Annette Harvey Story Novels & Stories

I clasp my hands together and close my eyes. “Hey Lord, how are you doing up there? You must be doing great. Today I'd like to ask you for a favour. Nothng's too much for you, so I'll go ahead and say it. First off, I want to kick those dickheads right in the asses, well literally. I wanna prove them wrong and shove my success right in their faces. Secondly, I want to kick off on my social life, and lastly but most importantly, I would like a boyfriend, so help me lord. Amen". I grab my stuffs and tries to hurry up before my mum meets me up with a broom.. Hey I'm Annie MacDonald, and this is my story. Tenth grade, I followed my friends to a party one of them was invited to, and I got the emb

Harriet cut Anette off. "Guys it's nothing much, I had asked for his help and he wanted to help before Joshua put himself in this mess so this is my way of saying thank you" Anette said. "Oh girl I hope he isn't thanking you from in between your thighs" Giselle mocked. "Get your diary minds out of the gutters," Anette said in a warning tone before standing and checking herself out in the mirror. "I gotta go now, see you after my meet-up," Anette said.

The brown had noticed, and Annette had to shut him up because if anyone else found out that Jack was attracted to her, he would die tortured, and then she would. She let out another sigh and went back to looking at the sky; that wasn't important now. The first part of the plan had gone reasonably well; the three were out, alive. Now came the hard part: meeting Oliver and getting to the Gold Star without dying in the attempt. Thinking about having a life like in fairy tales had never been as accurate as it was now; Annette had a mission to keep on living to appreciate everything Colette told her as a child and have a worthy, accessible, and happy life. She joins her forehead with Jack's, clos

So she will find a way to detach herself from Evelyn. “I'm out of here. I can't withstand this hotteness anymore,” Anita said as she picked her bag, but Evelyn's sudden laugh made her sit back. “What the fuck are you laughing at?” “The weight of my crime, you say. You are no saint bitch. In fact, you are more of a devil than me. You think I didn't know that you were the one that killed Annabelle, and also caused Richard's accident five years ago.” Anita widened her eyes in shock as she gulped down. “I don't know what you are talking about.” she stutters.

“Annette your phones been ringing a lot maybe you should get it she peers up at me and looks at the phone placing the pencil she was holding in her mouth and turning her attention to her phone she opens it and smiles widely as she types away on her phone her eyes shining with lust, lust for another fucking man not having it you don't let her leave this place Javier if she does I will come forward and the results want be pretty I will tear his fuckin head off Xavier booms in my head stirring a headache from fighting him back. Annette rises to her feet and then she walks to the railing dialing a number I listen as she tries to speak in a housed tone but I can hear her still. “Hey sorry about t

She raised a hand to her forehead. “Are you alright?” I asked her first. “I’m fine,” she said. “I just had a bit of a headache come on just now.” With her confirming the pain wasn’t too bad, I pressed on. “Annette. How did you know about that story?” “What do you mean?” she asked. “I just did.” “That happened years ago,” I told her. “And… I was with Amelia at the time. Do you remember where you were? Or what you were doing? Do you remember how you heard about it?”

With tears clouding her vision, she whispered softly, her voice a little shaky, "I won't say I didn't see this coming, but the fact that I knew he was a playboy doesn't make my heart hurt less." Annette carried herself across the room to her bed, after locking the door behind her. She sunk onto her bed, enveloped by the comforter, seeking some form of comfort in its familiar embrace. As memories of Hudson's captivating smile and irresistible presence flooded her mind, mixed with the pain he has caused her since she signed that ill-fated contract, tears streamed down her eyes.

She claimed that she had been trying to call him for days but nobody was picking up. “It’s up to him now. I did my best”, I convinced myself and shook off every negative feeling I had been harboring for days. Annabel Harvey is not someone who has the luxury of worrying about others. I would never invest my time and emotions in things that won’t contribute to my ascension.

“Because you made her leave with your lies. You thought one day you’d replace her. You never did. And you never will.” He turned his chair toward the window, dismissing her with silence. Yvette left with clenched fists. He’d messed up. He knew it. He fell for Yvette’s lies and now, it was too late. Anne was gone. He’d searched every corner of the world for her but she was nowhere to be found. Later that afternoon, Anne sat in her office, a wide screen glowing before her as a major corporate client appeared on the other end of a video call. “Ms. Hathaway ,it’s an honor to have you oversee our flagship project. Your work in Paris was… exquisite.”

He wasn’t even looking around. People noticed him anyway. A conversation near the research desks quieted as he passed. One of the women there followed him with her eyes for several seconds before seeming to remember she had a computer in front of her. “Every morning,” Annette murmured behind me. I glanced back. “What?” Her eyes flicked briefly toward the other woman before she returned to her screen. “Nothing.” I looked at Harvey again. He was halfway across the floor now, dark suit immaculate, still listening to McKenzie. Another woman coming from one of the conference rooms smiled when she greeted him. Harvey acknowledged her with a brief nod and kept walking.