Garcello X Annie Novels & Stories

They found their way down the stairs, then to the door. “What’s going on?” Annie turned to Ella, shocked to see a chauffeur standing right outside a limousine. Ella shrugged. “I don’t know.” “Good evening Miss Annie, Miss Ella. I’m Andre, your chauffeur for the night. I’ve been hired by Mr Ivan James to take you to the Your venue. “Uh okay.” She said unsure as she was expecting to see Julius and the Bentley Eric agreed to lend her for the night. “Let the party begin.” Ella squealed as she stepped into the limousine and Annie followed suit.

Solange wanted to guess the plan because Lorenzo was a professional assassin but she didn't think Annie was so mad that she'd end the love of her life. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." Annie said. "I’m going to make her feel what I’m feeling right now. I’m going to take the one thing she loves most.” She smiled evilly. “Her daughter?”. Solange made a face. "Or the boy?". She gasped. "Cesar?! You wouldn't." “That’s for me to know and for you to find out.” Annie smirked. ****** “I thought... I told everyone to keep their damn phones away?”. Cesar asked glaring murderously at Cole Thorton who was the head of his IT department.

Paityn said to Annie, “Let’s go with this one. We'll make sure Carol’s nursery is next to mine during renovation.” Annie took the materials back and replied, “Don’t worry, Ms. Paityn.” Although Annie was young, she was a veteran in the workplace. She crouched down and pulled a pack of brand-name chocolates from her briefcase. Then, she handed it to Carol while also patting her head. Annie truly envied Carol. Some people were just born into luxury. … At that moment, Paityn’s phone on the desk rang. When she looked at the caller, she saw that it was Annie's biological father calling—Jamie.

I laughed and grabbed her hands, the gays ran out of the super market and made their way into the car, I spared no time in pressing the engine and stepping on the gear, small pebbles and dust were left behind with Donald waving at us in the mirror. “I guess it takes a baddie to change people”. Lex snickered. “Oh a gangsta” I said glancing at Annie. “Nah señorita I’m a mafia princess.” Annie said with a smirk. “I never knew you could do that” I said smiling at her. “I could do a lot more sugar” “Ooh KINKY!” Piper cooed “Oh shut up please” Sup guys!!! Hope y’all doing good? Drink enough water and stay safe. >33

Annie had been left waiting in a dining hall by Grace. The dining hall a long table running down the middle, the high celing was painted in gold and an archway sparkled as light bounced off. Annie stood still as she waited, almost afraid to move. Annie's dress made her feel wildly uncomfortable. Annie realised the dress was one size too small, something Annie hoped wasn't done on purpose but judging by the large wardrob that seemed to be filled with clothes tha fit her, Annie suspected this was a dig. A show of power and control. Annie knew not to show her discomfort. She wouldn't let Xavier feel that he had won.

"Who is it? If it's those carolers from the church again, tell them we already bought our tickets to the Christmas concert!" "I'm not sure, dear," Mr Morales called back, still looking at Annie and Killian with polite confusion. "It's a young couple." Mrs Morales appeared behind her husband, and Annie's heart cracked clean in half. She was smaller than Annie remembered. So much smaller. Her hair, which she'd always worn long and dark and usually in a braid, was now cut into a neat bob that framed her face, and it was streaked with grey colour. She had on an apron over her clothes—a floral print with ruffles, and she was wiping her hands on a dish towel.

A knock at the door interrupted my train of thought as my assistant walked in. “Miss. Scarlet, the press conference is about to start!” Annabelle said to me. She was a lifesafer at 5 feet tall, slender build and beach blonde hair. She wore the signature black professional dress with flats. She was the perfect assistant and someday, she will do great on her own.

Anne said, making her way towards them with Garcia behind her. “All will end by the time he pushes me to the cliff and I in turn will slit his throat.” He said, receiving the box from Armani and with his hand around Scarlett's neck, he said, “Let’s go in.” Until they disappeared into the hallways, Anne and Garcia wouldn't stop staring at them with a large scowl on her face. “He wasn't joking.” Garcia mumbled. “Leave Damien for me to handle. I know how to bend him to do my will.” Anne boasted and together, they made their way into the building.

They look like celebrities. "Yara," Damien says, squeezing my hand once to grab my attention. "This is the man I've talked so much about. General Adam Gallagher." Adam Gallagher? I look at him and he nods once in greeting. I try to keep my face neutral and friendly. I feel it in my gut; it's him. It's the man I've spent weeks and weeks looking for. The woman standing beside him was at Damien's birthday party, sitting on his table. Ferdinand Cooper mentioned him to Damien last night. It can't be a coincidence. Also, the title General? I'd almost forgotten that. It's him, I'm sure of it. I've never been so sure of something in all my life, even though there isn't any concrete evidence that it'

Her cries fell on deaf ears when Marcello took the frying pan and knocked her out. "Gordon's sure to come back. Leave him a message," Vincenzo didn't need to do much to leave a message. He fired a few bullets at the shelves, breaking it and causing the foodstuffs to slide off one side. Marcello took their baseball bat and smashed the plates, wine bottles and furniture. "All done! Gordon would be happy to see how we helped decorate his house," Marcello threw Anna over his shoulder, tied her up, stuffed her mouth and threw her into the trunk.