Attack Titan Annie Novels & Stories

My husband, Steven Garrett, was always "busy" overseas. So I thought I'd surprise him with a visit. Instead, I found him shacked up with my best friend, Peggy Shane. That day, my heart snapped—I filed for divorce and let my family set me up with someone new. Two years later, I bumped into Steven outside the hospital. He ripped the prenatal report from my hands. "How dare you cheat on me! You think you can play me?"

Niccolo Rossi, my five-year-old son, accidentally wanders into the location where an underground firearms transaction between mafia forces is being conducted. He ends up dying from the gunfire there. Upon receiving the bad news, I collapse immediately. When I wake up, my husband, Luca Rossi, wears a guilty look. He takes my hand and comforts me, "Elena, Niccolo's death is a misunderstanding. Everyone thought he was a spy belonging to the enemy forces, so they started a crossfire with each other." In the middle of the night, I overhear his conversation with his assistant, Marco Giordano. "Don Rossi, Niccolo was still alive, but why did you order for the medics to stop treating him?" Marco sounds very confused. "Niccolo's injuries are far too grave. He'll just end up being a burden to us even if he survives," Luca says sorrowfully. "Besides, I've already promised Gina that the next heir of the Rossi family can only be our illegitimate son, Lorenzo. Now's the best time to arrange for the swap. No one will ever suspect a thing." "But… what should we do about Mrs. Rossi?" Marco sounds worried. "I'll deal with her." Luca's voice becomes calm. "I'll bring Lorenzo over and claim that he's an orphan from the orphanage. Since Elena has just lost Niccolo, she'll definitely raise Lorenzo as her own son. It's a win-win situation for us." As I lie on the hospital bed, I can only cover my mouth in agony to stop myself from sobbing out loud. Niccolo's death wasn't an accident at all. He was still alive, and yet Luca allowed him to die for the sake of his own bastard son! I dig out the high-explosive ammunition core data that my father has given to me prior to his death, which was once the most sought after item in the entire mafia underworld of the east coast. Then, I dial the hotline belonging to the Gambino family, which is the biggest mafia family in Novaro. "I can give you the core data under one condition—I want the Rossi family to disappear from the face of Earth in three days."

My husband sponsored a poor female college student. While I was being dragged into an alley by a criminal, he was helping her pick out lingerie. While I was hospitalized with serious injuries, he used the money my mother left me to buy her a limited-edition handbag. I confronted him in a heated argument, but he accused me of being unreasonable. "I thought your injuries were so serious, but look—you didn’t even die! Besides, your money is my money. I’ll spend it however I want!"

In our five years of marriage, I had given in to my husband, John, for a grand total of three times. The first time was during my pregnancy. He had taken his ex-girlfriend Stacy, who had once taken three bullets for him, back home and cared for her. When I became angry, he immediately sent her away once she recovered. The second time was after childbirth, when I was ready to return to work. To repay a favor, he gave the position I had worked years for to Stacy. He said it was so I could rest well. I looked at my son, who needed me, and I conceded. The third time was during our son’s birthday. In front of the entire company, he had announced that Stacy was his wife, all so she could establish herself in the company. I gave him two choices: divorce or send her away. Without hesitation, he chose the latter and immediately sent her abroad. The fourth time was when my father suddenly had a heart attack and urgently needed surgery. He disappeared again. I searched everywhere for him to cover the hospital expenses, and I finally discovered that he had gone to the airport to pick up a pregnant Stacy, who was returning to the country. Because of that, my father missed the best chance for treatment and died. I was done giving in. I disguised the divorce agreement as our son’s medical bill and tricked him into signing it. No compensation or apology would matter. I did not wish to have him near my son or myself again.

Her husband loves her-but he's always busy, leaving her lonely in a life that feels more like a cage than a home. Craving passion and connection, she hires a mysterious bodyguard to protect her... and soon, desire sparks between them. Caught between loyalty and temptation, she finds herself tangled in a secret affair that could destroy everything she's built. In a world where love is complicated and trust is fragile, how far will she go to find the happiness she deserves?

Two men. One team. And a rivalry that burns hotter than ice. Noah Vance thought working as the Vancouver Storm’s physio would be just another job. Until Stefan Kovacs, the new captain, walked in tall, arrogant, and impossible to ignore. Every practice, every game, every accidental touch sparks something Noah isn’t supposed to feel. Stefan doesn’t just play on the ice he plays with hearts, including Noah’s. With exes lurking, jealous teammates, and the high-pressure world of hockey, Noah has to decide: follow the rules… or follow his heart. Falling for the captain was never part of the plan but the ice doesn’t lie.

Aaron Hale has survived on grit, secrets, and nightlife shifts in an East L.A. club—never knowing the owner watching him from the shadows is Zayden Blackwell, a powerful man whose obsession runs deeper than lust. Months before Aaron ever notices him, Zayden secretly buys the club, manipulates shifts and tips, and even pays Bianca—Aaron’s first love—to break his heart, all to push him into accepting a mysterious job at his mansion. But Zayden isn’t the only shadow tied to Aaron. Slate, Zayden’s cold half-brother, once saved Aaron’s life during a kidnapping attempt Zayden himself orchestrated years ago. Slate was meant to “manage” Aaron in the mansion, not fall for him, but his forbidden desire grows uncontrollably. Inside the mansion, Aaron discovers a locked room filled with photos and belongings of himself—Zayden’s collection—and a drawer of secret notes from Slate, revealing his own obsession. A staff member reports Aaron’s every move to an unknown enemy, while a hidden safe shows Zayden prepared legal documents to control Aaron’s entire future. A mysterious texter warns: “He’s lying to you. Both of them are.” At the mansion’s deadly climax event, Aaron flips the psychological game—forcing Zayden to surrender the control he’s never given anyone.

It started out as a not-so-innocent flirtation, running away omega Annie simon can't resist the powerful man on the motorcycle...or his tantalizingly erotic promises. Long-haired and leather-clad,Jacob kerr is strong,sexy,powerful Alpha has searched for his mate for years,when he finds the fierce and reckless annie , he determined to protect his mate to give her the ultimate lesson in pleasure, if she's willing. And all she can say is yes......

I was diagnosed with stomach cancer and needed a total gastrectomy. My husband, who was hailed as a rising star in the medical field, personally performed the surgery on me. However, after the operation, my health only worsened. He told me that the cancer had spread too quickly, and there was no hope left. It was not until I accidentally came across a hidden medical report and a massive insurance policy that I learned the truth—I never had stomach cancer. Not only had he removed my stomach, but he had also taken my uterus. Desperate, I confronted him, asking why he did that to me. He held his mistress in his arms, looking at me with disgust as he said, "If your father weren't the director, do you think I would've married you? You're not even worthy of being in the same room as Mabel. After one more surgery to remove your stomach, I'll be promoted to chief physician. "Didn't you claim to love me so much? I'm just using your body to help me and Mabel get ahead... I'm doing you a favor." Then, he and his mistress threw me off the building, making it look like a suicide. When I opened my eyes again, I had gone back to the day of my stomach surgery.

My boyfriend said that art held no restrictions, so he used my provocative paintings to enter a competition. Amidst a row of classic ceramic figurines, I became famous. He shot to fame, landing in the top ten of trending searches, while I was humiliated by the entire internet and mocked as a “ceramic influencer.” When I confronted him, he looked at me with disappointment. “They don’t understand art, and neither do you? I thought you would support my work, but I didn’t expect you to stir trouble! You’re so immature!”