Anne Novels & Stories

Helena said, trying to ignore the man's unfriendly tone. The man slid a key across the counter towards her. "Room 13," he said. "Pay upfront." Helena handed him some cash and took the key, then made her way to the room. As she opened the door, she was hit by another wave of musty air. The room was small and dingy, with yellowed walls and a stained carpet. But it had a bed, a bathroom, and a lock on the door, and that was all Helena needed. She set her bag down on the bed and took out her weapons, making sure they were all in working order. Then she sat down on the bed and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to center herself.

The phone rings several times before a groggy female voice says, “Hello?” “Hello. This is Braxton Merriweather. I’m sorry to say there’s been an incident….”

Camellia “Need some help?” I look up from my chopping board and see Nero approaching me with his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He’s wearing a coy, lopsided smirk and my stupid heart starts beating faster. “You want to help me cook?” I ask, raising an eyebrow and he shrugs. “I don’t mind. Morana and Aeron are keeping Nereo busy and it gives me an excuse to spend more time with you,” he says, leaning against the marble counter and crossing his arms. “So, put me to work, Lupina.”

Beep, beep, beep... Riley hit the snooze button on her phone. Five minutes later, the same annoying alarm sounded, and this time, she didn't ignore it. It was 6 A.M. and she knew she needed to shower and get ready for her breakfast date with Ethan. As she got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, she heard her phone vibrate, so she ran over and grabbed it to see, "Good morning, beautiful. Meet me at the diner in town for 8?". She beamed and replied with a "heart emoji, see you then," text right back. She placed her phone back down and grabbed her towel, heading for the shower.

A soft smile fell on my face as I saw that. As we approached, he turned to face us, a broad smile gracing his features. He was deep in conversation with his father, and the warmth in his eyes when he saw me made my heart skip a beat. His robe, like mine, was a rich shade of midnight blue, adorned with intricate silver embroidery that mirrored the patterns on my gown. We looked like a matched pair, as if we were meant to stand side by side. But I knew all of these was just going to last for a day, and I would be back to what I really was the next day-a nanny to the kids and a baby machine to him.

I also see some new things in there, that weren’t there before, I don’t think twice about it just think that my mama just got some quick things for mine. I end up picking out dark blue skinny jeans and a red tank top that fits my curves perfectly I pick out my black converse. I let my hair done and curly and just put on some mascara on, I have a nice tan since I have been on the beach for the past week from dusk to dawn. Finally I put on my necklace, a necklace with a letter A me and Anna both had one the only difference was that my A was shapped as bended arrow to make the A and the tip had a diamond in it, it signified Athena the goddess of war which was what I was named after. Anna's h

I was home that day, and offered to help the new tenant, and introduced myself to her. She was about late 40's, but looked quite a bit younger. She was about 5'6", dark brown hair, and obviously took care of her body. She had impeccable clothes, a lithe figure that was highlighted by the taste in clothing that was in good taste in spite of the hassles of moving. But I suppose what got me going from the start was her accent. She was English. Her accent was a beautiful one of breeding, and not cockney, which is charming too. But somehow, on her, she sounded incredible. She introduced herself as Ginnie, short for Virginia.

Anne left just before midnight, shoulders tight, eyes apologetic in that sweet way she always tries to be when she feels bad. Yesenia was blowing up her phone. Something about "curfews" and "you need to tell me when you disappear off the face of the planet, Anne!" Her voice carried through the hallway while Anne was getting her shoes on. I listened to every word. Anne tried to reassure her—like she always does, like she's responsible for everyone's emotional stability except her own.

the lady with the biggest burst suddenly blurted, she seemed to be mocking me jokingly. “Oh yeah…that's right! I'm Baby,” the lady with a lollipop mumbled. “I'm Betty,” the black American lady sneered. “I'm Beauty,” the last lady and most bursty among them mumbled too. She seems to be their Boss, the one pulling the strings. None of their names sounded real, they all sounded like nicknames—I bet they are all nicknames. “So as we were saying, Shemika, take your clothes off now!” Baby sneered, sucking her lollipop on my face.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.