Annie Bramley Novels & Stories

“Sometimes Granny escapes her nurse. Let’s sit down, have a cup of tea, and chat.” “I …I don’t know,” Amy stammered. “Please, Amy, it’s safe to stay. Granny won’t be back,” the woman insisted. “Andy told me you girls were here. I’m Amelia Archer. I’m Andy’s older sister and your aunt.” Amy’s eyes widened even more, and she sat on a club chair against the wall to avoid being attacked from behind. Amelia began to pour the tea. “I wish I could blame Granny’s behavior on her dementia, but I’m afraid she’s always been a domineering harridan.”

Grace warned while removing a piece of leave from her mouth. "Why should I?" Annie suddenly lift her foot and stomp hard onto his stomach. She instantly made him his in shock. "Are you crazy. Aaron is blind." Grace tried to push her away but instead Annie give another push as she again tried to reach Aaron. "I really don't care what's wrong with him. I just have this unbelievable urge to do bodily harm to both of you." To reinforce her declaration she suddenly chased Grace swinging a piece of branch around making the other woman run screaming in the direction of the side entrance of the mansion.

"Mr. Brantley, I didn't obey Ronan and slipped away. Mr. Brantley, when are you coming back? Mr. Bennett's been crippled. He's guarding the ancestral shrine and tomb now. It's pitiful." Ralph still saw Bennett as the leader. Brantley snapped out of it, rage surging like a tidal wave. "Dad!" Harmoni completely broke down. She fainted on the spot. "Harmoni!" Brantley caught her. "I got it. Stay safe. This grudge will be avenged!" With that, he ended the call. His face twisted with fury. His chest felt like it would explode. In the end, he couldn't hold it in. He coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Anabelle watched her father and bit the inside of her cheek gloomily. " Don't mind your father. He cares about you, and you have his support in this fight! Iris is surely going down, on my watch!" Vera told her daughter and encouraged her. She patted Annabelle's shoulder.. ~~~~ Arnold got to the graveyard, where Anita's late mother was buried, which was located at the back yard of his large house. He knelt down and rubbed the top of the graveyard with a tangled mixed look. Seeing Anita today and engaging in a conversation with her, made him to recalled Anita's late mother, who was his first wife, and he felt somewhat bad.

Straight into the blaze. I heard her scream once as she vanished into the smoke. I saw the orange light illuminate her silhouette as she threw herself through the collapsing beam to reach the back room, where Evelyn was trapped, holding that infant in her arms. The woman who I swore to kill with her heir that she gave to him. Her son gave him strength and that is not something that I wanted. It stabilized his position while it weakened my claim and I was going to take them both. My woman stopped that.

I said out aloud and both of them looked up at me with a smile. "Ara! you're back!" She climbed down the sofa and rushed over to me. I picked her up and she blessed me with her kisses on the face. I giggled and kissed her back. "Aw someone was excited to see me," I said and she nodded enthusiastically. I put her down and went to the kitchen to fetch something to drink. We had some orange juice and I poured it into a glass before going to sit with them and watch cartoons. Brenna was our next-door neighbor. She was a polite lady in her early forties and often babysat Crystal, my niece on weekdays as on weekends I was home I used to take her responsibility.

Harold Aaron gathered all the findings of his investigation together, and waited, he was waiting for the day to bring it into limelight. He wondered how everyone who now applauded them would feel. Later in the day, there was a fight between Anna Brook and Damian Cross' mother. When she saw that things had changed between her Son and herself, she frowned and knew that Anna Brook was behind the act. She no longer has the family purse and couldn't dictate what and what not to be done in the house anymore.

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

I didn't know what was shocking her, that I had friends or that seniors decided to grace my locker with their presence today? "What are you doing here?" Mason asked her with a glare. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I was expecting that question from Colton or Vanessa or even Brooke, but definitely not Mason. "I came to give her the cheerleading uniform for tryouts today", she said. "You mean for the tryouts or for the stupid bet you forced her into?" Brooke asked. "..." Kimberly was speechless. "Annabelle does not need to prove anything to you. We all confirmed that she's a Siromani last night, didn't we?" Colton asked no one in particular.

I nod, "My name is Heather Scott, I'm Jimmy's wife. Jim Scott, number forty-eight." As if I fucking know who that is. I make a 'ohhh' noise and nod a lot. "You're Bramsy's girl, right? We love him so much. They're just roughing him up a little," she says with a southern American accent and waves the abuse off like it's nothing. Like Bram is not literally begging them to stop right now, while they're still pushing him from one Seagull to the next, "It's so nice to finally meet you. We've been talking about you since your daddy’s gala. We've been so excited. Come on, I'll introduce you to the rest of the girls."