Ansel The Originals Novels & Stories

No way… How could a loser like Elton be friends with a man like you? "Ansel, you're friends with Mitchell, right! Take a look; is this him?" Ansel's heart raced when he heard his name. He had no clue who the CEO of Aerowood Group was. Everything he'd said was just a lie he'd cooked up to steal my credit!

As he spoke, his hand went to tear at my clothes. And then—his phone rang. The shrill ringtone sliced through the suffocating standoff. I shoved him off. “It’s your phone. Answer it.” Ansel pulled it from his pocket, irritation written all over his face. Trapped beneath him, I could clearly see the name flashing on the screen: Nancy. “I’ll take this.” Minutes later, he reappeared in a tailored dark suit, hair neatly styled, looking every bit taller and sharper. “A friend’s in trouble. I need to take care of it. Go to bed early.”

"My name is Peter Winston. I've searched for you everywhere including the social media but couldn't get you. I never knew you changed your name" "I'm sorry, I didn't change my name at any point in time. I'm sure you got the wrong person" "No. You're the right person. I'm surprised you aren't bearing your father's name" "Please sir, my name is Grace Anslem. I'm not in for this joke. So I'll simply hang up" "Hang on! Listen to me carefully. Your real name is Grace

“So at the end of the day, I’m still the bad girl and you’re the fucking savior sent by the Moon Goddess, am I right?” Klea’s eyes shone with all the evil in the world. Sasha was just glad she uncovered her true colors earlier than ever. “I’m glad you know how our game works, bestfriend.” *** Ansel is in his war tent again. Though this time, he already dispelled the gloom in his face. “You’re happy yet you’re in here?” Ansel turned to Giro, the Beta flashing his own happy face to his bestfriend. “Can’t I just be here?”

Her phone rang and she rushed to it as she had been doing since that day. She sighed in disappointment when she saw that it was an unknown number. "Hello." She said drily. "If it isn't the beautiful Laura West." A deep masculine drawled. That intro sounded familiar but she needed to be sure. "Who am I speaking with, please?" She asked politely. "Oh, it's none other than Ronald Daniels himself." He replied and she could picture him smirking in pride. "Somehow I knew it was you. Good afternoon." "How are you?" He asked smoothly.

♡ Angela♡ I was running. Panting heavily. Sweating profusely. I heard a few sounds behind me but at that moment, I did not care. The laces of my sneakers were untied. And my hair flying in numerous directions. I wasn't even looking ahead. That's why I crashed. Hard. And we both fell down. "Ouch!" The stranger and I exclaimed at the same time.

I knew she was facing something monumental, and I could only hope she was ready for it. Suddenly, the air shifted, and I felt a presence. My breath caught in my throat as a vision unfolded before me. Trees loomed tall, and green vegetation surrounded a group of beings—men, aliens, and animals—all gathered together, united in their purpose. An elder guardian emerged from the midst of them, her aura radiating strength. She stepped forward, her eyes locking onto mine. “You are here, Annalise,” she said, her voice echoing through the clearing. “We have awaited your arrival.”

"I guess if Selene's rogues hadn't wiped out my entire pack and family in one night I would've never found my way here." I laughed at that, but something snagged in the back of my mind. “Wait,” I said with a slight crease in my brows. “I thought your family was held hostage long after Selene wiped out everyone else." Ansel looked up at me, eyes suddenly empty. She blinked once then just stared a second longer. “Yeah... it was pure torment.” She whispered, eyes darting down. I nodded slowly. Then she looked back up and shrugged it off with a half-smile. “I just meant that was the night everything went wrong and we thought she'd kill us too that night. A lot of the experience is still a blur.”

“Among the younger generations Anu is stronger than you are, a better fighter, and she has held many leadership positions in which she performed excellently,-.” Tara’s sudden chuckle cut her impassioned speech short, and Elda stared daggers at her. “How can she be the better fighter? Seriously, I’m pained that you really believe that,” Tara said, still chuckling. “You dare fight with me to see just how good I can beat you then?” Anu fired back. “Anu…” Boma stepped forward. “Little dog it’s not your time to bark, I’m speaking with your master,” Anu fired, making Boma growl in anger. “You dare fight me here and now?” Anu asked.

Mission accomplished. "YES! I did it. I am a professional," Ansel declared and kept squeezing the milk out of Sally. And then he fucked up. He must've yanked it too hard, or Sally simply didn't like him because suddenly, she mooed loudly and kicked some hay behind her. She sounded angry. Ansel let go of the cow and jumped up. "You better move out the way!" Elisa screamed and pushed Ansel. Ansel was caught off guard, so he lost his balance and fell face down on a pile of cow dung.