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.

Ansel called. Ansel is a special police officer in Britain. He was actually assigned from the start to investigate Fergus and reveal all of his crimes. Ansel also has to disguise himself as a businessman because he is indeed the heir of a company engaged in the health sector. He now has access by working with Mr. Davero and Regan. But instead, he sacrificed Regan for helping him in this case. Should he, who is a police officer, be able to solve all of this without involving Regan? Ansel was pensively alone in his room. He was devastated because, until this moment, there had been no news about Regan. How would he face Angela? How would he talk to her later?

I can tell there is a lot more to this story, so I squeeze Harold’s hand that is once again holding mine, telling him not to interrupt. Raven speaks up this time. “Ansel has been struggling more than we realized. He felt as though he lost his father when Edward’s connection to Julian was being blocked. Then when the last connection to his father was at risk of dying, he let his sadness take over. He just didn’t want to feel alone anymore. “When he finally gave had control and he shifted back, Jax was really weak and it was late. Then, umm… well, we…” “…were intimate,” I say helping her find the right words so she doesn’t have to.

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.”

“You mean you heard we were here and decided to charm us.” Ansel raised an eyebrow. “Guilty as charged.” The banter between them was lighthearted and full of familiarity. It was clear that Ansel was part of their close-knit circle. I couldn’t help but feel a bit more at ease as I watched them interact. Tiana turned to me, her smile genuine. “Selena, this is Ansel. He’s one of the pack’s best trackers.” Ansel extended a hand. “Nice to meet you, Selena. I’ve heard a lot about you.”