Annie Bramley Novels & Stories

Why am I looking at him like this? "I wanted to talk to you," he says smoothly, tilting his head ever so slightly. Adrian suddenly steps forward, grabbing my arm gently in his hand. He is the complete opposite of me in this situation; calm, professional. My bet is that I am probably still bright red. I mean, I can't even get my hands to stop quivering by my side. "She has a private office," Adrian tells him, stepping up to his role of assistant at the one time I don't appreciate. All I want to do is tell Alpha Grayson to leave, so I don't have to face this current embarrassment.

--- “Be quiet,” my aunt mumbled. “You will be quiet, young woman. Look at you saying things like that to me... You're on the news, on magazines as the woman always assaulted and always bearing bruises. That your mother did—that! Your father never laid his hands on her. The disgrace you bring, the shame, desperation to have a man? It makes me want to vomit... on your face. You're just that one taint in our family name that we can't get away from. No wonder your brother is always running from you. You're just insufferable. And after everything you coin it as your fault. Despicable!”

Brahim accepted without further obstacles. They waited to inspect each of the loads they had prepared and to check the fidelity of the men in charge of transporting them before leaving. The eldest of the brothers invited the youngest to eat at his house. “I would love to,” Brahim said, thinking how much his beautiful sister-in-law would dislike seeing him back in her house. He turned to his brother who was driving the Mustang. “Bethany has been asking me so many questions about our dear Anne Johnson.” -You too? - She said, almost without surprise. - Since the wedding day, he has done nothing but ask me about her. Tell me, is it normal for a woman to want to find out about her husband's ex-gi

Their leader, the bastard, stood in human form, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched them. Ariana, who looked down at her feet, avoided looking at her daughter as the men walked toward us, fighting to grab her. I growled, wanting to fight only for him to grab me by my head and literally throw me back on the wall. My heart raced, and fighting, Katerina tried pulling away from one of the men whose arms tightened around her. Alexander sped toward them only to freeze when he was staked in his chest, causing Caterina to cry out. She went to approach him, wanting to pull the stake out only for the man who had her in his arms to snap her neck, causing her body to drop. My heart raced, and

She could remember driving her dad's car—trying to control the brakes of the car which seemed not to be in control anymore – driving off lane, and then, running into a tree. Although no investigations were carried out about her car accident, one thing is for sure: either someone who wants her dead tampered with the brakes of the car or, the brake got faulty due to the car's poor maintenance. It was an old car anyway, so having such an accident could be considered… normal? Besides, who in the world would want a lonely ass girl like her dead? Back then, her life was as peaceful as still water with barely any friends, well, except now that her life seems to turn out chaotic after getting marrie

JANE I heard the words leave my mouth before I could stop them. "It's only fair to end this with a little bit of crass, is it not?" His eyebrows went up. Interest flickered across his face. I stood, tucking the bills into my purse with deliberate slowness. Five hundred dollars. That was textbooks and maybe even groceries that weren't ramen. My hands weren't shaking anymore. I was Jailbird now. Fully Jailbird. Jane Puckett was locked away somewhere safe.

He ran all the way out to the porch but he could still hear her wails and curses at him. ….. Matthew wasn’t sure how long had passed but it felt like an eternity for him. Bran finally came out of the house to look for Matthew. Matthew was watching the farmers and beefaloes plough the field on one side. Matthew turned around when he noticed Bran walking toward him. “How is she?” Matthew asked. “She’s sleeping now. Dad’s beside her to keep her company.” “What happened back there?” “She sometimes just does that. Screaming for no reason and sometimes it takes longer to calm her down. Sorry that this had to happen now.”

“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.”

Maybe bravery is a merit, even for a slave. “ Who are you?” I ask her. She lowers her head and says in a low voice, “ Mr. Stark, I am Ann. I am a nurse.” “ Since your voice is so low, I think your name should be Ant.” “Ah?” Ann is surprised. Maybe because she does not know how to react, she keeps silent. “ I remember that Grace is in charge of Emelia. Why does not Grace come here herself?” Before Ann answers me, I already know the answer. Grace is always arrogant and orders others to do things for her as if she is a real princess. “ I... I do not know. Grace asked me to come here.”

It seems that my father and Blake have forgotten that they WILLINGLY gave up the title! I am pulled out of my thoughts when Tammy touches my arm. I snap my head to where she is touching me and Jackson growls. I feel repulsed by her touch and disgusted by the lustful look in her eyes when I look at her. "It is a real...pleasure to finally meet you, Braxton. Your mother tells me that your mate is most likely dead since you haven't found her." She says in what I am assuming is her seductive voice, but it just makes me cringe.