Novel & Cerita Annie's Fiction

Your wolf like ways so oft recurring In my mind like mourning doves. Lillia Talts Morrison. The next few days passed in a blur for Annie. Work was as busy as usual and if she wanted any free time at the weekend then she was going to have to mark the finished assignments that had been submitted early. She would stay up late each night trying to get as far ahead as she could, it was better than sleeping anyway as she was still dreaming of Hugh every time she closed her eyes. Still, even though she felt tired, she was still happier than she had felt in ages, to the point that even her colleagues had noticed. By Wednesday night, Annie was already deciding what she was going to wear to dinner and

Alex asked quietly. Anna who was looking at him opened her hand and grabbed the coffee cup in front of her. "You're crossing the line, Alex. You're making fun of me." "No, I do not." "Yes, otherwise you wouldn't have taken my manuscript and brought it to some unknown person!" Anna clutched her glass. She wrote the script to satisfy her fantasy. She was a well-known writer for several commercial projects. But only this script, only for this story, she was never published it. It became her treasure.

The team leader stare at Anny surprisingly, Fred also look at her with disbelief, Anny look to Fred happily butp she see that he is really shocked, Anny look really happy as she sees the team jubilating, she feel like she is alive doing again, that is her passion, computer, she love anything about it so much, she is an hacker Then when her mother died and her father turn against her by putting the whole household responsibility on her including her going to college, it was thanks to her hacking skills that help her greatly Though no one knows that she do something like that expect her best friend Ricky, then, apart from her per term jobs, that is what she do secretly to take care of the hous

I said as I try to drink my glass of margarita with yellowish water below and something greenish above it I just have to follow as those distinguished women do to the movies and dramas that I watched. It’s a good thing that Mr. Roland, my grandfather’s secretary taught me all about the important person in the world of business in every country. Every person my family knows and the family friends. My disguise is actually the face of real Annabel Santimillion, a very powerful woman in the fashion industry. She is also my grandmother’s best friend and was her partner in businessman but... now since my grandma is dead, my grandpa and Annabel Santimillion are the ones continuing my grandma’s drea

" She was wearing an elegant red printed dress and her hair was up in a bun. She looked stunning and irresistible even without wearing lipstick. I began to feel a tingling in my back and my heart skipped a beat. The librarian scolded some brats who were making noise and I took advantage of a moment of absent-mindedness to signal Monica. She understood instantly. 'Hi, I'm Anna,' I said holding out my hand, which she shook weakly. 'Monica,' she replied indifferently. The best thing for both of us was to pretend it was the first time we had met. So we disguised ourselves as skillfully as we could by talking about the genius of Stratford-upon-Avon, until we were shooed away and the room closed.

She was fainted Tha-wait. You gotta be kidding me Daphne! She didn't even have a chance to know that Anastacius was there at the incident that day unless she was faking being unconscious. Damn, she faked it! She didn't faint, she was wide awake that day and she didn't even bother to save me or she already knew that they weren't harmful. That Dylan and microwave guy. Don't tell me...........don't tell me that it was just a plan. Fucking bitch of an author who told you to turn a Romantic Novel into a thriller one.

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Her legs gave out, and she collapsed into her chair like her bones had been removed. My aunt shrieked and fainted on the spot. My uncle scrambled to hold her up, pressing her philtrum to revive her. “Impossible! You cheated! You must’ve cheated! Tell me!” “Look at you, completely losing it. How could I cheat? I’m just a bookworm, remember?” Though it was true that I was a bookworm, my friends weren’t. While I studied abroad, I’d taken on some ghost-writing jobs to survive. That was how I met Annie.

CHAPTER 1 ANNIE'S POV A loud scream escaped my lungs, immediately my body touched the freezing water. My arms and legs wiggling to hold down my body from drowning. Immediately, I heard laughter from the opposite side. It gets more intense as I wiggle, my body going deep into the water. My face barely visible anymore. I am drowning. I raise my hand in an attempt to pull my body out of the freezing pool, but I can't even swim. “Fat Annie, how is it going down there?”

Another tear fell down Annie's face and then another and another, until they refused to stop. "He's my brother. Of course it's my fault." Annie pulled her knees up to her chest and burried her head in her legs. She wanted the world to stop. To pause. This had been what she wanted, wasn't it? Adventure? Danger? Yet, this wasn't a story she could romanticise. This wasn't a story she could pause or put down. She was stuck living inside a movie. A movie she could see no end to.