Ansel The Originals Novels & Stories

Ansel broke the silence, “Jules, I didn’t send out those killers yesterday.” “Oh!” Jules just responded lightly. Obviously, Ansel was not satisfied with Jules’s reaction, so he aggravated his tone and emphasized, “I said, I didn’t send out the killers yesterday.” “Ok.” Jules still gave him the same reaction as before. “Jules, you know exactly what kind of person I am,” Ansel said, his brows furrowed. “I’m not a big believer in conspiracies. Even if I have to fight for the position of patriarch, I will do so fair and square.”

No emotion escapes through. “Henry was the shooter,” Ansel says. I can’t help it - my mouth gapes open. I’ve never been one to play it cool. “Yeah,” Ansel says, softly. He straightens his posture. “Et tu, Brute? The classic I never saw coming.” His tone is acidic. I can’t even imagine it. Couldn’t picture it to save my life. “I have a plan,” Ansel says. I look back up at him, just as a moth flutters to me. I hold my hand out and it lands on my finger.

He winked at me. "You are so unbelievable, Theo." ****** When I woke up the next morning, Theo wasn't with me. His side of the bed was cold which meant he was away for a long time. I got out of bed and brushed my teeth before I went down to the living room. "Andy's finally awake," I heard a very familiar person say. The only one who ever called me Andy was Xavier. I quickly turned around and I was shocked, "X-xavier." He was standing beside Theodore with a smile on his face.

Asher darted toward us, his own eyes flashing with panic. “Brother! What is going on?!” he shouted, raising his arm just in time to deflect a chunk of stone that shattered against his forearm, sending shards across the council chamber. Ansel didn’t answer. His face twisted with something close to madness—and power. Terrible, raw power that didn’t belong to him. “You all deserve this…for thinking you could fool me,” Ansel snarled, his voice now echoing with something far too ancient and dark. He raised his hands, and the very air split open.

Ansel wasn’t a God of War yet back then. Even so, Ansel had been training nonstop ever since. He would be able to break through and become a new God of War if the opportunity were to show itself! Harvey was pleasantly surprised by Ansel’s skill. There was no need for him to fight as much, after all. “I was wondering who it was! You’re Director Torres!” Butler John finally recognized Ansel as everyone was frozen in place. “The well-renowned Director Torres possesses such terrifying skill after coming back from the military, and uses the opportunity to rise as the director of the Flutwell Police Station.”

Why did fate have to play such a difficult hand for Ansel? Ansel is currently entangled in a difficult psychological battle between affection and responsibility. He is dating Desi, but also feels a special connection with Erica. Ansel didn't want to hurt Desi by breaking up without good reason, but at the same time, he couldn't deny his feelings for Erica. Ansel felt confused and did not know how to solve the problem.

It felt like something huge has been taken out of his way and a sense of relief came over him as he ate the food in front of him happily. “We have to send them a gift. I am her older brother after all” he suddenly shouted, dropping his spoon His attendant rushed forward. “What would you like to give them?” he asked, waiting for his response patiently. **** FREYA’S POV Ansel was brought in and I saw that he had changed into the uniform of our own pack. He was looking gorgeous in it as expected because Ansel was exceptionally handsome even though he has a problem with his wolf. Many had turned me to their enemies because they couldn’t get his attention while we were growing up. His whole life

The sound of Violet attempting to open the door made me rise to my feet, wiping the tears from my face but I wasn't fast enough. "Don't cry. Everything will be fine". She hugged me as soon as she entered the room. "Nothing Netflix, ice cream and popcorn can't solve". She shrugged as she pulled away, making me chuckle. "Now come on, let's watch Angel has fallen". She pulled me towards the living room and I grinned happily. Gerald Butler's movies could always do the trick. I love all his movies. Maybe I even have a little crush on him. Moments later, Violet and I were seated on a couch, wrapped up in a blanket, popcorn in hand, watching Gerald Butler in action.

I use a cane to support myself now. The way he looks at me makes me uncomfortable. It's like he recognizes me. - You are an alpha? – he asks, frowning. - I was one, long time ago, now I'm just an old man. I see the turbines turning in Angel's head. I had to act fast. - What is your name?- he asks, and I sigh. I want to do this away from here, but he has already identified me. - My name is Jack. Angel gets up as if he had springs in the ass, and pointing his finger at me, he says:

Was all the information that Xander gave her at the time they had just got married totally wrong? As far as she could remember, Ansel was a kind of person who would never tolerate any rejections. Besides, she was also like a hunter who would never let his prey loose so easily. That’s why it’s not surprising he finally rose to the pinnacle of success at a very young age. “But … I’m not sure to continue this cooperation,” he added. Ansel read the changes in Qeiza’s face colors with his striking gaze as sharp as an eagle look. A pair of those hazel eyes gleamed fiercely as if they wanted to crush Ansel’s body all over like hot lava melted a piece of iron.