Anne Author Novels & Stories

I walked inside my study and I was a bit surprised to see Rayne inside. I was not angry that she was there since I already allowed her to come and borrow whichever book she wanted to read. I saw her inspecting the map of the new world, tracing her fingers over the empires. She looked so beautiful when she was concentrating on something. I loved how she looked in her black pants and her red leather jacket. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders in natural waves. I did not need to see her face to be sure that she looked gorgeous, because she always looked gorgeous.

Anna began to wonder if that was a normal thing in Regis. ″And where are you two coming from?″ Mrs. Kyle asked as she gave them a piercing gaze. ″We're sorry ma'am. She's new,″ Brooke said, gesturing to Anna, ″and didn't know her way around.″ ″I see. Please introduce yourself to the class,″ the teacher said. This was the moment Anna dreaded the most but she just had to do it. She faced the glass and said. ″Hi, everyone. My name is Annabelle Siromani.″

With a quizzical look on her face, she made a guess, “You got yourself a boyfriend when I was not around?” "No!" Lucy blushed. She hit the woman in the shoulder, “Don’t speak nonsense! He’s a friend.” “Oh.” Nathan nodded. Seeing he had no plans to introduce himself or come over, Lucy helplessly turned to Aura. “His name is Nathan Garcia. Remember the major contributor of our latest horror story compilation?” A flash of surprise appeared in the woman’s eyes and she exclaimed, “I see! So he’s the anonymous author!” Respect danced in Aura’s eyes and if her leg was not only injured and plastered, she would have jumped down from the bed already and shook hands with Nathan. Nonetheless from her po

Alpha Nicholas As if today hadn't already been a mind fuck enough the moment I saw Harriot waiting outside of my office door with the look that she had on her face I just knew that things were about to get so much worse. I swear to every high power out there that the moon goddess has personally been out to test me lately.

Cold-hearted jerk with a poker face. Anan: "I heard you." Author: "Mama...ghost.", Author runs away.😭😭😓

Her brothers walked out and shut the door behind them, leaving her in her cold room, with her damp tears collapsing in on themselves and her loud sobs that she kept to herself. 🌹 The tailors measured dutifully, whispering to themselves. They’d secretly give her pitying looks as if knowing the fate before her, but she caught those looks. If they thought they were sly, then she was James Bond. But it wasn't just them, though, all the maids, the guards, so-called henchmen, they all gave her those pitying looks. “Anaya,” She jerked furiously and accidentally knocked the tailor down,

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

"Have you read any book by Gena Showalter then? He asked, knowing that the woman was an author based on otherworlder books and not many people are a fan of that. "Of course. I especially love her Lord of the underworld and original heartbreaker series." She said with genuine enthusiasm. "Oh, well. Someone truly is a book ripper," Rio said with a laugh. Time for her A-game, "Not just a lover of books but I also write some. As a matter of fact, I have two finished novels on my laptop." She informed him. Rio's interest sparked up, "Can I see?" He asked her. Way to go, babe. Anita patted herself inwardly.

My name: Anastasia Sanchez. “Oh no!” I grunt. I stare at the screen in disbelief, my mind tottering with questions and fears. Still with trembling fingers, I click its title, my heart pounding ever louder in my chest as I face my fears. As the book’s information loads, my eyes widen in shock, my breath is halted at my throat. There, in bold letters, is the announcement that’s beyond dreading—BONDED II WILL BE WRITTEN BY ANASTASIA (ALONZO) SANCHEZ, A GRADUATING STUDENT FROM ADAMSON UNIVERSITY AS PER AUTHOR AGNESS’ PERMISSION, along with a blurb that makes me wanna pass out.

] The words were written neatly, confidently, and with an air of authority. My hand trembled as I held the pen. Was the person on the other side the seventeen-year-old Ryan? Before I could process this, more words appeared hastily: [You still haven’t answered me. Who exactly are you?] I quickly responded to his words: [I’m Anna White, thirty years old.] [The person you’ll become will hurt me. So, the seventeen-year-old Ryan, please stay away from me.] The diary fell silent. Ten seconds later, the pen carved sharply into the paper: [That’s impossible!]