Goddess! It really is you!” she says and rushes toward me, wrapping me in an embrace while I stand there, incredulous. I’m about to step back and out of her embrace when her scent hits me—Vanilla with lavender undertones.

Her face was red and it was obvious she was embarrassed. “this is payback” he whispered much to Camila’s annoyance. She huffed and he chuckled to himself. The elevator dinged and the door opened. Camila stalked out but Roman didn’t tell her that she had hickeys all over her neck. He wanted her to find out herself. They met Cory, Roman’s assistant in the lobby. He was standing awkwardly, shifting from one feet to another. He smiled when he saw them, pushing up his glasses on his face.

“I need to know right now where the Nemesis base of operations is.” “Why would you need to know that?” The ex leader blustered, before realising. “You can’t be thinking of going there? They’ll destroy you.” He knew it was a mistake to say that as soon as it came out of his mouth. Isabelle turned round, the fury showing in here eyes. “I think that you underestimate me!” She almost screamed at the now powerless Brethren Member who had dared to question her. “I think it would be in your best interest to be careful not to do it again.” She managed the last part in a much more controlled voice.

She had grabbed his cap from his head and he was wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her into the air as she giggled. I sighed and sat next to Allison. “Do you ever miss him?” She shrugged, “It was hard at the start, but not anymore. I have my own mate now... and sex with Milly is far better than it ever was with Mateo...” I snorted, “Then it worked out well for everyone. Annelise seems smitten enough with him.” Allison grinned as Mateo grabbed Annelise’s face and pushed his lips against hers. “They can’t keep their hands off each other.”

] He hung up the phone. Analina got off the phone with her father and stepped outside of the library door and spoke to Enzo. “We need to head over to the company, get Bruno to accompany us and make sure that he has someone to cover for him.” “Ok, tulip.” She left him and went to her wing to start getting ready. She changed into a long Lavender gown with thin straps and a slit down the left side of her leg. The dress flowed nicely over her curves leaving nothing for the imagination, the neckline was low enough where it showed the bustline perfectly. She then took down her hair curling it and pulling it back with a lavender barrette, after touching up her make-up she left the wing and met up w

“You sure you’re not just enjoying this a little too much? You called me here for a meeting after all.” Annalise tilted her head, purring against him with the grace of a cat. “Let’s just say I’m committed to my role, what better ways to get the true story out of someone than when they are in the throes of pleasure…?” She pushed lightly against his chest, pushing him into the bed and then leaning above him. “Lie back. Let’s make it look… businesslike. I am the boss here after all.” He complied, settling against the pillows. She climbed over him, straddling his waist, one knee to each side. The silk robe slipped another inch, exposing lacy black panties beneath.

Or did she just really want him so badly? That night, Gabe Clyborne owned Annalise Leonila or should we say…Larisa Valestine. She made another mistake.

I jump a little when I feel Colby’s hand on my upper arm as she says, “Ann, what’s wrong?” “My name isn't Ann. It's Annalise. I was the Luna to the Lupin Nightstalker pack until the Alpha found his true mates, but he couldn’t seem to let me go. He made me his slave so that I couldn’t leave.”

That was what Clifford had been worrying about lately. Before speaking again, Aria naturally chose her words carefully. "Mr. Johansen, I met Annalise and suddenly thought about what she was like overseas. I feel that if Clary is going to introduce designers to you, she may also introduce another designer named Gina Moretti. Her design philosophy fits Caledonia very well." Clifford looked surprised. "You mean the Gina Moretti who collaborated with Rovania in the international fashion world?" "Yes. From what I know, Annalise has a bad reputation. I only heard this from a friend, so I don't know the details. She and Gina are sworn rivals.