Annie Bramley Novels & Stories

Shane and Bea found an incredible amount of amusement from my annoyance but John stopped them from making any stupid comments in attempts to prevent me from snapping at someone. At the end of the day, I was getting in my car when a voice called out to me. "Miller!" I turned around to see Jasmine speed-walking over to me. She was trying to wince from the pain that was still there due to her injuries. It made me even more angry seeing her in pain because she doesn't deserve that. It made me even more and more angry that she was trying to hide it from me because she didn't have to hide anything from me.

“To get to Layla. Barbara thought if she could discredit Layla, she could take over Annie’s care. It was all part of her plan to insert herself into our family.” “How much progress had Annie made?” “She could stand for minutes at a time. Move her toes. Her reflexes were returning.” “And now?” “Now she can barely feel anything below her waist.” Charlotte stared at our daughter for a long moment. Then she approached the wheelchair slowly. “Annie?” she said softly. “Baby girl?” Annie looked up at her with wide, uncertain eyes. “Are you really my mama?” “Yes, sweetheart,” Charlotte said, tears gathering in her eyes. “I’m really your mama.”

said Clarita to Byan, who was playing with Yara and Yandra. Byan turned to look at his wife's beautiful face. "Don't thank me, dear; this is my job. I hope everything goes smoothly. I really love you." Clarita blushed, nodded, and hid her head in the crook of Byan's neck. "Um, Miss Clarita, sorry, can we talk together?" asked Bram, who suddenly appeared in front of her. "Hey Bram, what's wrong?" Clarita asked, confused. Bram seemed hesitant to convey what was in his heart. “You guys just chat first. Maybe there is something important that Bram wants to convey." Clarita nodded in compliance with her husband's words.

Before I could answer Braylon, Grandma Briella immediately intervened in the conversation, and because of what she said, I couldn't help but widen my eyes and then looked at the old woman. "O-Oh, Grandma. Braylon will be my date. Rest assured that B-Bryce has a date! I can put up with Braylon's rudeness for one night." I immediately refused at the same time as I agreed to Braylon's offer. "What? But I want you and my Bryce to be at my anniversary party as the date of each other.” Sadness immediately appeared in the voice and face of the old woman, so I immediately look away. I can't think of any consolation for the old woman right now!

"Yes! See Scarlett understands. And there's nothing wrong with doing it Lee. I say kudos to you. Your babies will be gorgeous. Mixed babies always are." "Alright Auntie Abigail, I'm gonna take this." Lee grabbed her drink from her hand. "I love you but you're doing that thing again where you drink a little too much and say casually racist things. You should have some water." "Oh you never let me have any fun Brantley." She pouted. "Lighten up, you've got a gorgeous girl with a tight ass who wants to have sex with you. You shouldn't be this uptight. Lovely, to meet you Scarlett, we'll talk more when Mr. Cranky over here isn't around."

And she really felt bad that’s why she was helping him. It really did get her contemplating about how familiar the tracing number was and how similar it was to the employees’ numbers in their documents though she couldn’t really assume too much since she wasn’t familiar with it at all. She just remembered. Speaking of remembering, the burner phone that was given to her by Krister popped into her mind and swiftly, she went to the cabinets and pulled it out, a sigh escaping her lips. She could use the phone in her advantage,

Clara said crying and this time real tears came out, she tried not to feel hurt by their betrayal but thinking about how she wholeheartedly loved both of them made her so sad and her tears drew mother James and father James into the hall both having angry expressions on their faces. Annie, James mother scoffed in anger as she looked at crying Clara and she couldn't take it anymore she had to hit her palms together to make her stop which eventually worked and Clara soon quiet down while sniffing. " What's going on here and why was it that none of you were around the party to toast our guests," Annie asked looking both at James and Clara but none of them replied. Annie is a young woman in her

She excitedly tells me, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing around her heart shaped face. Christine is really a lovely lady. She is short, probably barely five feet tall, and dainty. Her facial expressions are quite entertaining, her freckled nose crinkled up and it wouldn’t take an empath to tell that what she was thinking about was icky. Confused, I gawk at her. “Warrior?” I ask. “Yeah, Bobby Ray told me that Deputy Scott found your camera and there was a video of you kicking the shit out of those two guys.” She explains.

Nerissa said. What else could Blaire say when Annie was already here? She couldn't just send Annie away. All she could do was force a smile. "Of course not. I'm glad Annie wanted to visit. How are your parents?" "They're well. Thank you for asking, Mrs. Yorksworth." Blaire shot Cameron a guilt-ridden glance and said, "Let's wash up and eat." "Let me help, Ma'am." Annie had a leg injury that left a lasting impact. It wasn't noticeable when she stood still, but it was obvious when she limped with every step.