Novel & Cerita Annie Knitts

"Do you think this scarf is beautiful?" "Yes, the scarf is very beautiful. Mom's knitting is so neat." Angel said as she looked at the knitted scarf she was holding. "It would be nice if I had time to learn to knit from you." "Of course you can learn from me. I'd be happy to teach you." Angel was silent for a moment before speaking again, "Does learning to knit take a lot of time? I don't have much time left." Anne smiled, but her heart seemed to break after listening to Angel's words. But Anne held it in so that the sad atmosphere did not overtake them. "Learning to knit only takes a moment. You're smart anyway. I'm sure in a day you'll be like a pro."

Kate POV “I Challenge Katelyn Adams for the Alpha title of the Golden Moon Pack!”. I couldn’t believe what I had heard. It was resonating through my mind, without fully comprehending. Looking into the crowd I wait for the voice to come forward. It’s familiar but with the crowd who jumped up loudly the voice was lost in the crowd.

Now that she was right in front of him, walking toward his car, he felt his body react in a way that was dangerous. Kane inhaled sharply. She was small. Petite in height, but fucking curvy. Her black jeans hugged her thighs and ass in a way that made his grip on the steering wheel tighten. The black turtleneck she wore was tucked in neatly, accentuating her waist. And that damn hair—fiery red waves spilling from her loose bun, falling around her face like a halo. The contrast of her—soft, warm, and expressive—against the darkness of the underground fighting world made her look like something otherworldly.

I need to be present for my friends today. Anthony stands in front of the full-length mirror, his shoulders rigid under the black fabric of his wedding suit. He fumbles with his left cufflink, his thumb sliding off the silver metal twice. I step up behind him, knocking his hands out of the way. I grab the silver cufflink, forcing the small metal post straight through the stiff fabric of his sleeve. "Stop moving," I grit out in a raw voice. "You’re going to tear the seams before you even walk out there."

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

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.

Her back was turned in my direction so she hadn't seen me yet. Anita was dressed in a dark-green, handmade knitted female sweatshirt, a tight black leather pants and a handmade knitted clutch purse and black leather boots. Her long and wavy brunette hair, fell down her back, adding more feminity to her feminine bodily charms. Her sweatshirt and clutch purse was obviously one of the latest collections from the famous AMC brand. She had modeled for them in one of her recent commercials. It was a unique brand and their products worth all the hype they usually get.

She destroyed mine. "She didn't even do anything wrong." Aniya scoffed, suppressing the part of her that was her mother's toy. By Ignas, she wasn't going back to this! She just wanted to be better, be a good mother, and see her son again. What she wanted was simple, and she didn't need this complication. Her gaze moved to the small table where she had her knitting equipment. The knitting pin was there, along with the threads. She had been knitting Arlo socks for a while now. Someone always came to collect it. A woman, a very nice woman, she was really encouraging too.