Anne Author Novels & Stories

Anna clicked her tongue, "so tell me, Anita, who wrote the four books?" "The books were written by Adele," Anita said, "your grandmother. The first queen of the witches. That is when you were really Zaekyr." She said. "Adele?" Anna stared at her. "Yes. But she only wrote the first three books." Anita said and hesitated, "As you can see the last book is full of dangerous magics and spells, including the death spell, that's why you can't memorize anyone of them and that's why the book was not able to be copied into different pages, because the writers would inevitably learn the spells and die before they can learn to control it."

Grabbing the microphone, Anna lifted the book over her head. “Sorry to interrupt, but this is very important,” She said with Nate at her side. “I’m Anna Berger Steine of Steine and Steine Publishers in the U.S. and this is Dr. Nathanial Braverman, author of Vashti’s Daughter.” Many boos greeted them in response.

I was wearing an old white cardigan that I’d had for ages, but I felt comfortable in it. As I started to walk back, I realised that I was completely alone in the dark. Then my phone rang, but when I saw the name of ‘Jack’, I decided not to answer. There was another area where water could fully envelop your body and I was on the point of jumping and letting my body go like Virginia Woolf’s when the phone rang again. Jack. ‘Yes?’ ‘Anna. Please, listen to me. Let me know how you are doing. I’ll meet you soon when nobody knows’.

Emily Warner The loud knocking and my cat meowing in my face woke me up. What the damn hell? “Emily Anne Warner, if you don’t open this damned door in a minute, I swear to god I will knock it down with a bulldozer. I am not kidding you. You haven’t replied to any texts or calls in a week. At least before that you answered my texts. I am not going to leave you alone now.” I sat up straight in my bed as I could hear Danika yelling.

Underneath, in block letters: W.R. ROANE – KEY AUTHOR AUTHORITY: HIGH ACCESS: PARTIAL Besides that, the tiny pen icon pulsed like a heartbeat. My stomach lurched. The thought of all those anonymous, faceless watchers seeing my face blown up that big made my skin crawl. The word AUTHORITY under it made me want to laugh and throw up at the same time. “So that’s new,” Jax muttered at my shoulder. “Congrats, horror girl. You’re trending.” The ground thrummed.

Mary said and crossed her arms. So Anastasia started narrating the things that she learned about the author. About what happened to him, about his condition right now and his personal information which she practically got from the mother itself. "His pen name is Gemini-Tor and his real name is Luthor. His famous for his wide-range knowledge about the romance genre like action-romance, fantasy-romance, modern-romance and many more. He's 28 years old and he started writing when he's 20. Right now, he already published about 10 books in total and three of them became popular to the public."

Thanks again for giving my story a chance and please don't forget to drop a gem or a comment on how you think things are going so far! s. Jones

About the Author A college girl living in Bulacan, Philippines, who enjoys writing fictional stories ever since she was young. Anne Cunanan is a starting author who likes to write during her free time although she barely has any. She usually publishes her stories on Wattpad, but she also has a lot of stories that she keeps in private. She writes as a hobby because this is something she enjoys, not for fame nor fortune. Although her stories are not that well known, she hopes that those who have read them were inspired to write and dream. She likes to create characters that are relatable for people so that they can easily place themselves in the characters' shoes and pretend as if they are a

Ava’s POV The knock at my bedroom door was soft, almost too soft for anyone in this house. Sage would have barged in, demanding attention. My father’s knocks were always loud and sure, a reminder of authority. My mother’s came with her voice trailing behind, calling me by name. But this one—hesitant, deliberate—belonged to Alvin. I froze, pen still in hand, the sketches and notes sprawled across the secret board before me glowing under the dim light of my desk lamp. My heart gave a sharp twist. I couldn’t let him see this. Not Alvin. Not anyone.

Writers Note: This is the end of book one. I hope that you enjoyed your reading. Please join me for the sequel Trinity of Entanglement that is the continuation of Annalise's story. I'll be keeping the books together here on GoodNovel for everyone’s convenience. Please support my writing by voting 💎 and commenting on chapters. It would mean the world to me. Have a great day! Sapphirian J! ❤️