Anne Frank Novels & Stories

Anne Frank (1929–1945) was a 13-year-old Dutch girl whose diary from 1942 to 1944 records both her experiences as a persecuted Jew in World War II and an adolescent dealing with intra-family relationships. Journalist[edit] Main article: Journalism Journalists write reports about current events after investigating them and gathering information. Some journalists write reports about predictable or scheduled events such as social or political meetings. Others are investigative journalists who need to undertake considerable research and analysis in order to write an explanation or account of something complex that was hitherto unknown or not understood. Often inve

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,

Azriel felt it all in his chest—every silence, every name left behind. His mother’s voice came soft, barely audible. “This was the Archive. The first one. Where the Velan etched their truths in flame. Where we kept names alive.” Azriel nodded, throat thick. “Then this… was home.” The words didn’t come easy. His voice cracked under them, bent by the weight of everything he hadn’t known he’d lost. Mira ran a hand over a charred wall. “Why destroy all this?” Elen didn’t look up. “Because truth doesn’t die easy. They had to burn it out of the stones.”

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.

She rose to her knees, then to her feet, swaying, bleeding, burning, but standing. And then she looked down at me. Down. Because I was still crouched on the filthy floor like some kind of supplicant, like some kind of servant, while she towered above me on legs that should have collapsed. "Do You want to know the truth?" she said. She took a step forward. I scrambled backward, falling onto the filthy stone, my beautiful crimson gown absorbing the dirt and grime of her cell. "I stayed because I believed in the pack. I stayed because I thought I could make a difference. I stayed because leaving would have meant abandoning everyone who needed me. But love Kai?"

"She'll say anything to avoid paying, won't she?" Cain hurriedly explained, "This is a misunderstanding. Recently, Mary injured her hand and can't write. She is a member of the Schindler family, and the Schindlers highly value calligraphy. She has a beautiful, delicate hand with a fine style, so of course she can write."

A.n hi lovely readers, welcome to my new book, quick warning, I don't like describing things, like clothes, and housing, I find it boring, if you don't like it sorry, If you don't understand something please ask, I'll be happy to answer any questions. On that note please enjoy. My name is Anastasia, I am twenty years old and I have black hair and brown eyes, my mother died, in a car accident when I was thirteen, since then it's been just dad and I.

the woman said and then turned to face the young woman that was standing next to her. The young woman dipped her hand inside the ball and pulled out a thin slip of paper before passing it to the headmistress, the headmistress took it and then called out the first number, “Test subject number zero nine five three five,” everyone pulled out there keys and looked at their apartment number except for Anna. Anna saw that the screen that was showing the menu was now showing the number. Anna remembered her apartment number was one thousand and her room number was one. She took the knife and fork as she cut her pancake and then took a bite. She was still listening to the numbers the headmistress was

Diana suddenly asked, a shocked expression marring her features as she expectantly stared at the woman. "Yes, unfortunately. They had died into a plane crash when master Nicholas was only sixteen," The girl’s heart sunk at the hearing of such thing, feeling such a deep sorrow bloom into her chest for she herself had not too long ago experienced such pain too. The pain of losing a parent. "Come on now, girl," Miss Nancy’s voice abruptly brought her back to reality as she placed a fork next to her plate, effectvely urging her to start eating. "Hurry up or you will be late to your job," ______________

While Jack was having a shower, she came to me and blurted out: ‘What did you say your name was?’ ‘Anna’ ‘Okay, Anna. Look, don’t distract my brother, will you? He’s a very busy man’ I gazed at her face. She was pretty, but vain and rude. ‘But I am not…’ ‘Well, we’ve had other guests here, and I know how it goes’ I hate it when people don’t let you explain yourself, but I simply shut up because I didn’t want more trouble. I spent the first week signing for different subjects, arranging papers, getting a passport and a monthly transport ticket.