Armin Annie Novels & Stories

She had seen this woman at the event she and Dominic attended three days ago. Charlotte Arman is the only child, and daughter of Indian multi-millionaire, Arman Sangupta. She is a popular model, actress, and dancer. Melina could remember coming across an article about her some time ago. She couldn't deny, this woman looked even more stunning in real life. "It's nice to meet you, Miss Charlotte. So then, what brings you to Vintage Vault Clothing and Co?" "I'm here to see you and I will head straight to the point" Charlotte answered immediately. "I'm here to give you a very simple warning. Stay away from my fiancee."

"I'm glad to see that you're all healed up." "Thank you," Rayne spoke in a tone that concealed her nervousness and I liked that. I did not want her to be intimidated by anyone. I wanted my lady to be strong. We sat down and a little while later, the door of the meeting room opened after we heard a slight knock. A lady in her early thirties walked inside. She had long dark brown hair, bronze skin, and hazel eyes. 'A Middle Eastern beauty,' I read Rayne's thoughts. I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers.

He froze, looking up slowly. Standing there was the nightmare of the Crimson Nest: the fifth-ranked assassin in the underworld. Ariana Greene a.k.a Smile. One of the highest ranked members. She was twenty-seven years old, blond, and possessed a smile so radiant it made people forget she was capable of ending a life without blinking. It was her weapon. “You…?” Antler’s jaw dropped. Her short blond hair was flowing flawlessly, a teasing smirk etched on her thick lips while a blue gaze observed the depressed man.

She excitedly tells me, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing around her heart shaped face. Christine is really a lovely lady. She is short, probably barely five feet tall, and dainty. Her facial expressions are quite entertaining, her freckled nose crinkled up and it wouldn’t take an empath to tell that what she was thinking about was icky. Confused, I gawk at her. “Warrior?” I ask. “Yeah, Bobby Ray told me that Deputy Scott found your camera and there was a video of you kicking the shit out of those two guys.” She explains.

I just can't stand her right now. Amikat's POV The doctors eventually let me go back to my own room, but I can't stand being here. Everything Arienne got me on my birthday is still sprawled out across the bed, and the dress I wore on our date is on a hanger on the bathroom door. Angrily, I start throwing things off the bed. I don't care where they land or if they get damaged, I just want them out of my sight. I take a boxed up book trilogy and hurl it at the antique mirror in the corner, shattering it to pieces. I search inside me for any bit of information on Arienne, looking for any remnant of emotion. My efforts come up empty, and it's like I can't even feel the bond. It's been too long s

“What is the meaning of this, Annie? Why are you stopping Sherry from talking to me? Who are you to order Sherry around like that?” The person who had forcefully interrupted Sherry was called Annie. She was very beautiful, even more so than some of the girls in P.R., but she had insisted on staying an attendant here at East Emperor for more than two years now. She stopped when she heard what Susie said and turned around.

Bella smiled as she remembered that she and Klaus's mild argument about it. "Luna Bella." Bella heard and she turned and saw her assistant standing behind her. Annie,was a year and some month younger than her and Klaus had hired her because he realised that Bella needed a female friend that she could talk to. Annie was her personal assistant as well as the only female,after Claudia and Ina,that she could communicate with. "Don't be calling me the Luna. I'm not the Luna yet." Bella said as she blushed slightly. "Chances are there that you'd be Crowned Luna of the pack soon. I can't wait." Annie said and Bella looked away.

"Scarlett." ******

“It doesn’t matter.” I blink, caught off guard by his calm tone. “What do you mean, ‘it doesn’t matter’? We’re still missing crucial information.” Arkyn crosses his arms, a grim smile tugging at his lips. “Creed’s sending his witch, Nova. She’s already on her way. She’s dealt with this coven before and has some information that’s going to work in our favor.”

But, Aryana Santini had secrets hidden from her twin sisters. Annabelle had rebelled by meeting quite a few of their low expectations—though not as many as the busybodies liked to think. Between fact and rumor, she’d gained her “wild twin” reputation, and a bone-deep aversion to authority in any form. Anaisse, the “quiet twin,” had done her best not to give anybody anything to talk about. She’d dressed conservatively, spent her spare hours working at the library, and never, ever dated or partied.