Annalise Basso Novels & Stories

She grimaced before facing her secretary. "Connect the call here in my telephone," Ann ordered and Dina immediately goes out to do what she had said. "Hello?" she started after Dina gave her thumbs up in the wall glass in front of her. "Ann, are you busy?" Basil asked her. "Yeah, I'm busy making money and I lost a peso in my time because you called," she said sounded like she is talking one of her business partners. "I will pay the peso you lose once I get back my money," Basil said in the other line, "But for now I need your help first."

“I am doing well, how are you?” “Lorenzo, I am being serious. Now is not the time for your sarcasm. I needn’t mention the fuss that you are starting to cause, and trust me, brother, it is not going in our favor when it comes to this.” She said, making me roll my eyes. I leaned back in my chair, swirling the glass of amber liquid in my hand. “Then talk. As it seems that an introduction is not one that you put in.” “The woman unraveling,” Annalise continued. “You’ve pushed her too far. She’s scared, and that makes her dangerous. She’s starting to question her place in all this, question us.”

“I’m going to meet my friend,” Annalise said while eating her breakfast. Zeno’s forehead creased when he heard what she said. “Friend?” Annalise nodded her head in response and swallowed the meat before talking. “Yeah. She’s Ciara Savannah Corpuz.” Zeno froze in his seat the moment he heard that name. For how many years had passed, this was his first time hearing it again. Thoughts suddenly filled his mind that he forgot to react to his wife’s reply.

Jackson's whisper is quiet to Demitri as he nods towards Analise. "She is, I tried pushing her into Alena and Marcus it really didn't end well. I shouldn't have been refusing her for so long." Jackson nods, watching as Analise's hand runs down Anaya's body making her moan. Her head falls back, feeling her mouth kissing her breasts. Anaya tries working out who it is, only to find herself torn between Georgina and Analise.

You've been my inspiration. Through the lies you were the truth. My world is a better place because of you. – Celine Dion •• “Is this for real? You get to see this every day?” Annaliese couldn’t stop looking at the beautiful scenery that pampered her eyes from the room balcony, on the seventh floor.

I got in my car and waved goodbye to Isabella who I can now call my best friend, I can finally talk about girly shit with someone since I'm not sure Alessandro cares for what I do for my makeup routine every day or what kind of dress matches the color of my Sanders. Fuck, sometimes Alessandro is such a boring guy. I drove back home excitedly; I couldn't wait for a second move to put my stripper bunny costume on and tease Alessandro with it or, better yet, tease him while he was in the meeting. Perfect! I got into the house and practically charged up the stairs with my many bags and carefully slipped the sexy costume on my body and the accessories with it, It showed my curves in all the right

This time Esme kept herself close to Leo, holding his hand tightly. “Leo” they heard Annalise. Leo looked indifferent, while Esme felt a pang of discomfort in her gut when she looked at Annalise. The Wright’s princess is wearing a silver color fish tail dress which has rhinestones chain adorning her sleeves. She looked stylish and hot. Esme being woman can see that she is no match for Annalise when compared to money, style or looks. The fact that Annalise is competing for Leo’s affection made Esme feel uncomfortable.

If I may” “He got held up in the states, but he'll be back by next weekend, and our had some business to handle”, one of the men answered. “Ah, alright, right this way then”, my father ushered them into the living room. “This is the bride to be, Anaya” Serena looked at me, she scrutinised me head to toe as if checking out a dress. “My sons, Antonio, Marco, Davide,” he turned and looked disdainfully towards... “and my youngest son, Luca.

Alessandro pressed his hand firmly against my lower back, guiding me down the steps toward an office that overlooked the carnage. I couldn't help but notice her the instant we walked in. A classic Italian beauty with long, shiny black hair and a killer face. She was dressed in a black silk dress that accentuated her curves and gold jewellery. The perfect picture of a female crime boss. She rose with the grace of a queen to greet Alessandro the moment we stepped in. The woman was beautiful. “Don.” “Giovanna.” Alessandro inclined his head, the barest of response but his hand didn't leave me.

It was a quiet reminder—I respect what you did, but I still despise the man who broke her. Sebastian nodded once, sharp and respectful. “Crystal, sir.” If my father was a locked gate, my mother was the stone wall behind it with broken glass lined along the top. Annalise Miller was already seated at the head of the dining room table when we walked in. Her hands were folded neatly over a linen napkin, her posture so perfectly straight she looked like she’d been carved from marble. She wore the specific expression she reserved for situations she had decided to endure rather than enjoy. Her hair was pulled back flawlessly; her eyes were sharp, dark, and utterly devoid of warmth.