Anne Frank Novels & Stories

“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.”

As I stopped in front of the school I saw three kids waiting with an older girl "Hey, you must be Olivia right?" The girl asked "Yeah that's me come on kids," I said "Here's the folder of them. This is William, Oliver and baby Emily, everything you need will be in the folder and look out for the snake in the bag," she said and gave me a blue bag "Thanks for the warning. Now kids let go," I said and helped them into the car I put the snake in the passenger seat and started driving. "You guys want some ice cream?" I asked

Amy, with her vibrant personality and infectious energy, provided a perfect cover for the tension simmering just beneath the surface. The observer continued to follow them as they moved through the city, stopping at a quaint café. They chose a table outside, and the observer found a spot across the street, hiding behind a newspaper while still keeping them in sight. The observer watched as they laughed and chatted, their bond clear and strong. This was the Emily the observer remembered: lively, full of hope, and surrounded by people who cared about her.

"For the sake of Maisie, can't we just endure this together?" I shoved his divorce certificate into his chest. "It's exactly because of her that I can't stay with you anymore." … Though the blood curse was temporarily suppressed, it would still take some time to completely eliminate it. Later, while I was giving Maisie a bath, the police sent me an update. They sent me a video showing Phoebe, whose real name was Madeline Lowe, a 31-year-old woman. Madeline was imprisoned and would often collapse and convulse for no reason, screaming and shouting.

With her shy self, would she even be able to say hello? After she had arrived, she took a good look at the building she was going to enter and hesitated if she should just turn back her heels. The big sign that read 'Charles And Co' just added more to the anxiety. Charles was a well known man. He hired actors and actresses, acted in many films and even wrote the scenarios of two! He was a legend! Well, in her opinion. She entered the building and walked to the secretary who was typing furiously on the keyboard. Carmen felt that it would shatter under her arms in a matter of seconds if nobody stopped her.

"Dear Ryan, I hope this letter reaches you because I have something important to say. Right now, I cannot say much in it as I am afraid that I will be tracked. For now, what I can say is that do not trust anyone. Including those who are close to you as you might not know who is the betrayer amongst them. You might think that I am a strange person but beware of my words, sire. The worst is to come and no one will be spared including those whom you love. In this box, is a red book. Keep it safe as It will help you in the future. Make sure you do not give it to anyone. And I mean on one. When the right comes, I will visit you. Until then, be safe. Sincerely, Your, well-wisher. What the fuck was

When you both reach the spacious living room, your eyes instantly fall to the three figures settled above the white puffy carpeted floor a few feet away from a modernized fire-heater. With a soft smile, your mom gives you a hug, whispering a faint I'll bring you something to eat before walking away to disappear somewhere around this five-thousand pieces of puzzle-like mansion. Great. You internally drawl to yourself, body suddenly flinches when you feel something-well maybe a someone hugging your feet. When you look down, a lump forms in your throat. There's a pair of huge ebony eyes looking up at you in a way that sends a shudder down your spine, and its face's holding way too much curiosit

“Auntie Julie”, she cried with tears threatening to spill from her bright eyes. “I don’t want to go to that school anymore!” Julie made the monumental decision to be the guardian of her late sister Mara’s beautiful daughter when she died shortly after giving birth to Hannah. Being a mother isn’t easy, even for a normal child and Julie knew this. The problem was that Hannah wasn’t a normal child, and Julie learned when Hannah was very young that she had a strange ability to just know things.

“When I was 8 years old, I accidentally revealed my weakness in a restaurant. One of the servants there leaked the information to the enemy. They used it to kill my father.” Kara's breath hitched. Her eyes widened at the man who was standing right in front of her. "Do you know what my grandfather did then?" Taking a deep breath, Frank leaned closer to Kara's ear. “They were exterminated like little flies. All of them. The enemy and the employees in the restaurant.” Kara's nerves immediately tensed. She didn't dare move. Even when Frank had taken one step back from her, she still stood like a statue with her eyebrows challenging the sky.

"The nightmares went on and on for over a month. But since you seem older than me, I'm sure you'll get over it much faster." Anna's suspicions were confirmed. The tall girl standing in front of her was younger than she had thought. "How old were you when it happened?" Anna asked, trying to keep her voice steady. "I was ten when my pack was invaded. I alone was able to escape from a pile of dead bodies." Barbara sat on Anna's bed as she continued her story. They seemed to have a lot more in common. "My people were killed and cremated right before my eyes." Barbara still had her eyes on the floor; she seemed a bit unsure about sharing her experience with Anna.