Annie Knitts Novels & Stories

I hissed losing my temper with both him and the wretched sunflowers. "Sorry little miss angsty," he grumbled quietly. "What's got your panties in a twist?" "You." A few seconds later we finally reached the edge of the field and escaped the claws of the sunflowers. I looked up as I wiped the sweat from my brow to come face to face with a slender, tall woman. She was thin and bony but muscular and strong too. Her dead straight brunette hair reached the end of her spine and her harsh piercing dark eyes remained fixated on the two of us. Her skin was smooth over the pointed features of her face and she wore a serious, motionless expression. I'd put her around forty give or take a few years.

Erika’s POV The last few days in Killian’s pack could be considered quite peaceful. I had a feeling that he must have done something and even though I wanted to be out of there, I was still grateful that I didn’t have to leave like some criminal. “Let’s go and grab lunch first,” Anita said as she pulled away the knitting pins from my hands. Unlike back in our old pack, the knighthowl pack didn’t use omega for unnecessary labor like washing clothes for spoilt brats and ironing.

The tears kept coming, and she felt her shoulders shaking with sobs. Chantelle took a few more deep breaths, trying to steady herself. She knew she had to keep going, had to get through this day and then figure out a way to escape from this place. She turned on the vacuum cleaner and started working on the living room, trying to lose herself in the repetitive motions. But the work only seemed to make her more upset, and she had to stop several times to wipe away the tears that kept coming. Finally, she was done vacuuming, and she moved on to mopping the kitchen floor. It was slow, tedious work, and it seemed to take forever. But at last she was done with everything including cooking. She loo

The first thing I see is a poster of a cow chopped into labeled sections. The poking already gave me a pretty solid hint, but I’m definitely at Doc Merrin’s place. "How long have I been out?" "Two nights." She peels the dressing off my side and studies what's under it. "You're knitting well considering the state you were in. Not as fast as you'd like, I’m sure, but most others would be dead. You can tell me when you feel ready to sit up, and you'll tell me the truth about it for once and not try to be all heroic."

Naina was staring at Nicki, and noticed something was off about her today, but it seems she couldn't get a hold of that thing. " Wait Nicki while did you cover your hair" Naina frowned and silver laughed. " I tinted her hair pink so I guess she shy to remove her cap" silver said amidst laughter " Hey am not shy, am just not comfortable with tinting my hair" Nicki defended herself. " So remove it then" merrissa and Naina said at a time " Fine!! fine I would remove it" Nicki said and removed it, almost imeeimmedia merrissa and Naina shouted and all eyes turned to to them, and even the summers aren't left out.....

“Miss, here are the papers that need your signature for the finalization of the Spring Collection that will be featured in our fashion show.” My assistant came into my office and handed me a stack of papers. My name is Nagatsuka Akina, I’m the Founder and CEO of Hanazu Couture. Although my company hasn’t been around for as long as the other famous brands out there, we’ve become a household name in the fashion industry. I’ve worked tirelessly for the last 15 years to make this company what it is today.

Kaitlyn sat on a chair at the window and took her knitting box, it didn’t take long before she started knitting. Out of the entire Jules family, she had been able to have connection with only one person. It wasn’t an ideal type of relationship she wanted to have with an in-law but Nicholas was her only option at getting rid of pesky things. It wasn’t ideal but she wasn’t complaining, as long as her brother-in-law was useful whenever she needed him. Her thoughts ran a thousand miles in her head before coming to a halt, her brain quieted and the silence surrounding her became even more pronounced, but her hand never stopped moving and she knitted into the night.

When dinner was over and Kathy had cleared the dishes, her dad excused himself while her mom stayed. ″Sweetheart, I have some designs to make. I was wondering if you'd like to join me,″ her mom said. Anna's mother was the owner of Your Style fashion house. She had several branches in different countries and had recently moved her head office in America to New York city. ″No mom,″ Anna said standing up. ″I have to get some sleep.″ Her mom looked downcast but agreed anyway. ″Okay dear,″ she said as Anna left the table and went to her room but not before wishing Katherine a good night.

I grimaced at the sight of the unimpressive girl before me, and she mimicked the movement. I was never the type of person to wear a ton of make-up or who dressed in revealing clothes. I had my own style. It was basic and plain, according to Lana. I pulled the brush through my lightly damp hair. The gentle waves looked okay, but the slight frizz made me wrinkle my nose in annoyance. I didn’t other to try and tame the beast, it was just going to be set free after gym anyway. A glance at the clock let me know that I needed to hurry, so I sat on the edge of my bed and pulled on my old converse.

"How time flies. I can't believe they are gone for that long" "I can't believe that either" Ella said, walking in. "I miss them so much" she added and sat down beside Anna. "I never knew you knit, Anna" "I do know how to knit but I hate it. It's so tiring" Anna replied, dropping the sock she had just finished knitting. She stretched a bit and groaned slightly. "I think I am tired" Emerald laughed slightly. "Tired to knit or tired to talk?" "Tired to knit of course. Who gets tired to talk?" Anna asked and Ella laughed.