Attack Titan Annie Novels & Stories

She’s here for something bigger. Or someone. I don’t think twice before I launch myself at her, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her against the wall. The force of it shakes the stones, but she doesn’t flinch. Instead, she grins up at me, her lips curling like she’s enjoying the show. “You’re going to pay for what you did to my kind,” I growl, my grip tightening. “For what you did to Zane.” Natasha doesn’t fight back. Her cold eyes lock onto mine, and she lets out a low, taunting laugh. “Your kind? Oh, Orion, you really don’t understand, do you?”

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

“Nope. No. Nope.” Ethan gritted his teeth. “Weapons up.” I raised my gun. “Hold.” The air around us warped. The warmth of the wasteland vanished. A strange, electric hum stuffed the air. Then— A determined person stepped forward. Not a monster. Not an alien. A guy. Dressed in black tactical gear. Eyes too sharp, too focused. He checked me out. And smiled. “Anita Carter.” I didn’t decrease my weapon. “Who the hell are you?”

A wicked smile played at her lips, “I’ve seen this moment countless times, Morcetti… and yet it never gets old, watching you all choke on your words. Bet you didn’t think the fat girl had it in her, did you, huh?” She walked over to the pole and grabbed the tiny bag that also doubled as a coat, her disguise out of here, and then she walked into the bathroom to freshen up, came out, and turned to shoot him one last look right before he took his final breath. “Rot in hell, Morcetti…” She whispered, and then she stepped out of the room. One down. One more to go.

Great. … I don’t know what I was expecting after Zak’s talk just now but the very attractive women sitting in front of me right now was very far from whatever it was that I was expecting. She was gorgeous and so perfect that I couldn’t understand why Zak was having any issues. Annie has the figure of a model, brown wavy hair, blue eyes, beautiful pink cheeks and a very cheerful smile. She seems innocent, young and full of optimism. I think I’ve probably ran into her a couple of times at those social gatherings or fashion shows. Not that I’ve spoken to her much before. So, this is Annie Ritza, the sole heir to the Ritza global hotel chain.

Nathan said. "She pulls any girly shit, I'm packing and coming home," Norman said. "Will you both stop worrying, I'm telling you it is going to be great." Nathan said. "Yah that coming from the man who’s bed she will be in every night. Why is her assistant coming?" Jacob asked. "Her assistant is Susan," Nathan told them. "That makes perfect sense now," Norman said. Nathan went over to the map and charts on the table, Norman and Jacob followed him. Look, Cassie said she would have never stayed in that wing, because she could not see the sun rise." Nathan said.

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He said on top of his voice. Annatoria narrowed her eyes. “And you never stop chasing things you’ll never have.” Manga’s smirk twitched. “Kill them all.”He roared, his warriors storming towards Annatoria's pack. The battlefield erupted. Annatoria and Asher were the first to lunge. Annatoria shifted mid-air, her massive wolf form surfacing… . Claws tore through armor, fangs snapped through bone, her hand thrusted into heart and dug them out. She ripped into soldiers without hesitation, dodging blades and striking like lightning.Her moves as fast as what one couldn't tell.

He gestured towards the door as she gritted her teeth ignoring him. "What's she doing here?" She asked as before Azhan could say anything Meera spoke up. "I am also the partner of this advertisement campaign and she, Ana I mean Annabelle Swift is the model of this campaign." She said with a challenging smirk on her face as everybody in the room was looking at her. Glancing one last time at Azhan she exited the room. "Annabelle Swift..." She said to herself. "Her nickname is Ana." She suddenly remembered the tattoo on his chest as rage surged through her form thinking of Annabelle could be the reason for that tatt

"My name is Rhianna, though most people call me Annie. I am what you see before you, a Youngling vampire mated to an Ancient. However, deep within me resides the soul of one so ancient, her powers appear to be boundless. Within me, lives the soul of the last vampire queen, Anakatrine..." "How long has Annie been in there now?" Liam's question brought a deep sigh from both Caleb and Freya, though his cousin's lips quirked slightly as she played another card in their game and answered him. "Ten minutes longer than when you asked the last time, Liam. Now, will you please concentrate on this game? There is no challenge whatsoever in matching wits with you today!" He had the grace to look sheepis