Fnf Annie Novels & Stories

This might be the lady he was looking for. He clicked on her pictures and to say Eric was blown away would be an understatement. In the whole 30 years of his existence, he had never seen a lady as beautiful as she was. After admiring all her pictures, Eric went to her post and her last post was a picture of Dr Myers celebrating him for his birthday which Dr Myers replied, thanking her. This was when he knew he had found His Annie. Eric decided to check out her info and saw her bio which stated that she was the owner of Ann’s Home and a YouTuber.

We are now at our hospital. She’s still unconscious. Someone knocked on the door. It's Annie. I let her in. Annie is my personal assistant, and she’s working with me for 5 years now. She’s 35 years old. She brought me two pairs of clothes. “Changed in this while I changed her clothes. I also brought you your coat.” She told me. She’s like an older sister to me. “Thanks, Annie.” I went to the washroom and changed clothes. I'm now wearing a white t shirt and grey joggers. And good thing Annie brought my winter cotton coat. I feel warm now.

"I haven't gone by Acantha in years. They call me Annie here. Annie Brenner. It sounds more modern. What are you doing here?" "I was going to ask you the same thing." I laughed, thinking of the many great times we'd shared together. And here she still didn't look a day over sixteen, even though she was technically eighteen, like myself. Her petite stature, just 5'2", added to her youthful appearance. "I was on assignment here not long ago and decided to stay," Annie replied with a brilliant smile. "But I'll have to move on in a few years."

I clasp my hands together and close my eyes. “Hey Lord, how are you doing up there? You must be doing great. Today I'd like to ask you for a favour. Nothng's too much for you, so I'll go ahead and say it. First off, I want to kick those dickheads right in the asses, well literally. I wanna prove them wrong and shove my success right in their faces. Secondly, I want to kick off on my social life, and lastly but most importantly, I would like a boyfriend, so help me lord. Amen". I grab my stuffs and tries to hurry up before my mum meets me up with a broom.. Hey I'm Annie MacDonald, and this is my story. Tenth grade, I followed my friends to a party one of them was invited to, and I got the emb

I remarked. She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You didn’t even give me time to explain.” “Okay, go on. Explain to me,” I urged. Leaning over the desk, she began, “Well... I’m here because I’ve missed you.” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t feed me lies. Who are you chasing this time?” Annie had always been a popular girl. With crushes from every direction. And she doesn’t stay in one place when it comes to men. She like a guy today, next morning, she would dump him.

Gideon said, extending his hand toward him. I saw Graham's Adam's apple move as he swallowed, a surprised expression on his face. “Oh, right. The pleasure is mine,” he said, shaking Gideon’s hand. “Gideon and my mom are dating,” said Annie, giggling mischievously. “And who would this little thing here be?” Graham asked, pulling my daughter's cheek. “I'm not a little thing; my name is Annie,” she said, correcting Graham with a frown on his face. “Why do you have such a horrible scar on your face? Are you the bogeyman?” She asked fearfully.

Great. … I don’t know what I was expecting after Zak’s talk just now but the very attractive women sitting in front of me right now was very far from whatever it was that I was expecting. She was gorgeous and so perfect that I couldn’t understand why Zak was having any issues. Annie has the figure of a model, brown wavy hair, blue eyes, beautiful pink cheeks and a very cheerful smile. She seems innocent, young and full of optimism. I think I’ve probably ran into her a couple of times at those social gatherings or fashion shows. Not that I’ve spoken to her much before. So, this is Annie Ritza, the sole heir to the Ritza global hotel chain.

She excitedly tells me, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing around her heart shaped face. Christine is really a lovely lady. She is short, probably barely five feet tall, and dainty. Her facial expressions are quite entertaining, her freckled nose crinkled up and it wouldn’t take an empath to tell that what she was thinking about was icky. Confused, I gawk at her. “Warrior?” I ask. “Yeah, Bobby Ray told me that Deputy Scott found your camera and there was a video of you kicking the shit out of those two guys.” She explains.

"Let’s bounce. This party’s infested with trash." I didn’t argue. I’ve known Annie for not more than two minutes and I can say, she’s one of the coolest people I’ve ever met. How come I’ve never seen her in school before? As we trudged toward the parking lot, Annie grinned. "So. Wanna go have real fun?" For the first time all night, I smiled. "Hell yes." “Yes! But you have to change first, you're soaking wet.” “Not in my watch.” A voice said from behind.

She had washed her body several times, yet she could not seem to get rid of the stench of trash still stuck to her hair and body. "Annie, what is wrong with Summer today? It's almost as if she was a completely different person!" Annie's friends had followed her into the dormitory as well. One of the girls, named Becca Zimmerman, was the closest to Annie among the group. "Can you not bring up that bitch's name in front of me? It's making my stomach turn!" Annie suddenly hurled the bottle of perfume at the wall. Shattered pieces of glass flew everywhere, causing the girls to scream frantically.