Chapter 8 Anita Baker Novels & Stories

" So what do you intend to do?" Vera took her cup of wine and twirled it. " The first thing am thinking of is to sell her as a slave. I need money to get lots of things." " Hmm." Anabelle frowned. Suddenly, Anita walked in. " What are you doing here?!" Anabelle instantly stood up and clenched her jaws. " Are you done with your chores?!" Anita felt lightheaded, but she managed to take few steps forward. " H....unger...." She stammered and gestured by putting her hand inside her dry mouth.

Anita screamed as she quickly assembled her now scattered burger and made way for the kitchen to get a napkin to clean the little mess her burger had made. “It’s no longer far like it used to be, it’s now beyond reach”. Anita said to Gracy who slowly sipped on the milkshake right in front of her. “I really can’t wait for it to happen so you can finally spill since you’ve decided to be secretive of your new found happiness”, Gracy said heading towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water . “Patience, You’ll get the details in full soon” Anita said and stood up and made way to the bathroom. She needed a cold shower before retiring to bed.

I said going past him. The look on Anita's face when she saw me said it all. She was not happy to see her, but the feeling was mutual wasn't it? If I could get my hands on a gun I'd have shot her on the leg though, unlike my brother I wasn't capable of murder. "Anita Baker, you little sneaky bitch, you've tied Blake around your little finger such that he does what you say" "No idea what you're talking about" "You too have been kissing and cuddling behind my back"

she said, standing to answer the door. “He can’t find me here,” I whispered to myself, trying to convince my own trembling hands. When I woke up the next morning, the sound of utensils clattering filled the apartment. My head throbbed slightly. I needed to see my mum. I needed to make sure she and Coin, my cat were okay. “Good morning,” Anita said. She was at the counter, cooking. I hadn’t pegged her as someone who could cook; she gave off more of a spoiled-rich-girl vibe. I guessed I’d judged her wrong.

Chapter 39 stm Caterina had just finished making breakfast when she saw Hugo emerging from his bedroom. Her face lit up for a while but it faded as soon as she saw Anita following behind. She was wearing a camisole and shorts that leave nothing to her imagination. She felt a pang of jealousy in her heart. Anita was indeed a gorgeous girl. She pasted the most fake smile on her face as she dished out the breakfast on the table. “Morning Master, Ma’am. The breakfast is ready. I have made breakfast as you asked for. Please have a seat and excuse me, I will be in the kitchen f you need me.” She didn't stop and turned to go to the kitchen as quickly as possible.

Grace held her gaze. Unshaken. “Neither are you,” she replied. Silence. Sharp. Final. Anita exhaled slowly, tell mom I’ll be back. Then turned. Walking toward the door. No rush. No hesitation. But her mind— Already moving. Planning. Because this— This didn’t go the way she expected. And that meant— She had to go further. The door closed behind her. The room stayed quiet for a moment. Then— Grace sat down slowly. The baby stirred lightly in her arms.

Woefully, the problem was not just about that, for now. "You'd better not be busy yourself while we're here, Moreau." Anitta's reprimand instantly anticipated Moreau to completely abandon any intention of adding insult to injury to her stepfather. She was no longer gripping the phone, but rather interested in one of Mrs. Smift's actions as she pulled the drawer out. "Let us measure. Moreau is with me, and you... Juan Baker, Bianca will measure your body." The enthusiasm in the woman was always the same. Moreau wondered if there wasn't a moment when Mrs. Smift didn't let loose, perhaps preventing her overly energetic side from coming to the surface. She feared the woman had forgotten that the

She took it from him and popped a pill into her mouth. "Well, maybe he wasn't in a good mood today " He pulled her to himself. " Right now, you need to get some rest. You're a maid and need to be up early tomorrow. There is no special treatment because you've slept with the boss. woman! Don't forget that." "I know!" She whispered softly. **** Anita left the store with a big bag of groceries. On her way home, she felt like someone was watching her. Her instincts couldn't be wrong. She immediately surveyed her surrounding for anything suspicious but found none. She turned to move and bumped into Marcus.

The thought of what they intended to do to Anita twisted my insides in ways I couldn’t ignore. Anita was my friend. She had always treated me with kindness, looking out for me even when no one else would. She had been there when I needed someone most. And here I was, betraying her in the cruelest way imaginable. As we approached Luna Nora, she glanced up, catching my eye with a smug wink. She smashed a glass on the floor, watching with pleasure as Anita visibly tensed. But, to her credit, Anita held her ground, facing Nora with a bravery that stirred something deep within me.

He barked at Anita, who kept hitting his arm to be let down. “No, let me go!” Anita screamed like a dying chicken. She seemed pretty helpless right now for someone who seemed like she could actually beat Hunter when we first came in contact with her earlier. “I said, you should tell me!” Hunter barked again and I shivered, scared at his angry tone. Then all of a sudden, Anita as stupid as she was stopped asking to be freed, but instead began laughing, leaving Hunter and I to be quite surprised, and I just knew that she was never going to recover from her craziness for real.