Anne With An E Book Collection Novels & Stories

She can’t just be human college student Anna now. With her hands on her waist, she paces back and forth in her room. Suddenly, her phone lights up and a notification catches her eye. She picks it up from her bed and softly curses. Finally. Anna’s eyes carefully read the email and the attached files.

After a brief scolding from my teacher, I was sent to assist the librarian. The library was a sanctuary of towering shelves and soft whispers, its grandeur unexpectedly breathtaking. The scent of aged books and polished wood wrapped around me like a comforting cloak. Wandering through the aisles, I stumbled upon a dimly lit corner that exuded an eerie presence. A single book stood out—its cover blank and edges charred. Curious, I picked it up. "Weird," I muttered, flipping through its brittle pages. My blood ran cold when I saw my name inscribed on the last page.

On wobbly legs, Anne shuffled over to the spot indicated, head bent low, unable to make eye contact. "Now remove all of your clothing, Anne," Elias ordered. Blushing furiously, Anne reached up, and, with horribly shaking hands, began to undo the buttons of her blouse. When the last one was undone, she hesitated for a moment, but with a sigh of resignation, her shoulders slumping in defeat, she shrugged the blouse off of her shoulders, and let if fall to the floor.

And now, for fourteen whole days, it was just the two of us in this massive modern house. I tried to distract myself by curling up on the big sectional couch with my laptop. It was late, the house was quiet, and my curiosity had been building for weeks. With shaking fingers, I typed in a p**n site I’d only visited once before. I chose something soft, a video titled “Gentle First Time” and plugged in my headphones.

Anne stood at the window, arms crossed, wearing a silk robe and heels, her gaze stormy. “Let the games begin,” she said coldly. Julie paused. “You sound like you’ve got a plan.” Anne smirked. “More than a plan. I’ve got an entire chessboard. And they’ve all walked into it willingly.” She walked over to the dining table and tossed a glossy envelope toward Julie. “What’s this?” Julie asked, picking it up. “An invitation to the design gala,” Anne replied. “The one Billy’s company is hosting.” Julie’s brows shot up. “And you’re going?”

Because inside— God. Wasn't just her sketchbook. Fair. There were dozens of things. Reasonable honestly. Dozens. God. Hair clips. Fair. Toys. Reasonable. Books. God. Shells. Fair. Spoons. Reasonable honestly. An entire collection. God. Peanut's Collection. Fair. Version 2. Reasonable. The upgraded edition. God. Then Lily spotted her sketchbook. Fair. Perfectly safe. Reasonable. Completely untouched.

The Great Library was a cathedral of silence, a place where the air felt like velvet and the dust motes danced in shafts of eternal, golden light. Anna moved through the obsidian aisles with a lightness she didn't quite understand, her feet silent against the polished floor. She was wearing a dress of gossamer white, a garment that felt like a second skin of clouds. In her arms, she cradled a stack of books so high they nearly obscured her vision,leather bound tomes of McKinnley history, scrolls of celestial magick, and genealogies that stretched back to the first dawn.

She and Sarah were both sitting in oversized recliners with a book in their hands. I cleared my throat, making them look up from what they were reading. I walked over to Elizabeth and held the binder out to her. She looked at me confused. “Ana,” Elizabeth started as she put her reading glasses down on her book. “You are looking much better. Why are you handing me this?”

But the books she was talking about were those thin and small ones that fit in a man’s pocket. “Great! I’ll give you a copy of my book..I hope you like it..” She handed it to Anita. “Whoa!.. You wrote this?! This is thick!! So many words… Would I be able to finish it? Oh..goodness.. It’s all in English, isn’t it? Would I be able to understand it?” Anita was ecstatic to have such a book. The smell of the brand new book gave her excitement. But she was also intimidated by it.

Anna said that was when Eli would return and after the fight, they had this morning, I'm sure she wouldn't want to talk to him for a while and he probably would feel the same and that's good for me because that way I won't see him easily. I pull out a drawer and I see a few books neatly arranged in it. Seeing them surprises me a little because I never place Anna as a reader, I could see a human head in this drawer and it wouldn't even surprise me that much because the Anna that threatened me into this life might be capable of killing than she is of reading. I pick one of the books out and read over the name Guide to being a good wife. "The irony of that," I mumble to myself with a shake of m