Anne Author Novels & Stories

12 ANNALISE My stomach churned like a washing machine on high spin. Sleep was a distant dream, the events of the previous night replaying on a loop in my mind. Adrian’s accusations, initially dismissed as paranoia fueled by punch and party lights, now flickered with unsettling possibility. Anne’s overly sweet perfume, her persistent hovering near me with that damn wine glass – it all felt a little too…convenient. The first sliver of dawn peeked through the curtains, painting the room in a soft, mocking light. I tossed off the covers with a sigh, the decision solidifying in my gut. Answers. I needed them, and Anne was the only one with a key.

“I'm sorry about that. I didn't intend to forget it–” Chuckling, she dropped her eyes into his jeans, basically surveyed his intimate area and said, “Don't worry. I'm Ann–” “The pleasure is all mine, Ann. I'm Anderson.” Shaking hands, Ann held his firm hand firmly, then felt its elegance. With that, she handled back his notebook and said, “I have read your notebook, and I think I have a better erotic novel to keep you busy for your project.” “I'll appreciate it if you help me with it–” he said, his face sparkling with joy.

Anna was a miracle child, and so is this book. She looked down on the paperback on her lap, its cover dazzling as ever. The Anthem of Lycanthropy. She couldn’t believe she was the author of this, that this was her life, and that her life story went viral — with everyone thinking it’s a realistic fiction. But of course, nobody knew that she was the writer behind the works except her and Ellie. Everyone just knew the writer as L.M.H. and that was it. Leal Miragia Horryn.

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

“ So , Anna , I heard what you were saying . It was quite the story . Are you a writer ? “ asked Aron with a calm tone . “ I…….What a joke ! I am not . I am the niece of the owner of the hospital and a serious nurse at her job . “ said Anna a bit confused with a smile . “ A serious person at her job ?……Oh…….Is gossiping behind your colleagues behind your back also part of being serious in this hospital ? “ said Aron staring at her annoyed . “ I….I…. “ said Anna even more nervous . “ You said that a simple girl like AYla is able to play both me and Noah by her hands . You said she is capable , isn’t she ?…..Well she indeed is capable . As my wife ,n there’s now ay she is a useless person . “

“I didn’t know they’d come! I fought them, Leo! I fought for all of you!” His eyes flashed with fury, but his grin deepened. “You fought?” His voice dripped with derision. “Oh, Anne, you didn’t fight for us. You fought to save your own skin. Deep down, you knew. You’ve always known. You’re just like them. A wolf hiding in sheep’s clothing.”

Rachel I sighed happily, stretching my arms, although I am tired as heck with all the work, and babysitting but at the end of the day, I'm happy and satisfied with myself. Nowadays, two things make me forget that help me forget Jayce, one of Brandon and Jane's babies, and two of my late nights at this restaurant.

She was driving to the next state over for some kind of book conference, and that's when I learned that she was a writer. It was only when I heard her on the phone that I realized she was serious. And when she turned those eyes on me and asked me in that Yankee way of hers, 'so, am I uprooting my life for you or not? What was I supposed to do? There was still Cindy to consider, though, and I felt like a first-class heel. I'd all but forgotten her last night into the early morning while I'd been fucking the shit out of Ginger Lee. Now in the cold light of day, I saw myself for what I was, an unconscionable dog. Ginger Lee saw my turmoil and for some fucked up reason, that made her trust me mo

Anna crossed her legs in an attempt to cleanse the want but to no avail. Her eyes darted to Author who was still busy with her vehicle and her mind began to play images of what could happen between them. In the heat of frustration, she rose and began pacing around. She wasn't sure for how long but she knew the want in between her legs was less fueled. “I'm done Anna” Author called out from the other end of the workshop and she quickly walked to him only to be met with the print of his cock from his shorts and man was he huge!