Anne Of Green Gables Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

Anne was a great friend, but ever since she started having delusions about them being a real couple, that's when things changed between them. But it's his fault that he underestimated her, she's a cunny fox who knows what she wants and goes after it. He didn't see the part of her meeting up with Cheng, and complicating their friendship, but what's done has been done. Xavier grinned at her, which made Anne happy seeing as he wasn't angry at her anymore, like he was the night of the day he came back to the city, only for him to wrap his hand around her neck in a smooth way that gave her the wrong impression, about what he was about to do until she was pushed down to the couch, with him hoverin

"Is there anything you want to say?" Anne was pushed so hard that she could not stand up, and she could not leave. With a crack, an egg smashed into Anne's face. "Ah!" The egg shattered, and the yolk and egg white stuck to her hair and face. Bianca's fans. She was under siege, and she was huddled by the guardrail of the first floor. "Please tell us, did you seduce someone else's fiance? Why don't you tell us more about it?"

she muttered to herself. Anne swiftly retrieved a locket from her pocket and carefully placed the strand of Helen's hair inside it. With a determined expression, she tossed the locket back into her pocket and moved over to the sink to tend to her bleeding arm. “What a horrible witch," Anne muttered under her breath as her eyes began to glow with a piercing blue hue, a sign of her brewing anger. Meanwhile, Helen returned to where Susan had been seated, only to find her friend conspicuously absent. She gaped in surprise, dropping the tray of beer as she looked around the bar in confusion.

″Oh sweetie, I know I'm hot,″ he said as he dramatically gestured at his body. "I never denied that. But stop showing off your body, it's disgusting,″ she said holding her nose. ″I'm twenty-five, kid,″ finally he answered after laughing at Anna's face. So she guessed his age right. They had gotten to the front door. ″Okay. Thanks Dex. I'll see you tomorrow,″ she said as she opened the door. ″Sure kiddo,″ he replied. The first thing Anna did when she got in was to look for Katherine. She didn't know why but she just found herself looking for the cook. She wasn't in the kitchen so Anna thought of changing from her uniform then going to her apartment.

A man who could betray his oldest friend this thoroughly, and still sit across from him discussing spreadsheets without a hint of strain, was a man I no longer fully recognized. Anna proved harder to read for entirely different reasons. There were moments, brief and unguarded, where I caught something in her expression that looked almost like genuine warmth directed at me, echoes of the dance we had shared at the foundation dinner, the honesty in her voice when she thanked me for defending her against my mother. I found myself wanting desperately to believe those moments were real, that whatever Rose had told me and whatever I had glimpsed through that cracked door amounted to nothing more t

Annie has shut her out and they wanted her to have a taste of her own medicine. Plus Annie had a way of noticing things. And Malison couldn’t risk being seen right now. She sat cross-legged on the empty classroom floor, laptop balanced on her knees, the cursor blinking on a fresh document she had titled: "Fragments of Something I'm Not." It was supposed to be fiction. A story. Something vague and poetic about a girl who kissed another girl and couldn’t stop thinking about it. Malison told herself it was just a creative outlet. A thought experiment.

It was because the Leone she knew…he always found one means or the other to twist her words and do things that’d make her toes curl, but suddenly he had left her all alone and so she had assumed the worst. She had thought he didn’t want to touch or have anything to do with her anymore, and at that moment she just wanted to apologize and leave. But she hadn’t known that they would end up in this position—she had thought he was too angry to want to even look at her, let alone hold her like… “Ouch!” Anna yelped when he flicked her nipples, bringing her attention back to himself. A sinister grin curved on his lips. “What were you thinking about, hm?”

“Okay, this, this was my favorite when I was ten. Anne of Green Gables.” Hayden took the book from me, flipping it over. “Sounds… green.” “Don’t mock Anne,” I warned, narrowing my eyes. “She’s a national treasure. She’s imaginative and stubborn and a total mess sometimes, but she always stays true to herself.” His mouth quirked. “Kinda reminds me of someone.” Heat crept up my neck. “Flattery will not make me forgive your literary ignorance.” “Worth a try,” he said lightly, setting the book back. “So what else did Little Coleen read when she wasn’t terrorizing classmates?”

I kept at it until the noise in the room had increased so much from the other contestants practicing. I opened my eyes to get a good view of those I would be competing against and one contestant caught my attention - it was Anne. Anne was the daughter of Gamma Joshua and Ashley's Gabriel. We had one thing in common a few weeks back...only the both of us could not transform into our werewolves but I recalled what Lily had said about her. Anne could now transform into her werewolf after she had sex with Beta Oliver. They were not mates and that was inappropriate.

I watched the roses I loved being crushed under her feet, and it hurt in a way I hadn't expected the dead to feel. Annie looked thoroughly pleased with herself. "Did you really think you could compete with me, Sherry? Look at you now." I wanted to rage at her. I wanted to do something, anything. But I couldn't touch her. All I could do was stand there and watch her destroy what was left of my garden. When Nathan came home and noticed the roses had been replaced by rows of sunflowers, he called the household staff in to ask about it. Annie stepped forward before anyone else could speak, her eyes wide and guileless. "I went out to pick some roses this afternoon and pricked my hand on the thorn