Annie Leonhart Novels & Stories

Got any brothers? “Omigod, Caleb, he was looking for redheads on an online dating service. Look.” As if Caleb already wasn't. His heated breath caressed her neck while he looked over her shoulder. Diana’s breathing slowed as she clicked on the attachment. After several excruciatingly slow seconds, the picture appeared. “It’s her,” Diana said. “I recognize it from the police photos in the papers—the murdered girl, Linn McGowan.” She hurriedly looked through several more emails, finding pictures of four more redheads from the online dating service.

She reached out, gingerly touched the warm metal. “Careful,” Andrei’s tone was sharp, but then he smiled apologetically. “No, sorry! Girls can shoot, too, I know. I heard of a sniper named Lyudmila at Stalingrad; she had more notches than most guys.” “Notches?” “For dead fritzes.” Svetlana did not understand but somehow his admission that she could do whatever it was that he had done with this strange object spurred her into action. She swung her legs over the edge of the sofa and stood up.

There in the bedroom, a girl was standing with clothes in her hand. “Good day Luna, my name is Anne. I brought you some clothes”, the girl said. She was about 18 years old with dark brown hair, braided to one side of her head. She had a gorgeous body. What was it with these people and their gorgeous bodies? “Um.. my name is Hailey, not Luna,” I said, looking down. “Thank you for the clothes, hope it was not too inconvenient for you”, trying on my best smile. Still smiling and with a slight bow, she just said.

she said and stood up from the bed, wore her flip-flop and opened the door to her room. " hey you've been sleeping for over an hour now" Alexis said. " I was bored so I slept off" she said as they both walked to the practice room. They met dream, branny, xandra with Mr Lee their manager waiting for them. " so Nicki can you teach us some of your dancing steps you used for the competition?" Mr Lee asked and dream cut him off. " we already have some dancing steps don't we?" dream said coldly and they all shot him a glare.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

Not in business records or patent filings or university databases. In a three-year-old society page photo from Manhattan Magazine. The caption reads: "Leon and Aria Hart at the Morrison Charity Gala." The woman in the photo looks nothing like the polished CEO from the tech conference. Her hair is different, her clothes more conservative, her posture uncertain. But the eyes are the same. Those distinctive green eyes. Tony's found the connection everyone's been missing. Dr. Aria Vale, tech genius and CEO, is Aria Hart. Leon Hart's ex-wife.

Archives section. I was surrounded by old magazines, dusty records, and bound newspapers when a glossy page caught my eye. A smiling girl—about eleven—stood proudly beside a tall, severe-looking woman with sharp cheekbones and a cold smile I knew all too well. Elane. The caption read: > “Rising Track Star: Scarlet Hopper, daughter of Elane Hopper, wins Nationals.” The breath rushed out of my lungs. Scarlet… was Elane’s daughter? It wasn’t about vengeance over Luna.

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

Betrayals. Cheating. Secrets. On the anniversary of her wedding, three years after marrying, she finds her husband sleeping with one of her best friends. Lucian Knight doesn't try to deny it. He won't say sorry. He doesn't look that sorry. The life Selena battled so long to create a devoted husband, a glorious union, a beautiful future and one shocking act destroys. Still, Lucian isn't the only thing about, which Selena has been mistaken. A few years ago before the money, the house, and the girl, Selena was merely a girl from a small, peaceful Midwestern town, who happened to run into a boy named Lucian Knight. She could never have foreseen that the proud young man sh

"don't touch." He took his hand back, worry written all over his face. "I'll make them save you, Blair." "Blair is gone, Blair is gone, no more Blair." Jack sat there thinking for a second, staring deep into my eyes, searching for answers to help them. "Luna Wicken, you are strong stronger than any other magical creature. The stroys tell the tale of how you are worshipped and feared by all. Make those stroys true and fight" he put his hand on my knee.