Dr Anne Torna Novels & Stories

After packing her hair in her usual ponytail,she came out again "Gosh,I don't understand why you look so hot in that uniform girl" Aurora said,staring at her,especially her hips which look wide and perfect "Oh please don't start Aurora,you see me in this everyday" Annabella rolled her eyes "I'm not surprised that you met Thadeus Storm" Aurora smirked and Anna sighed out,she wouldn't dare tell her that she also saw Gregor Campbell just now or she won't be able to rest today. "Where are the girls? Kitchen?" Annabella asked

I tapped it open. The footage was grainy, taken from the corner of the restaurant. A wide angle—too wide to be casual. Someone had clipped together surveillance footage with jerky shots from a phone, edited to make it look like I and Daniel were practically sharing secrets in the dark. One frame froze on me laughing, head tipped forward, mouth too close to his ear. My stomach lurched. “This… this isn’t real. Not like this.” Gabriel’s eyes darkened as he leaned closer, scrutinizing. “That angle… that’s not some random bystander. That looks like surveillance.”

Arwena said as she took the card, "but I’m still waiting outside. I’m not leaving until I speak to your boss." As she left, Ted—Mr. Tandre’s personal assistant noticed her. His curiosity was piqued by the tall, curvy woman exiting the office. “Who was that?” Ted asked the secretary. “Ms. Arwena Dela Torre,” she replied. “She’s persistent and said she wouldn’t leave until she talks to Mr. Tandre.” "She says she won’t leave, but she just walked out," Ted muttered, confused. “She’s waiting outside,” the secretary clarified.

I began to walk towards Davina when I heard him speak and wished he didn’t. “She isn’t your slave Davina, and as for the scum remark. I suggest you don’t start a battle you obviously can’t win” he took two steps towards her and I froze. Davina is my City’s Mistress and my Guildmaster. She is probably the only female I can talk to that is in Rircaex, and Abran is well…. Abran. I didn’t like this situation at all. Davina took two steps towards him, “Its been a long time Abran, a lot of things have changed. Especially Amelia here. For the better, finally”

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

“You may have all seen her at the wedding but now you get to be acquainted with her.” “Darana,” she called firmly. “Please step forward and let everyone see you while I introduce them to you.” I glanced at Darana, expecting to see any trace of fear but there was none. Instead, she held herself with grace and stepped forward with her chin held high. I tried to hide my smirk but failed. She was really so good at acting. “Darana, meet my second son, Adan Titterington. He holds a share in one of the companies and he’s very good at scheming. I mean planning things.” she corrected.

Even the children were happy to see him like this. “Luna!” The moment shattered. We both turned at the same time. Mira. She stood at the edge of the training field, dressed in a fitted cream blouse and sharp sunglasses, waving far too enthusiastically. And for a second, I could have sworn that Nolan tensed beside me. He didn't move, however, the smile that was on his face almost instantly shifted. “Are you ready for our shopping date?” she called out, voice carrying just enough cheer to sound false. “Don't tell me that you forgot?”

Don Romano says, tilting his head up to look at me. I blow out a breath as the name lands on me. Clarissa. Not Annalissa. Never me. I smile the way I’ve practiced and grab a seat next to him. Dante sits next to the young lady. They look a lot alike except she has curly hair with blonde highlights, and perfect skin. She’s his younger sister, Ornella Romano. I’ve only ever seen her on a magazine cover when she appeared on Forbes top ten special athletes spotlight. Don Romano warms up to me in minutes.

But by the time she confronted Jacqueline, she was gone. The article detailed an anonymous tip, hospital leaks, and a mysterious counselor who had ties to Maya Lynx. Jacqueline threw the magazine across the room. “She’s everywhere! She’s turning everyone against me!” Mrs. Lynx tried to calm her, but even she could feel the weight pressing in. If the media turned fully… they were done. Ray stood outside Dora’s apartment. She opened the door slowly, wary. His eyes searched her face, desperate for confirmation. “Tell me who you are,” he said.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.