Garcello X Annie Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Thank you, Atlas. We can do that this afternoon.” By the time they sat down to an early dinner that Anais had cooked, they had gotten groceries and Anais had a full wardrobe on the way for the winter. *** ANAIS POV “Atlas,” Anais shouted her mate’s name as she stomped down the hallway. “Yes, Anais?” he calmly asked. Atlas was working in his office. He looked up as Anais stopped at the threshold. “Garth is bringing up three dozen roses. Do you know anything about this?” Anais crossed her arms over her chest and frowned at her mate.

It worked. Annie looked at her friend with softness dancing in her eyes. “Are you sure?” She asked, loving the reassurance. “If you don't trust either me or Dylan then trust the fact that he is the fucking most feared mafia and I want your happiness -” Cammie jabbed her in the arm before speaking “- now let's redo your make-up and get you married… you don't want to leave your hot boyfriend standing alone on the altar. Mrs Xavier.” Annie blushed, her cheeks bright pink. Chuckling, she stood from the floor, moved to the dresser and sat letting her friend do her hair.

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

11 ADRIAN My stomach lurched as I watched Anne sidle up to Annalisa, a sly smile playing on her lips. Annalisa, blissfully unaware, was engrossed in a conversation with Beatrice. A prickle of unease ran down my spine. There was something about Anne’s posture, the way she held the wine glass a little too close to her body, that set off my internal alarm bells.

I caressed her face while kissing and finally we got away. “It was awesome,” she whispered. “Oh my bold girl, yes it was” She blushed hard. “Oh Alex, I hope you get well soon--” she stopped. She knew that the moment I got well, she would leave. “Oh, I mean…” “I know what you mean but I hope i don’t ever get well now” She looked at me with anger. “Say that again” “I hope I get well soon” She laughed. “Oh see! The gangster is scared of me!”

Garry looked up to see Anastasia rushing towards him and an unfamiliar fat girl accompanying her from behind. “Anastastia...” Garry trailed off and Anastasia reached him to share a hug. Garry's eyes were red and worried. He had dark circles and bags under his eyes. Anastasia knew that Garry was in charge of the decorations and other chores for Thanksgiving while Carla would manage with only the turkey.

Names make people real. Her mouth moved. Nothing came out. Fine. I slid arms under her. Light, fragile, bones sharp under soaked clothes. Her cheek fell against my shoulder like she’d done it forever. Annabel shrieked from the car doorway. “You cannot be serious! She smells like gutter.” “Get in the escort car,” I ordered, not ready to shout over rain. “I—I was in the middle of—” She gestured to my half-done buttons. “And now you’re done.”

The Rothesay Convention and Exhibition Center was packed with people today because the triennial Bijoux Gala was held here. Zachary’s luxury Rolls Royce drove into the exclusive parking area reserved for the VIP. As soon as Charlotte got off the car, Annalita got out of the red Ferrari parked in the adjacent parking space. “Carlie, I’ve been waiting for you for quite some time. Come with me. Let’s stay together.” “Oh.” Charlotte walked to Annalita. Miranda, who was holding Annalita, rolled her eyes and said, “Bloody hell! What an entrance, but you made my mom wait. Who do you think you are?”

“What do you mean? Why did you stop Vanessa from talking to me? Who are you to her?” Annie, the woman who had spoken, turned and locked eyes with Mavis. She was a striking figure, tall, graceful, and impeccably beautiful, much like the high-end escorts from the Public Relations Department. Annie had worked as a waitress at Club Scarlet Heart for two years, but her beauty made her stand out among the others. Mavis knew that Annie wasn’t someone to be easily intimidated, and it seemed like she relished the power she had in the room. Annie paused for a moment, her gaze cold and calculating as she assessed Mavis. Then, with a sharp tilt of her head, she sneered. “Idiot, mind your own business,”

He walked out on him and drove out of the club to his mansion. He couldn't get a good sleep. He kept on wondering what woman Yu talked about but he remained clueless. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * That morning, Annie was as early as a bird. She had finally come up with a good plan and she really hopes it would work out. That morning, she got dressed in a yellow body con gown and a pair of black heels.. She got to Travis mansion early and set out to prepare his breakfast. The dining was set in a jiffy and she added a flower into transparent glass and kept it on the dinning.