Goanimate Annabelle Novels & Stories

"You know you are, we must do phone sex sometime, I've got a feeling we'd both enjoy it enormously." "If you hurry home, you'll be enjoying the real thing in less than an hour." "I can't wait. Bye sexy Mummy." "Bye gorgeous." After saying goodbye to her friends, Annabelle marched quickly to the shop that she was keen to visit. Then she jumped into a taxi and was home in no time. During the short taxi ride, she'd had her tote bag on her lap with the present inside. The present was packaged in a smart box, just over a foot long and four inches wide. She couldn't resist poking one corner of the box through her skirt, and into her pubic mound. By the time she was home, she was nicely stirred, an

I had agreed to play house to cheer her up, and I couldn’t deny how much she seemed to adore the ridiculous makeover. “Say cheese!” Juliet’s amused voice broke through my self-loathing. I turned just in time to see the flash of a Polaroid camera. She grinned mischievously, holding the photo triumphantly as evidence of my humiliation. Before I could protest, Annabelle leaped into my arms. “Carry me! Carry me!” she sang, and I had no choice but to comply. Another camera flash. I glanced at Annabelle, who giggled and clung to me like I was her personal hero.

By late afternoon, I received another message—this one more direct, more personal: “Hmmmm, I can see that the little girl is clever but she cannot protect everyone. Someone will suffer tonight and it will be someone she loves. Watch carefully.” I felt a surge of fury, my hands trembling as I held the phone. Ronan’s voice was low, tense. “Annabelle… she’s escalating. She wants to make you panic, she wants to make you react emotionally. That’s always been her weapon, emotional torture.” I took a deep breath. “Then we strip her of that weapon.”

Be prepared to shift, bring spare clothes. Alarm, sharp and spiked, immediately pierced the link. It was Annabelle. ‘Is she okay?’ Her worry was a frantic wave of static against my mind. ‘She’s better than okay,’ I sent back, a dark chuckle escaping my lips. The sound was low, predatory. ‘She knows I’m her mate, and she may require some convincing that we’re real.’ A wash of relief followed, so potent it was almost dizzying, and then came Jim’s smug amusement, a smirking energy I could feel even without words.

The ejaculate from her pussy squirted down the folds of her prom dress. "You going to have a little black baby," Imani whispered, her voice cheerful. "You going to be a mom." After the black guys finished with her, the film crew wanted a turn. They laid down their cameras, stood Annabelle up, and then bent her face down over the table. Someone raised her knee, putting it on the table. Something wet seeped from her cunt. A small puddle of juice pooled on the floor between her legs. Annabelle felt the scratchy tip of the marker on her back; the cowboys standing around the table read it and laughed. They took turns fucking her, but none of them fucked her long enough to come.

Light pulsed outward, momentarily pushing back the shadows. The creature recoiled, its form flickering, but its laughter followed, deep and mocking. “This is the best you can muster? No wonder the rogue toyed with you for so long.” Annabel took the opening, leaping onto its massive arm. She clawed her way up its shifting surface, aiming for the glowing orbs of its eyes. The creature swatted at her like a fly, but she moved quickly, digging her claws in deeper to hold on. “You talk too much,” she growled, slamming her claws into its face.

I don’t want anything to happen to you, ok? - I’ll keep that in mind, thank you. - Ok, first the hair. Three hours passed until Annabelle was done. Too bad I cannot see myself in the mirror. I mean I can see shadows but not my reflection. I guess Phillip will be my mirror. In this time Annabelle fixed my hair into curls and lifted it up, letting a few strains framing my face. About the makeup, she told me that I have red lipstick and dark nude with black mascara around my eyes. A little blush and I were ready to go!

I felt his eyes, dark and heavy, feeding off my pain. “You expect anything else from a weakling?” Laurene’s voice slithered through the air like poison. The entire diner fell silent. And then— A loud, violent growl. Abaddon moved so fast, I barely processed it. One second, Laurene was smugly nestled against him. The next, his hand was wrapped around her throat. “Say that again,” he said, his voice sharp, inhuman. “And I’ll feed you your tongue.” Laurene gasped, clawing at his fingers, eyes wide with terror.

Anna does not dodge. Instead, she bares her fangs and snarls, taking on the attack head-on. She could only hope her wolf is still as strong as before. She catches him in her mouth and bites, deep and strong, until he cries out. She releases him and throws him to the wall, creating a dent with the impact. The audience gasps and hurriedly goes a few steps back, avoiding being collateral damage. Seeing her strength still intact, Anna heaves a sigh of relief.

Lord have mercy on that dick head if a minute passes and he's still not done. “Leave brother…oh fuck! J-just leave…..yes yes, right there, fuck!....I d-don't want to s-see you brother.” Annabelle whimpered, much to my annoyance. “20 seconds gone, 40 more to go and you had better call it a wrap!” I snarled as I peeped at my watch. I was loosing my patience, so close to doing something crazy but because family was involved, I had to keep myself in check.