Annie X Garcello Novels & Stories

Annalia's brows furrow as she tries to ignore the pain caused by Caroline's grip. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Annalia spoke in a harsh whisper. She turned her attention to her immediate surroundings and noticed that a few employees of the restaurant were looking in their direction. But Caroline did not move at all. She didn't appear to care whether other people were already looking at them. Even though Caroline works in Paris, there is no denying that she is recognized in the Philippines as a successful Filipino model due to the success of her modeling career. Perhaps these individuals are familiar with Caroline, but she acts as if there is no significance to the fact that her name is

“Uh…I was having breathing issues with that one, Luna. Forgive me.” She nodded before a smile broke on her lips, wide and comforting, “Oh, I am glad you managed to find another one in the nick of time.” “It was nothing! Maya had a few sets of spare gowns lying around just in case….” “Bless her soul!” Annie beamed, head tilted towards the ceiling for a second too long. Her eyes glinted as she took a good look at my dress. “This dress is gorgeous. It’s Axel’s favourite and our flag colour.”

Aunt Emma greeted her with a respectful bow. The woman deftly took the bag from Anna’s hand, then gently slipped the Saint Laurent blazer off her employer’s shoulders. Now, Anna’s body was clad only in a cream-colored, sleeveless, off-the-shoulder bodycon dress that clearly accentuated every curve of her beautiful figure. “Has Xavier returned yet?” Anna asked, intending to thrust the divorce papers right in his face. ​“He’s just returned from work, Miss. He’s currently at the shooting range in the backyard.”

"What are you looking at? This is my daughter. Delete those videos!" He snatched a phone and deleted the video before turning back to Alanna. "Well, darling, have you made up your mind? Where shall we talk?" Alanna's lips were tightly pursed. She knew if she didn't lead Garrett away, he might cause a scene. She took a breath and said, "Let's return to the hospital room." She led the way and returned to her room, with Garrett cheerfully following behind. He even greeted the onlookers. "See? This is my daughter, Alanna, a manager at Brilliance Jewels."

“With smooth lines like that, how can we say no? We just need a couple thousand martinis first and then we’ll be good to go. Let’s start with two.” Gustavo Garcia winked at her chest. “Two martinis, coming up.” Anaisse gave her a conspiratorial shoulder bump. “It must be good to know some people will never treat you differently, no matter how big a star you become.” “Oh, yeah, that’s really comforting.” But, strangely, it was. The team at Phoenix, strippers and staff alike, knew her. She didn’t have to put on an act for them, or be on her best behavior. She could be her uncensored, snarky self.

****** Third Person POV The glass doors dividing the balcony from the Luna's chambers softly creaks open like a creep in the middle of the silent night. Leaxandra was a heavy sleeper and not to mention she stayed up late, she couldn't be stirred awake easily now and he knows that too. "God, I got too riled up and ended up coming here instead." The man in the shadow laughs as soon as he reaches her bedside. "But can you blame my patience, Scarlett?" Leaning down, he closely examines her beautiful face morphed into relaxation. Like an angel destined to pull him down all through seven layers of hell.

Carson sat slouched on the edge of his couch, an empty glass dangling loosely from his fingers. The living room around him was dim and messy—half-empty bottles lined the table, old newspapers scattered across the floor. The television flickered quietly in front of him, the only light in the room. He wasn’t really watching—at least not until her name came up. “Tonight’s guest is Anabelle Brooks, founder of Belle Interiors, recently named ‘Designer of the Year,’” the host announced cheerfully.

11 ADRIAN My stomach lurched as I watched Anne sidle up to Annalisa, a sly smile playing on her lips. Annalisa, blissfully unaware, was engrossed in a conversation with Beatrice. A prickle of unease ran down my spine. There was something about Anne’s posture, the way she held the wine glass a little too close to her body, that set off my internal alarm bells.

She couldn't rush into anything, she wouldn't risk her life, however, she would also never become a Grace. "We must get you ready for dinner now." Grace called, Annie climbed out of the bath and wrapped a towel around herself. Drying herself before she opens the door. Annie noticed no clothes were left in the bathroom so she tightly wraps the towel around herself once again and opens the dooor. Grace immediately moves towards her, holding a shiny purple dress up as she moved closer. "Xavier had insisted you wear this tonight." The dress was looked like it would be tight and cling to Annie's curves, a typical dress that would make Annie feel uncomfortable. Annie suspected Xavier did this on p

But then again, Jairo had a way of making people nervous without even trying. “Uhm…” Ann cleared her throat and forced a soft smile as everyone watched her. “I’m Annie, but my friends call me Ann. I’m based in America and I’m an actress. Leo’s friend.” Kara smiled warmly, “You have the accent,” she whispered. “I do?” Ann asked with a small laugh. Kara nodded and a few people around the table chuckled. Jairo, however, still watched Ann longer than she could tolerate before he finally looked away. He leaned toward Kara and whispered in her ear, “I made the stuffed sardines for you. Try it.”