Annie X Garcello Novels & Stories

I took the stairs and found Annie still on the couch exactly where I had left her and she looked up when she heard me and her face was pale and careful and already braced. "Is it true?" I heard myself ask. She nodded. "You saw her. You talked to her." "Y—Yes." "And she's—she's really alive." Annie stood slowly and reached into her pocket and held out a business card. White. Clean. I took it and looked at it. Mira Chen. Founder and Creative Director. ATELIER M. A phone number. An address on Melrose.

"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."

Anna got down from a cab. She was wearing a black short gown, covering her head and half of the face with a black veil. She paid the cabman with cash, and looked left and right suspiciously before she quickly hurriedly paced into the ground floor of Maximo company. Immediately as she entered and walked to the ground floor center, she removed the veil from her face and approached a female staff coming out of the elevator. “Good day.” She let out. The staff member slightly bent her neck. “Good day, ma,” she responded, asking, “how can I help you, please?”

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.

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.

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.”

She had no idea what was inside there and she wasn't ready to risk it. She picked the rod. It was better to fix it where she found it.....for now. She immediately put on the black top on blue jeans and walked out of the room after packing her hair. Down the stairs. Outside the door. She took a deep breath. She didn't want to see Xandros. Not at all. Her palms turned clammy and she rubbed them against her jean numerous times, nervously. "He is inside the car." Gaia said. Anna nodded as she turned to sit in the passenger seat. Just as she climbed in, she felt the darkness. Her head went up, he was staring at her with those deep blue orbits from the mirror. She gulped.

Then, they shoved me into a waiting car. The moment we got out of the car, a cluster of bright neon signs at a hotel entrance caught my eye. "Fall and Rebirth: Global Live Charity Gala." My heart hammered against my ribs. Before I could even process what was happening, they forced me into a tattoo chair. A dozen high-definition cameras were pointed squarely at my back, streaming live. Annie, the CEO of her fashion empire, was seated in the front row, dead center. She held a glass of champagne with practiced poise, laughing and chatting with the business elite.

I know she is probably just passing through, but I am not about to let her leave now that I have her. A realization hits me, and I feel like a total idiot. Here I am having a full conversation about marking her and I don’t even know her name. “What’s your name?” I ask her. “Oh, awkward” She sings as she pulls away from me. Her cheeks blushing. “No, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just realize I didn’t know it” I tell her grabbing her tiny waist pulling her back close to me. “Hannah”, she says cocking her head to the side, and wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “Hannah,” I say pulling my hand from behind her back to shake her hand, “I’m Gabriel, but you can call me Babe, I mean Gabe”. She