Novel & Cerita Devil Annabelle

For a moment, there was silence and then I loosened my grip. Her shaky breath was mixed with the stark silence that plagued the room. She realized I was getting impatient and decided to talk. “My name is Annabel from Spring pack. Please, do not hurt me,” she pleaded with her hands cupped together like she was praying to some gods. Her words seemed to make my world collapse, the weight of them crashing down like a tidal wave. I stared at her, in anticipation for any sign of the woman I love, but all I see is the cold, calculating soul that has taken her place.

I felt his eyes, dark and heavy, feeding off my pain. “You expect anything else from a weakling?” Laurene’s voice slithered through the air like poison. The entire diner fell silent. And then— A loud, violent growl. Abaddon moved so fast, I barely processed it. One second, Laurene was smugly nestled against him. The next, his hand was wrapped around her throat. “Say that again,” he said, his voice sharp, inhuman. “And I’ll feed you your tongue.” Laurene gasped, clawing at his fingers, eyes wide with terror.

Ana said as she kissed her son's sleepy face and his eyes snapped opened "Mom, I'm five years old today, you promised to get me a cool gift on my fifth-year birthday" Anabelle laughed as she stroked her son's head, "Of course I did and you will get it but for now, I have to be at the office, I promised to come back early for your birthday, now, hop, hop to the bathroom" she tickled her son who laughed and skidded to the bathroom" She smiled as she watched him run off. Her son Melvin looked like his father, his grey eyes were a testament that Hazel De Valle was his father.

ALMA I was scared out of my mind. I thought I was going to die with no one to save me. Until Lazzaro came. I hated everything about the underworld with my whole being. A girl couldn’t escape her abductor without being abducted by another. Just that these ones were out to kill me. I didn’t understand Russian, but I knew what ubit meant. It meant kill. And they used that a lot. They were going to murder me.

One of them glanced at me briefly, nodded once, then continued walking. My attention returned to the television. “And yet,” the anchor of the show continued, shifting tone, “in what many are calling an unprecedented digital phenomenon, a new name has exploded across global platforms tonight.” The screen changed. Annabelle. My posture shifted instantly. Not forward. Not tense. Just… attentive. “For weeks,” the anchor said, “Mr. D’Angélo’s doll wife remained offline. Just one display photo across platforms. No statements. No rebuttals. No appearances. And then...just minutes ago...her first post.”

His feet hurt a little from the impact, but there was no time to waste. He placed his phone on a rock and took off his upper attire. He then ran towards the sea and on reaching the seashore, he saw Annabelle (in her siren form) seated on a protruding large rock with a veiled lady standing behind her. She's quite tall and her golden gown embroidered with green thread, fluttered with the wind. Annabelle's hands were tied behind her back and there was a neck shackle on her neck. Her hair had been cut short; it was now above her neck. Her mouth was taped and there were several injuries on her skin. Even her tail was bleeding.

Thomas threw a deadly smirk before walking away. “Cocky bastard!” I cursed and looked up to see Damian staring at me. “So we have a deal now?” “Whatever,” he huffed, looking away. A smile played on my lips as I stretched my hand to reintroduce myself. “I’m Annabelle Delgado, the new face of LuxeGlow companies and inarguably, your partner for life,” I said sweetly with a small wink. He took my hand. “Damian Salvatore and I think you are fucking delusional.”

"The Media said his body is yet to be found, that was why he is yet to be pronounced dead." "I ask you to do away with his body, why didn't you do that?" "We did, the body is still in the mortuary, we're still waiting for your order, master." 'Annabelle is still hoping he will come back to her, I'm sorry darling, you're mine, no one takes what belongs to the devil' "Get the body, burn it again, make is look disgusting, then send it to the hospital, with Cenzo written on it." "Yes, master, we will take our leave now." They responded, and left in a car, leaving two order guards with him."

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.

Enough of beating around the bush; the time has come for action. "So, they are alive?" Elijah asked. "Yes, and Annabelle has grown strange. She has powers. I heard she got it from a witch she killed," Foster added. "Magic?" Lucas asked. "Yes, she has dark magic now and strong men at her command," Foster informed us. So, my mate was among psychopaths; she was really in danger. "How many men?" Foster thought about this hard, probably calculating the numbers of men Jarod has. "Up to 50 men who are at Annabelle’s call and beck."