Annie Bramley Novels & Stories

" A commotion inside the house attracted Abram attention making him walked deep with a smile but faded quickly. " Who are you? And where is mother." His voice was chilly scaring the other person who jump in frighten. The person remove her black hoodie covering her face revealing a slime pale beauty with long curly green hair and watering green eyes. Abram heart skip a beat and was beating faster. " Please don't harm me!" (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) " My name is Anabel, * peeking at the scary man expression* the woman who once leave here took care of me, but who are you sir? ."

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?

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.”

“Yes. The project lead’s name is Briar and she could almost pass for my late wife.” Eric paused with his glass halfway to his mouth. “What are you saying?” “I am saying, I met a lady who practically looks like Briar.” “And she is also named Briar? Could that be her?” “No. Her surname is Smith, and according to her, this is her first time in Atlanta. My Briar is from here. Born and bred here before she passed away.” Eric chugged down his drink in one go, almost choking on an ice that slipped down his throat. “That is quite a tale. But then, many people bear the same name. So that doesn’t count.”

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!”

He’s grumpy but still got up and packed his things. Before he left his house his aunt came holding a bunch of dishes, he immediately gave her a hand. Aunt Anabella is Bea’s mother, the only friend of his mother who stayed through ups and downs even after the death of his mother. She never fails to give him food and always checks on Bram, especially since her best friend died. She's been giving extra care by delivering a dish that will last for 1 week every Monday. She treats him as a son since she doesn't have a son, she wants Bram to live with them but she also respects his decision to stay in his house.

He got up and told Jax, “Don’t let Anna know about Briley’s lover. We’ll stay a bit longer, then leave. Keep an eye out—don’t let any suspicious people get close.” “Understood.” Kendrick was about to leave but paused. “By the way, that girl with Aron tonight—do you know who she is?” Jax nodded. “She used to be a maid at his estate, now she’s his housekeeper.” Then he added, “But she’s probably more than just a housekeeper.” Kendrick raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

What was holding them up? I saw Marvin take out his belt and begin to beat the cook's daughter. Her screams were painful. "I hope you can live with yourself, Scarlett. Annie is just fifteen." She said, and I did not care one bit. My life was important to me too. Marvin beat Annie until she had cuts on her skin. The cook cried bitterly, and there was nothing we could do. So they chained Annie up and tied her to me. By the time they finished raiding the Redcape settlement, about Twenty-five young women had been chained up as slaves.