Annie Armin Novels & Stories

They light up every single nerve ending in my body, but in a good way. But I just don’t know him. Not really. I know of him. Kenton Clearwater, the insanely hot, 6ft 3in tall hockey player who has black hair and bright leaf green eyes. He plays center for the Northport Warriors, and is to be the future Alpha of the Artemis pack once his father steps down, or… is removed from his position through death. What is it that Axel wanted me to seek Kenton out for? I can’t help but wonder. What exactly do you know?

he said, “You’re babysitting.” “Luca but-” “No buts. You owe me. We’ll be back in a few days.” “Aruba, why?” I asked. “Why the fuck not?” Luca said as Amaani handed me Theodore’s bag. “Luca, we don’t say fuck in front of the baby,” she scolded before turning to me, “It’s our ten-year anniversary.” “Oh, I see.” “Ten years since I met the best woman in the world,” Luca said, wrapping his arm around Amaani and pressing his lips into her cheek.

Things were tough, but I was a survivor and that got me the chance to see my loved ones being proud of me and gathered under one roof. "Congratulations, sister." Armin's voice made me look back, I didn’t even realize someone was walking towards me. "Thank you. Are you back for good?" After Lou got married to Alexander last year, Armin left the country and went to Brazil. This boy always kept everything to himself, so I never got to be sure that he was in love with my best friend. "Yeah, thinking of staying here from now on." He smiled, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Look who is here."

Charlotte watched as they glanced at each other with pained expressions. “Arthur found Lenna outside the woods when he was on his morning run one day. She was covered in blood and dirt. It also looked like she had been in a fire since her clothes were burned in some places. She wasn’t dead though, she was conscious and she asked for Arthur’s help but refused to go to a hospital. Arthur…he was worried she’d die without treatment, so he brought her home…and called us. My wife, she took care of her wounds….It was…it was unbelievable. She looked so fragile, ready to die any minute….but only after a few hours of getting the proper treatment, she started recovering. It was…as if she was never so s

I gave her a thumbs up, ganoon din ang ginawa ni Armina. Armina helped me fixed my things. Nauna kasi siyang natapos sa aming lahat. Nahuhuli na naman sa ginagawa si Ena dahil nanatili pa ng ilang minuto sa banyo. We were called afterwards for late breakfast so we scrambled outside. Hindi na natapos ang pagliligpit sa mga damit ni Ena. Baka hindi pa kami makasali sa late breakfast, ang mahal pa naman ng pagkain sa hotel!

going to be our tutor" this time, it was Amalia who questions not believing her ears..." why? you think a man can't teach pool dance?" he questions raising a brow at them..."no, no...it's not the case Mr., it's just that...I was"..." shocked? or should I use the word surprised?" he said and the girls nod their heads and a light smile creeps on his lips ..." hi girls...sorry I am late" a female voice rings from behind making the girls turn to the direction of the voice. It was a lady, she was very beautiful...she was dressed in black leggings and a tank top, her face was as white as silk with her mahogany hair tied in a clean bun. she stood tall before them because of the heels she was putti

Amaria clasped her hands together. "Ammon," Amaria summoned, Ammon spawned from her shadow and stretched a bit, "yes mas- no I mean Lady - ah no umm Amaria," Amaria twitched her brows, pinched the bridge of her nose, and sighed tiredly, "Anyway, Ammon will infiltrate their underground hideout" "And us? " Dove inquired, and Amaria replied, "We just need to know what she's hiding, and once we find out, we'll know what to do from there."

For the first time, I felt truly in it, not just adjacent. Eventually, the collective teasing gaze of the table landed on its favorite target: Arman. Arman was… something else. A foreign exchange student from some northern country, he looked like he’d stepped out of a classical painting. Wavy brown hair, eyes the color of a summer sky, tall with the lean, strong build of a swimmer. He was also quiet, incredibly kind, and intelligent. And every single day, it seemed, someone worked up the courage to confess their feelings to him. He would always refuse with a gentle, polite finality that left no room for argument but also no lasting bitterness.

Nic says with a playful groan. “How is he by the way? And yes Castries is definitely better than New York. I knew even after just three hours there.” I say. “He’s fine. He’s absolutely loving New York, for some reason. I’m dragging him to a spa with me today. He’s cursing me now but he’ll be thanking me when my favourite masseuse, Armin, lays his magic hands on him.” “Ohh Armin. I remember you mentioned him once.” “Yeah. He’s the muscle whisperer for sure. Anyway, what’re you doing today?”

His name is Armin Hosseini, who seemed to be eager to meet Damien already. Damien did a quick background check on Armin. It turned out the man was no common criminal. He was Harvard-educated and highly intelligent, which means Damien had to tread carefully around him. "Damien Sky, it's an honor," Armin Hosseini flashed him a pleasant grin. He was almost as tall as Damien with pitch-black hair and full-faced beard. His smile was deceivingly friendly. Who knows what kind of devil hid behind it, Damien thought.