Annie Bramley Novels & Stories

I wanted to know everything but didn’t want to condemn my friend. “No that was a normal one, he vanished straight after” “Can I ask what do you do at the wilder parties…I’m not going to think bad of you.” “Deep down Helena, I’m an old school romantic, I’m not going to start screwing some naked girl on a table in front of a load of other men, just not my scene I’m afraid” “I think I might be sick” Bram’s character was even lower than I expected. The grim revelations made me feel unsteady on my feet.

Brenda and Amy did not help Camryn when she had a bad childhood. There was no affection between the aunts and their niece. Since they were on different sides, they could not let Camryn climb over them. If Camryn did not have Callum’s backing, how would a blind person like her be able to compete with them over the Newman family property? At that thought, Brenda did not beat around the bush but stated her purpose directly. “The thing is, Mrs. York, I saw that my niece, Camryn, is obsessed with your eldest son. He’s not some nobody, is he? My niece is too ambitious. She’s just a blind girl. How can she be worthy of Mr. York?

I continued until the sun was out on the horizon. On our way back to the Southeast Pack, Alpha Gladys begins to whisper to Bram, “Are you alright? Did you sleep at all?” “I’m okay,” Bram answers weakly. “I’m going to travel to the People’s Pack later in the day, Bram. I’m going to go see our father,” She sighs nervously, “Since you sharpened your mouth by telling everyone that I’m pregnant I hope father doesn’t hear about it until I tell him myself.” “I was doing that to stop you from drinking,” Bram sneers, his mood soured.

I got off and went to the kitchen. I need to cool down. That woman's behavior is heating up my head. Maeji is her name. She was the leader of the two, you thought they were strong and I only got sick because of the rain not because of his slap so weak. In the evening, Nica entered my room with her two friends, Shanley and Laira. "Please Sis Mary join us! It could be more fun!" Shanley even applauded. I just laughed at the way they looked.

At six months Clara has: opinions about the morning light, a preference for Ethan's shoulder over Valentina's when tired (which Valentina finds both predictable and slightly offensive and does not say so), a complete inability to be uninterested in anything that moves, and the specific quality of watchfulness that Rosa identified on the first day and that has only deepened as the weeks have accumulated.

“Absolutely not. You’re not going anywhere near that woman.” I blinked at her. “You don’t even know her.” Oma smiles, this smile that hints she definitely knows her more than I do and it just clicks that obviously she would. She was literally sent by Sasha to shadow me so it’s possible she’d know the real Katya... “She is Katya Morozova. Her family operates the ammunitions sector of the Brtava, Jo. She definitely knows how to use weapons that could kill you.” My heart stutters from the bluntness of her words. “Please... I’ll only feel at ease if I get answers from her. I need to know how she knows I’m here.”

Until one day, Uncle Bradley arrived with Ariana at their house, without Karenina and his wife, Caitlyn. And at that time, Amber learned from her parents that Uncle Bradley had been deceived and had gone bankrupt. Not long after, Uncle Bradley received divorce papers that were secretly filed by Aunt Caitlyn in court, and then he suffered a heart attack that eventually led to a stroke. Ariana, who was 10 years old at the time, was clearly in shock. She then tried to find her mother without anyone knowing, except for Amber, who was following Ariana at that time. Young Ariana begged her mother and pleaded for her to return. "Have mercy, Ma. Dad is sick. Dad had a stroke." Her young cousin even

Uncle Mike said with a confused grin. I smiled at my uncle and clapped him on the back and said, “I sure don’t Uncle Mike. But you go find your second chance mate and let me know who my new aunt is in the morning.” Alpha Baylor is a work of the imagination of Artemas J R Broyles. Thank you for reading and going along on this journey. -A :)

“I was dragged here last night, remember? I am not here to serve.” “I remember very well.” She said casually. “And I do remember your father saying that you can serve, you’re healthy and can be of our benefit.” Anya walked to the chair and picked up the clothes she had left for me. A plain dark dress. It was simple and modest, and I knew that it was much better than the torn thing I was wearing, which only made me hate it more. “You are staying in this house,” she said. “And if you are staying, you are going to be useful. I would rather not have you withering about here.”

Under another umbrella, Ariana reclined with a hand on her round belly while Alexei attempted to braid Daisy’s hair. Stacy watched with big judgy eyes. “Papa, that’s not how Mama does it.” Alexei sighed. “Well, Mama is a professional. Papa is… Papa.” Ariana laughed softly, wiping a tear of amusement. “You’re doing great, Alex.” “I’m fighting for my life,” he muttered. Daisy yanked the braid. “Papa, it’s crooked!” Stacy crossed her arms. “Papa, you’re fired.” Alexei gasped. “You can’t fire me! I’m your father!”