Garcello X Annie Novels & Stories

She then put on her coat and followed Aaron and Xante to the elevator. On the way, Aaron saw from the corner of his eyes the same brand of coffee Annie was drinking moments before sitting on top of a male colleague's desk. He even saw Annie and the male colleague exchanging smiles. Not to mention, the male colleague was exactly the one who flirted with her before. Once the driver drove the car around, Annie got in the front passenger seat while Xante and Aaron sat in the back seat. Annie looked out of the window and she suddenly thought of something. She took her phone out from her bag and texted Corinne, [Hey, I'm on the way to see you with Mister Aaron and Miss Xante. Is there anything you

The cold marble of the Grayson Manor felt like a stage for a tragic play. Xavier Grayson had spent his life building walls that no one—not even his own mother—was supposed to scale. Yet here she was, standing in his most private sanctuary, holding the sapphire cufflinks that symbolized everything he was trying to tear down. "Son, does this look good together?" Ann Lan looked at Xavier, her eyes shimmering with a fragile hope. "I saw you were heading out, so I took the liberty of picking out an outfit for you."

"You're my stress. What's really happening here?. Who are these ladies?, what are they doing here?" "Garry threw a party and just so you know, they're his guests and I've just been waiting for you." Annie yanked his hands away. "Don't give me that. I'm not a bimbo." Sam suddenly appeared also. "Oh,hey.."he smiled at her. Annie scoffed and walked in properly. "He is here also?" Just then,the door threw opened again with Skyler and..... Rose? *

But then again, Jairo had a way of making people nervous without even trying. “Uhm…” Ann cleared her throat and forced a soft smile as everyone watched her. “I’m Annie, but my friends call me Ann. I’m based in America and I’m an actress. Leo’s friend.” Kara smiled warmly, “You have the accent,” she whispered. “I do?” Ann asked with a small laugh. Kara nodded and a few people around the table chuckled. Jairo, however, still watched Ann longer than she could tolerate before he finally looked away. He leaned toward Kara and whispered in her ear, “I made the stuffed sardines for you. Try it.”

Seeing the familiar chauffeur, Renee felt a sense of dread. A striking figure emerged. Carl. He stood silently commanding, drawing all eyes without a word. Backlit as he approached, his dark eyes were deep and distant yet impossible to ignore. "Carl, you're here." Annie moved forward, linking arms with him, her sweet expression broadcasting that he'd come for her. Carl hummed in acknowledgment, exchanging pleasantries with Mr. Declan. Mr. Declan gestured to Renee: "This is Miss Lacey, a promising talent who specially chose our local dyed fabric to meet you."

Turning the burner on as he oiled the pan, cracking a brown egg and dumping its contents onto the hot surface. Candy walked into the kitchen, her hand linked with Annie’s and he felt the butterflies come to life in his stomach. He was glad that he’d chosen to dress causal in a pair of dark jeans and Clevania t-shirt. Annie was in a flowing tunic style top with leggings, her hair pulled into a high ponytail showing off the claiming mark on her neck. She was glowing and he didn’t know if it was from the mark or from pregnancy.

"Yes. It makes no difference to me as long as I can speak with either Marcel or Antonio." When evening arrives, Annalia has already begun getting ready by putting on her makeup and getting dressed. Even though this will be a relatively simple event, there will be members of the press present. Annalia went for a tie-back wrap hem satin cami dress and paired it with platform heels for her outfit of choice. She wears gold diamond earrings, a faux pearl layered necklace, and a silver rhinestone bracelet with her hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail. Her makeup is kept to a minimum. She is ready. Adam is among the security personnel loitering in the ground lobby while they wait for her. Meanwhi

“Hi Ginger. Decided not to wear a costume tonight?” “Watch it.” She brandished a sparkling black wand. “Or I’ll put a spell on you.” The redhead pulled Annabelle into a hug, and then said, “Oh, good, you brought the nice one too,” and gave Anaisse a squeeze as well. Annabelle took the drinks Gustavo put on the bar, handed one to Anaisse, and clinked glasses with her. “Happy Hallow—”

Richard's deep blue eyes hard as flint. He turned to the bathroom door and called, "Thirty minutes, Belle. Don't make me come in there." Annabelle stepped out, the gown hugging her perfectly, the deep crimson fabric flowing down like liquid silk. The neckline framed her collarbones - delicate yet bold - while the slit along her thigh hinted at quiet confidence. Her hair, still damp and loosely pinned back, gave her the look of someone half-evoked from a dream. Her gaze met his: sleep-stung, bewildered, yet strangely composed.

" Annie shot the card a wary glance, hesitation tightening her grip on the air before she finally snatched it up "I'll give it some thought," she said softly. Andrew offered a slight smile. "Thanks a lot." During the gala night at Blackwood Enterprises, every corner of the ballroom showcased Annie's impeccable taste. Annie positioned herself beside the stage, a tiny tablet grasped tightly in her hand, observing the events as they transpired. The illumination is on point. VIP entry is clear," one of her team members murmured. "Alright," Annie whispered, her gaze sweeping over the entrance.