Annie Bramley Novels & Stories

At the foot of the stairs, Annabelle saw her—a woman in her late forties, golden-brown hair in a severe bun, black netted dress like armor, silver stilettos clicking as she loomed over a trembling maid. “That’s Miss Britney White,” the young maid whispered. “Mr. Barton’s maternal aunt. She raised him, so he respects her… as an elder.” Annabelle’s gaze hardened. “Elder?” she said under her breath. “If bullying staff and swearing like a dockworker counts, maybe I’ve been using the wrong dictionary.” The maid hesitated, then added, “She lives in L.A., but whenever she visits… she acts like she owns the place. Always looking for someone to put down.”

She knew that if what happened to end of the story really come true, Aunt Melba and her family will do everything to look for Adrian and love him as a family. “Hey, Anne, Anaya said that you have been discharged. Look at that, you want to monopolize all the best men by having a pool party right at your husband’s house. Can’t you be more shameless than this?” the woman cross her hand on her chest, which resulted in pushing her fake bosom, with her provoking smile. Arrianne frowned. ‘Who the hell is she?’ she thought to herself. She can’t remember her character. ‘Is she trying to humiliate me in front of Harvey’s friends and in her own house? Well, she should think twice but she will never bac

Rayne answered her. "She's the exceptional, Nicole," Atticus told his wife. His wife... I wanted Rayne to be my wife, I wanted her to have my last name. She already had it because she was the first lady of Harlow, but I wanted it to be official. "I'm sorry, the what?" Rayne asked him. "That's what you're called here. We call you the exceptional because you broke all the rules," Atticus explained to her. "I know our visit is making you curious, but there is a serious matter that cannot be ignored and it's quite unprecedented," I spoke.

So maybe I’m overreacting, he’s not mine and I’m not his. I’ve been busy working at the diner a lot recently and I actually made some work friends. Amelia who just turned 18 recently, she hasn’t shifted yet, something about it’s better to shift around your mate. An she hasn’t found her mate yet, she’s actually new to our pack and hasn’t really got to meet anyone due to working all the time. Amelia is really pretty and she’s super nice. She has auburn hair, grayish/blue eyes, about an inch shorter than me. An she’s really skinny, toned, smaller boobs than mine, but she makes up for it with her big butt. I laugh with her all the time wishing the moon goddess would’ve blessed me with more jun

I saw as I start driving to the pack house. As I pull up and park in front of the pack house, my dick gets hard all over again, as I step out of my car and see Scarlett waiting outside the packhouse, leaning against the railing of the porch. Her long, chocolate brown hair is in loose waves down her back and I can see her bright green eyes from here. Her curves look perfect in a red dress that wraps around her body, showcasing her cleavage as it ties at the waist. Her legs, perfectly toned from all her time training and sparring, look they need to be wrapped around me as she stands in a pair of black stiletto heels. Before she has a chance to move even an inch, I’m out of my car and on the po

Hue stepped into the grand sitting room of the Conner mansion, feeling an uneasy tension in the air. As soon as he entered, his eyes were drawn to the stern faces around him. His parents, Anna and Dave Conner were seated together, their expressions grim. Across from them, Charles Brooks sat beside his wife, Lily, and they looked equally displeased. Dean Brooks was standing, his face twisted with anger, while Amanda sat with her head slightly bowed, an expression of defiance mixed with something unreadable on her face.

I needed her to know. “Gabe, man, slow down,” Nick said with a smirk. I frowned at him and grabbed a big bite of my pancake. “Gabriel and Aria need to talk about something, Mom,” Nick said. “Would you mind keeping Anne company?” “Of course,” Mrs. Black said with a big smile on her face. “We will have so much fun, Ann.” I loved Mrs. Black. She was an amazing woman. She was always in a good mood and willing to help. I was glad I had her in my life.

Bellamy ran after the five years old girl who was a carbon copy of her father. “ Kiara listen to your mother. " Nicklaus said sitting down reading a magazine. “ I don't know why I relived your nanny for the day. You're a handful." Bellamy groaned. “ Mummy!" Little Arthur cried. He was three years old, two years younger than Kiara. He was the exact carbon copy of Bellamy. “ Heavens! Nanny!" Bellamy screamed. “ You sent her home, remember? “ Nicklaus chuckled. " All you ever do since we got here is read that magazine. I need help with the kids before the ball. “ Bellamy rolled her eyes at him.

“I’ve called an Uber. It should be here in a minute or two. Let’s go.” Denny stepped forward, “I really think you should wait for Royal. What if Precious wants you, Famke?” “Then Royal can bring her to Famke,” Bram interrupted. “But –” “Look at my sister!” Bram finally snapped. “Look at her. She’s pale. She’s not speaking, and this is a woman who never backs down. Yet, she’s trembling. Her heart is broken. She just had her entire life and secrets spilled to a room of fifty strangers with more arriving by the minute and all she needs is to breathe. If he wants her, he will come to her but I’m not letting her stay in this clusterfuck a minute longer.”

Brad cranes his neck, looking over at Nick, who's obliviously watching the previews, and then says to Beth, "Want some popcorn?" as if trying to divert her attention. It was sweet of him, I'll give him that. Unfortunately, it's pretty clear Beth's not the kind of girl who would notice. She's already too mad at everyone else to care.