Annie's Fiction Novels & Stories

Anne defends herself. “You are writing novels. Why don’t you pursue that?” I asked her. She told us that since college, she used to write stories. She shook her head. "I am too busy.” “But you have finished stories, right?” Iya asked. It's only been a week since I met Anne, and today was our first girl bonding, but we already know so much about each other. Well, I guess that is the girl's hidden talent. We catch up so fast, and we gather things so quickly.

"No Ayan lunch is almost ready for just five minutes. Stay for lunch " "Thank you, but I should leave " "Come on Ayan please stay for lunch " she is just like my sister, no one can deny them. "Fine, but you will let me help you in the kitchen," I thought she will deny but she agreed. I always help my mother in the kitchen I like to do so. Cooking is a hobby for me, it relaxes me and takes my mind off things. Anam was still asleep when we had lunch, it was nice to be around Anam's sisters. they were funny and reminded me of my own sister. Throughout lunch, Noori kept making puppy faces to convince Hayat for dessert but Hayat ignored her. it was quite amusing. After lunch, I left to get back t

NOTICE TO READERS This book and all its contents are a product of the author's imagination and are entirely fictional. Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed the story! Best regards. ~ANNA’S POV~ Two days had passed since Kevin's departure, and the mansion had reverted to its tranquil state. The atmosphere was serene once more, and I was grateful for the peace and quiet. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over everything. It was the perfect day to indulge in a refreshing swim.

The anchor added. Anna smiled again. "Thanks, a lot!" She exclaimed. "But for readers who haven't read your book yet, do you have any pre-talk for them, anything like a small gist, you wanna give them?" "Umm..." Anna thought for a second. "My novel, The story of me is...a journey of a simple girl who overcomes her fears with the help of her surroundings, the story is quite simple when I wrote it and thought about it. I had never thought that it would grab so much attention." She scoffed slightly.

Maybe they poisoned the food so they could have easy access to that unlimited black card in her room. Anais was close to tears now. She stared at the plate. Instead of eggs, she saw little yellow monsters dancing on her plate. She picked up a whole apple instead. “What is it? You don’t like eggs?” His mother asked. Anais jumped at the sudden question. No one seemed to notice. “N-no. I'm on a diet.” There was a snort from Fiona, but apart from that, no one said anything. That’s it. Something was definitely up.

Jackie. Like I'm some joke. All because Anne had one good hair day and learned how to talk back. Well, congrats to her. She won the fight. But the war? That's just beginning. Because I'm not done with her. Girls like Anne don't last. She's new, she's shiny, but she doesn't know what it takes to be on top. Doesn't know how to fight to stay there. And if someone's pulling strings to prop her up? I'll find them. I've got enemies—I know that. So did Lara. So did Craig.

Life was peaceful the way it was, and yes; there were shitty bumps here and there, but I would choose this life over everything else. “Are you done brooding over that loser and ready to get back to living?” My gaze narrowed at Anna who was curled on the couch with a book in her hand. For a reader like her, she sure hated fiction and focused on the whole philosophy shit. Those were probably why she was still mopping around full five days after the disastrous date night with that dickhead she brought here. She heaved out a loud sigh before dropping the book into her lap and facing me. I braced my hands onto my hips and glowered hard!

Her hair was beautiful that's why she took good care of them. "Who told you that people don't read romance. People like me do. And about that spicy thing they can imagine on their own. What if a child found my book and start reading that things?" Anna said as she could not endure the insult of romance. She wrote novels but they were simple, slow, and rhythmically yet people found that boring.

"Anna Harris, the only daughter of businessman Liam Harris found in a hotel suite with a man whose idenity isn't revealed by the hotel staff. She didn't look in a presentable state when she was caught on the camera. It happens on the same day when Liam Harris got arrested for money laundering and stealing technology from his rival company." I couldn't read it anymore. They have published more shit about her and the more I read the bullshit, the more my anger reaches to a dangerous level. I'd burn down these media houses for sure but right now, her pale blue eyes conjures my mind. They made a fun of her dignity in front of the whole world.

I’ve lived my life, protecting myself from the world, from disappointment, betrayal and lies, but with her, I began to bring down those walls until I didn’t even know when my feelings developed into so much more without even seeing a glimpse of her. I skim over her collection, Motorcycle Club, Mafia... Disney Villain tales… and then there are the classics that she accidentally slipped out that she reads before denying she read them. I crouch down. They may be at the bottom, but the books have been read and I can’t help but smile. Jane Eyre, Anne of Green Gables, Pride and Prejudice, The Thirteenth Tale… Smiling, I take out the first book in the Anne of Green Gables collection, remembering ho