Falling Skies Anne Novels & Stories

She was referring to Anne's henchmen who stood behind her this time. "Bring her down." Anne gave the order. Her minions obeyed her orders after she cracked her hands together. They took Rory's hands in theirs and dragged her to her knees. "I'm going to maim your face. You won't be able to seduce Mr. Eren that way." Anne folded her fist and instantly fell to the ground as she was about to strike Rory in the face. When she removed her hand from holding her head, she could see blood in her hand. "I told you not to bother my friend again," As she reached Rory, Caroline sighed.

Hey guys! They will also be some random Third person POV. Enjoy. Anne stormed down the hallway like a thundercloud on two legs, her fists clenched so tightly her fingertips were white. Her eyes were glossed over, and she barely noticed the wrapped sweets in her hand until one of them nearly slipped through her fingers. A nurse caught the moment and stepped toward her, concern softening her voice. "Miss, are you alright?" Anne didn't look up. She stared at the candy like it had personally betrayed her. Her voice came out low and bitter.

I cannot let Daxton die, and I know that I need to do something. “A-Anne, are you... okay?” I managed to ask. She was lying on the floor, and if my sight was still accurate, her eyes were closed. Damn it! Among the three of us, Anne got the worst beating. She was tough even though she looked so weak. She coughed blood before answering, “W-we should n-not let them c-come here...” One of the witches probably heard that as she rushed immediately toward Anne and pulled her hair in irritation.

"I think I'm going to go back to that neighborhood tomorrow and ask around. I bet there are a few witnesses that would be willing to talk." "Well if you do go back, count me in." Berk picked up the newspaper on his desk, he flipped through a few pages, and started reading. * Anne didn’t like this weather. The snow collected so fast that the wipers were almost useless. This made her feel nervous. Jack had fallen asleep against the door and he had started to drool. The snow on the road was piling up. Anne saw a few cars pulled off to the side. She was barely cruising because there was no way she was going to hurt her car. Anne couldn’t see any of the road signs. None of them were visible. She

Pick up the photograph. My blood goes cold. Anne. Tied to a chair. Basement walls—concrete, damp, a single bulb hanging overhead. Her arm is bandaged. Her lip is split. Her cheek is bruised purple and yellow. She has been hit. More than once. And her eyes— Her eyes are terrified. Not the fear of someone who got caught. Not the shame of someone who knows they are guilty. This is something else. Something deeper. Something that makes my chest tighten and my hands curl into fists.

Everyone present assumed the worst for Anne, including Dylan, who ultimately couldn’t stand by idly. He lunged forward, reaching out to catch her, but he was a moment too late. From the 88th floor, her fate seemed certain—until, three floors down, a high-rise window washer with impressive reflexes managed to catch her mid-fall. Though Anne survived with only a scare, her left arm was badly injured. Helena insisted on taking her to the hospital, but Anne refused stubbornly. “Mom, I’m not going. This injury isn’t fatal.”

At those words she got scared,thinking of the possibility of things that could happen,her main focus was on the agency she was building. "Y...yes I am,who's this?" she squeaked. "I didn't call you for introduction, your sister,Rosie McClure and a man,Davis Greene,were involved in a car accident,we you to come over to Bareville hospital,now," Anne started shivering, it was like the heaters were not working. Then in a minute,her brain started functioning again. She picked up her coat,wore her boots,grabbed her car keys and bolted out of the house.

The ground was icy cold. Gladyce had long disappeared. With tears on her face, Anne felt a sharp pain on her face as the wind blew. But she had to get up, or Gladyce's sacrifice would be in vain. She was in an overly sad mood, so she fell down again after getting up from the ground several times. Her palm was cut by a rock, bleeding. With great difficulty, she took out the signal flare from her pocket and closed her eyes.

the woman said with sympathy on her eyes. "Thanks," Amelia replied curtly, then she said to Shirley motioning to the bus in front of them, ,"let's go." Shirley entered the bus, moving to the back do that she can hide from the eyes of everyone. She settled on the seat by the window, resting her head on the window for support. When the bus got filled up, it rumbled to life. Shirley looked outside the window, the moon light shone brightly on the sky and Shirley gazed up in sadness as she thought silently, 'so Mother Moon had witnessed everything tonight; the slaughter and abduction of her own creation, Zane and Robert inclusive, still she shone brightly in all her glory, watching over them like

The ruckus she met when she got back to the class was enough to make her blood boil hot. Anne, the class gossip was all over the classroom shouting at Cyrus, Nicole’s crush since kindergarten to follow to meet Marie, the new girl in class. Nicole put the connections together, Marie and the boy that had crashed into her, it seems they were siblings, the two were very alike, too naughty for their own good. Pushing her way through the ruckus, she made her way to her seat, which was still directly behind Cyrus, and gave her no escape from the drama. Cyrus was the only guy her father was not weary of, whenever she was in his company, he does not complain and even encourages her to stay with Cyrus