Hello Beautiful Ann Napolitano Novels & Stories

Hazel presented hers first — a large, hand-bound scrapbook wrapped in silver ribbon and covered in pressed rose petals. “Behold,” Hazel announced dramatically, holding it up for everyone to see, “the story of Anna and her grumpy billionaire — hand-curated by yours truly.” Annabelle blinked, smiling softly. “Hazel, you’ve already given me a gift,” she said, touching the sparkling diamond earrings adorning her ears. “These were enough.” Hazel waved a dismissive hand. “Those were just to cheer your ceremony,” she said with a grin. “But this — this is to cheer you for a lifetime.” Everyone leaned closer as Annabelle carefully untied the ribbon and opened the scrapbook.

I took his hand, and a heartbeat later, I was standing on the red carpet, trying not to get blinded by the flashes. “Let's go, Sunshine.” The smile he gave me made my stupid heart flip. I slowly blew out a breath, then straightened my back, lifted my chin, and took the first step toward the hotel entrance. Something akin to pride filled Grey's expression as he led me through the carpet, but I couldn't focus on it, too busy controlling my balance in nearly five-inch heels. “Mr. Maledetti, who is your beautiful partner?” shouted one of the reporters. He stopped then, gesturing at me as he said, “This is Penelope Solari, the soon-to-be Queen of this city.”

The broadcasters kept saying and taking pictures, while Alvin alighted down the limousine and stood as he waited for the anxious Annabelle to also come out. She finally came out with a smile on her face, and gosh, who could be compared to her outstanding beauty. Her radiance could out shine even the most brightest stars in the heavens, a divine being whose beauty was so enchanting. "How do you feel to be invited to the state dinner?" They kept asking, well, they weren't asking their Alpha, but there Luna that the hadn't seen before. They knew the kind of person that their Alpha was, and didn't dare joke with him.

it’s kind of harder than I thought. “I see. No wonder you all look, professionals. Victorio’s friends are all influential no doubt. My name is Annabel Santimillion, owner of the Santimillion fashion line. I am here to talk with Victorio about our business agreement.” I said as I try to drink my glass of margarita with yellowish water below and something greenish above it I just have to follow as those distinguished women do to the movies and dramas that I watched.

When I found out I was going to die, I accepted it with ease. My mate, Simon Knightley, came to me with a sullen expression and said, "Zora, Laila has been in poor health since birth. She's an Omega with the weakest healing ability. "One of her kidneys is failing, and she needs a transplant to survive."

It looked so beautiful and the atmosphere was so calming but the storm brewing inside her was telling another story. Hamza watched her in awe. She looked gorgeous even in her plain black salwar kameez. The veil on her head and her eyes cast down. She was an epitome of innocence. Her hair was still wet as a few rogue strands caressed her cheeks and she wasn't wearing any makeup. Simply breathtaking. He passed her the menu as she stared at it. She had no appetite at all but refusing to eat would only make things gloomy. The waiter took their orders. She was fidgeting with her fingers and contemplating how she would handle the situation.

It was quite embarrassing, but she turned around and got engaged to Kendrick, the most esteemed man in Elfhedge. She didn't have many opportunities to appear in public, so various rumors started to spread online. Some said she was extremely ugly, while others claimed she was as beautiful as a goddess. As soon as they heard, everyone started discussing that the woman in front of them was Annabelle. "That's Annabelle, so beautiful. She's definitely not an ugly girl." "Gemma Pratt is also impressive. She truly lives up to her reputation as a supermodel. Her figure is truly remarkable." "If you ask me, Annabelle had a better body proportion..."

It wouldn't have been easy for me to command their respect and achieve that, knowing I am the most disrespected and humiliated member of the pack due to my woofless state. A day before Alpha Nathan's scheduled visitation. Annabelle and I had some spare time to chat after finishing our task for the day. "Have you met Lottana first son yet?" I asked her. I have been very curious about Nathan and was wondering if he is the same as his father and brother in character. Annabelle sighed deeply before answering. "No, I haven't. But I heard that he is a billionaire, very hot and handsome with a body to die for."

“And I needed someone honest. Most people tell me what they think I want to hear.” She gave a small laugh. “I’m not sure I’m qualified to judge duck.” “You’re doing fine.” Henri brought the main—filet mignon with red wine reduction, truffle mashed potatoes, asparagus—and left again. This time he didn’t come back. The meal was done. Just us now. Nina sipped her water, then looked at me. “Can I ask you something?” “Always.” “Why hotels? You could’ve done anything. Real estate, tech, finance. Why this?”

Despite her large pregnant belly, she hurriedly ran across the garden without a second thought, arms outstretched like a small child. Bella was completely caught off guard. Before she could even react, Anne had enveloped her in a tight and excited hug. Bella blinked in confusion with her arms hovering awkwardly for a moment before she tentatively returned the embrace and was still unsure of how to handle the sudden outburst of affection. AN: Hello, beautiful people. My new book, CONTRACT MARRIAGE: THE BILLIONARE'S FIRST LOVE is out! Check it out and shower me with all the comments!