Anne Of Green Gables Novels & Stories

ANNA'S POV I spotted her before she reached us, the way you notice a single wrong note in an otherwise familiar song. She moved through the crowd with the particular ease of a woman who had spent her entire life in rooms exactly like this one, a deep burgundy gown, hair swept back, every detail calibrated for maximum effect.

"How about we take Anne to the stables today? She hasn't seen Pearl in a very long time. At Max's stables, Anne had a little pony named Pearl. Even though she hadn't seen Evelynn in a long time, seeing her now meant more to her. Anne gave a headshake. "Neither Daddy nor I want to go to the stables." Andrea's grin dimmed a little. "Maybe Evelynn would like to come with us to the stables when she gets here," Max intervened. Andrea noticed Anne's preparations with Evelynn as she turned to face him. Her hand tightened around her spoon.

She does not interrupt things. And the knock is too small to have been Alyssa’s. My heart feels like it is in my throat, but I rise. I creep over to my office door, and slowly, I turn the handle. I look down. A pair of grey eyes that I now realize look like mine blink back up at me. “Hello Mr. Mommy’s Friend.” She has adopted the name so well. “Hello, Anne” She smiles. “Can you make grilly cheese?” I have no clue whatsoever what this thing is. “Pardon?”

The file contains data about Anne's life history and about her family. Her real name is Anne Watson. She was born in a village quite close to the mountain and was orphaned at the age of 8 when her parents had an accident while climbing the mountain together. She had spent two years in an orphanage, only when she was 11 years old, a couple named Frans and Sisil Louis decided to adopt her. They brought Anne to a big city and changed her last name to Louis.

What is with her? Evan's flashback... When I first laid my eyes on Annie Fisher, I knew she was perfect. Perfect to be my personal maid. She had a small round face which was mostly covered by a pair of thick glasses. She had a head full of hair which she always tied up in two fishtail braids. Her clothing choice was rather questionable. Not like the other girls in my school who always worried about wearing trendy clothes. Best of all, she was just tiny. She reminded me of a hamster, hence the nickname.

"This will be better, you were there for years—they won't be able to hurt you this way." I pull my hands from hers and lay back in my seat. I can't help the wince that escapes my lips as my back immediately stings from the contact. "Yeah, sure," I scoff and close my eyes. Minutes later, the car stops, and the driver comes to open the door. He grabs my suitcase and I follow Julie out of the car. The school looks like a castle, with vines growing up the sides, and an unkept garden. It was supposed to look abandoned to keep curious humans away but that never works, so the entire school is under a cloaking spell of some kind.

I honestly didn't know what was happening to me, usually talking about ballet brought this pang in my chest that I couldn't explain. “Enough of that,” Anne said. “There's something I wanna know.” “But it's not your turn,” Jordan squeaked. She was dressed in a onesie with a cow pattern on it which I found quite cute but very unnecessary. “I know that,” Anne rolled her eyes. With her strawberry blonde hair tucked into a bun and a tank top with pajama bottoms, Anne didn't look as frightening as she did in school. “Since Taylor's the new girl we all get a turn asking her a question. You know the rules.”

I raised my eyebrow when I heard a familiar name, that a girl say. Anne look at me. “Listen very carefully Zevier I will never say it again I am not as a girl that you known I am a queen of vampire I'm not look like one yet I would explain it later to you. However I hope that You would not ask anything until the person that we've been waiting for would come back” Anne said

" She was wearing an elegant red printed dress and her hair was up in a bun. She looked stunning and irresistible even without wearing lipstick. I began to feel a tingling in my back and my heart skipped a beat. The librarian scolded some brats who were making noise and I took advantage of a moment of absent-mindedness to signal Monica. She understood instantly. 'Hi, I'm Anna,' I said holding out my hand, which she shook weakly. 'Monica,' she replied indifferently. The best thing for both of us was to pretend it was the first time we had met. So we disguised ourselves as skillfully as we could by talking about the genius of Stratford-upon-Avon, until we were shooed away and the room closed.

Ashe releases me with a playful smack to the shoulder for my comment about her children; Anne comes up next and pulls me into another hug. “Hello birthday girl! Happy you finally made it.” She tells me. Anne is our Aussie darling, but DO NOT say she lives in the “bush” or “down under” it annoys the piss out of her. She’s another blonde haired, blue-eyed beauty with beautifully tanned skin from the ranch she lives on. She’s a professional chef during the day but is a rancher by night, or however the phrase goes. She’s relatively tall, about 5 foot 10 inches and curvy, and she’s absolutely gorgeous with her freckles across the tops of her shoulders and across her nose and cheeks.