Chucky X Annabelle Novels & Stories

my eyes widen slightly and she smirks, her fangs peeking through as she heatedly glares at me, her eyes blazing for a second as she stops on my lip that bleeds. (Twist it) "Want a taste?" I manage to say as I force my way out of her spell licking my lip. "Fuck, you punch like a man. I'm proud." My smile makes her step back and tries to get out. The desire to gather her in my arms heightened with her will to leave. My hands flick the entrance and exit of said ballroom and they're shut instantly. Annabelle darts around like a lost deer pulling at handles, "Open the fucking doors!" She shouts followed by useless series of spells that I deflect.

She saw when the three of them get into their cars, and she followed behind. 'Where can I find Annabelle now, where should I go from here?' she thought, and somehow she found herself taking the same route as frank. Kaka quietly strode towards a room she heard muffles coming from. She pushed further, and stride into the room. "Annabelle." She called out, and quickly squat to the ground close to her. "Kaka when did you get in here?" "Let's take you to the hospital, you have lost too much blood."

Annabelle's POV I sat on the couch of the living room patiently waiting for Adrien to come home from work. He was always late and I am used to it already but today feels different, he is never this late, it is 11:30 pm, two hours past his usual time, and still no sign of him, something is wrong.

Sir Bruno took a sit opposite me. "Eat." He commanded. Even though I didn’t have any appetite for food, I hurriedly pick up the fork with shaky hand, I began to eat. After a while of eating silently. "I have a mission for you Annabelle. I think you would be perfect of this mission." He said finally. I froze. He signaled to one of his men, who handed me an ipad. On the screen was the image of a man, he was strikingly handsome with deep blue piercing eyes that radiated power and cold hostility

And now—now I had the truth in my hands. “God,” I whispered, my voice trembling with awe and fury. My throat burned. My eyes stung. I didn’t know if it was laughter or tears threatening me, but I swallowed both down. Annabelle. Sweet, pitiful Annabelle. She had lived in shadows, stripped of everything, while all along her bloodline held the crown. If she knew… if she discovered this… I pressed my nails into the page until little crescents marked the paper. No. She couldn’t find out—not yet. Not until I decided.

She racked her brain for what to do, she had to come up with an explanation for being here "Grab me," she told him and he stared at her in confusion for a moment before realization dawned on what she was trying to do. He quickly turned her around so that her back was against him, whipping out his gun, he placed it on her head just as Anabelle reached where they were. Joelle shuddered as the cold nozzle of the gun touched her head, even though it was just acting, she prayed that the lunatic does not mistakenly pull the trigger. Anabelle stopped in her tracks when she saw the scene before her, was this not Hazel's girlfriend? What was she doing here and why did the kidnapper have a gun on her?

The goal is to survive, not get freaked out. As I’m thrown against the wall, I brace myself against the impact only to be caught by Jesse. My eyes widen in shock at his speed. However, he ducks when a knife comes flying toward him. When he turns, I see the whiteness leached out of his eyes, a pitch black replacing them. My heart thuds, irrevocable proof before me that my suspicions had always been correct. “I’m getting tired of this!” Annabelle calls out, annoyed. “Contain these two brats, now!”

Jonathan jumped, unable to contain his excitement. "Anna! Anna…!" Annabelle's face was still pale as a sheet, but her eyes slowly opened. The moment she saw Jonathan, who looked almost ready to cry with joy, her eyes widened like a ghost's. "Anna, you're awake…!" Jonathan cried. "I…" While he was still lost in his overwhelming joy, Annabelle suddenly broke free from his grip with shocking strength. She spotted a silver scalpel in his briefcase, snatched it, and drove it straight into his back.

Her hand flew up in a desperate attempt to wipe it away before Madam could see the evidence. Eyes sharp as an eagle’s despite her increasing age, Madam caught the movement. Her dim, grey eyes flicked from the paper that lady before her. The chair creaked ominous as the woman stood. Withered, gnarled fingers lay the quill aside. Annabelle took in a hitched breath. She knew what was coming. She did not attempt to back away as Madam made her approach. Her hostile eyes bore into her, igniting within her a flame of fear. She stood there a moment, speaking not a word.

Richard growled, frowning. “I don’t need to,” Jordan said easily, eyes flicking toward Hazel, who was lounging between two male models — one massaging her shoulder, the other refilling her glass. “I know her limits.” Richard’s gaze snapped only to get shock. Annabelle, balancing herself on the edge of the couch to match the male model’s height, wobbled slightly, laughter spilling from her lips. “I… I could lift you like this any day!” she slurred to the model, swinging her arms dramatically. “And you’d never escape me!”