Anne Marie West Book Novels & Stories

Jennifer Beck, kick-ass actress from Doomed, one of my and Daniel’s favorite movies, sat right in front of me! “You’re doing great,” Weston whispered into my ear as he entwined our hands. PDA wasn’t something you saw a lot of in Hollywood, but Weston knew I needed it. He probably needed it, as well. I exhaled a deep breath. “Inside I’m a wreck.” “Well, outside you are simply stunning and have everyone’s attention.” “So, what is my handsome husband up for? I can’t believe I don’t even know that.” He settled farther into his chair. “Sorry, I should have told you. Everything has just been so busy, I didn’t even think about it.”

It was now close to 11pm. Me: Hi beautiful are you still awake? Marianna: Hi Manny, yes I am still awake. Why are you awake this late? me: Oh you know just working on this case, why are you still awake Ma'am? Marianna: Honestly, because I miss you, it feels weird to sleep alone now.... Me: Really? I am flattered, I miss you too Marianna. Marianna: You should try to get some sleep sir! Me: What are you wearing?

My stomach flipped and my cheeks burnt red. With a deep chuckle, she slammed the book closed. “Chapter Thirteen. The shower scene? I'm interested to try that out but we’ll need warmer water. And of course, Adele with less clothes on.” My brain blue-screened. I was sure of it. Whatever neural circuits I had left just… fizzled. “Mr. West, don't you think it's past time you return? Your company needs you.” He didn’t move. Just leaned forward again, dropping his voice to that smoky, velvet tone that made my knees consider giving up.

" She said before transferring to her own bed. "...but are you sure you want to hear them?" She asked. "Yeah." Anastasia nodded. "Okay. Ready your tears then..." . Book: The Most Wanted Person Settings: Way back since 1894 Author: Napoleon Legend: Mary West (Madame Leticia's real name) Mary opened her eyes in a dark room. She cant see anything. She tried adjusting her sight. What happened? She was in the bus, reading a book. And then her head started aching and then...and then...

Shit I don’t get anxiety but tonight it was overwhelming at the thought of introducing her to the guests we have tonight. “What? of course not” Maria denied straightening herself out as she was left standing on the last step alone since Aimee was now being caressed in Lorenzo’s arms. His previous furry no longer visible as he placed a kissed to her lips. “You look exquisite” Marcel complemented offering Maria his hand, her smile was so bright and genuine that I made a mental note to bring it out again tonight, I loved the site. “Thank you, it was a gift from a very handsome man” she said placing her hand in his as she allowed him to help her from the last step.

There were no profile pictures or any personal information given, except that she was based in LA. "Leave the book, A*i, please. I want to read it," said Weston in a quiet tone as he kept inspecting the book minutely. 'Faded Dreams By Isabella H.' "Sure, bro. I've read it already. You can keep it if you want," she said, handing him the book. Weston smiled. "Thanks, A*i. Ask for your treat, right away," he told her. A*ianna smiled back. "Wait, bro. Let her respond and acknowledge that she indeed is our very own Isabella. She could be Isabella Holmes, or Isabella Hawke or Isabella Harris or...," continued Arianna but Weston interrupted her.

“What’s up?” “Have you ever heard the name Anna Maria?” he asked after a moment of hesitation. Her brows dipped inquisitively. “Anna Maria? No.” When his eyes fell away and he cursed silently, her frown deepened. “Who is she?” He looked back at her, scanned her eyes and sighed. His dislike for what he had to say was only too obvious and it made her uneasy. Sighing again, he said, “Her full name is Anna Maria West. Mother to James Aldo West.”

Was the quality of life for a fashion designer supposed to be that low? Her silence did nothing to stop Aye’s chattering little mouth, “By the way, I’ve heard that Mr. West is engaged. This news was so shocking. He had always been anti-marriage, but now it seems that he’s found true love. It’s not easy. We’re all kind of sad, but we’re sincerely happy for him. The Adonis finally receives his happy ending. He’s even changed his female secretary to a man. That woman’s influence on him is pretty obvious. I wonder who’s the lucky girl.”

My name was Catherine Alden, and ever since I was young, I had that enviable, perfect hourglass figure everyone coveted. Back in school, countless boys had stared at my ample chest, taunting me and calling me "Sexy Cat". After marriage, I became the perfect young wife who turned every man's head on the street. However, my husband, Frederick Shaw, had turned out to be all show and no substance. In less than six months of marriage, he left me alone in an empty bed while jet-setting around the world for business.

Mirena said aloud, almost to herself. Eugene glanced at her, brows lifting. “Ms. West?” She asked. The tone in Eugene’s voice told Mirena she knew exactly who Ana West was. Mirena gave a small nod. “You know her?” “Not personally,” Eugene replied quickly. “And I’m definitely not a fan of her movies. Her acting is underperformed and overrated.” She scrunched her nose in visible distaste after saying it, making a faint disgusted face. Mirena watched her for a second, thoughtful.