Novel & Cerita His Lost Queen Annie Whipple

But just as she was about to step forward, Kendrick suddenly turned away. Someone had called his name. Following his gaze, Annabelle saw the figures of Willie and Ada. Ada — the same woman who had falsely accused her of stealing a watch on the beach, then intentionally disrupted the filming on the yacht. Even though Annabelle had retaliated, the mere sight of Ada still filled her with resentment. It seemed that Willie’s group had stayed on the island and joined the party. Annabelle, struggling to keep her balance, slipped on her shoes with Gauge’s assistance. She hobbled forward, determined to face whatever storm awaited her.

"Wearing a crown. Coiled around a broken sword." Varek took one slow step back. Boots bolted to the floor. "That line is dead," Varek said. The words came out like gravel. "The Sovereign King and his wife burned in the Sector Four sweeps. Ten years ago. There was no child." "The girl is twenty," Tor said. Voice coming back now. Harder. Like he'd made a decision. "She grew up in Sector Four. She fights with the Sovereign form... you saw it yourself in the hallway. And her father isn't hiding from a shipping debt." Something moved in Tor's face. Something complicated and old and guilty. "He's a Royal Guard. He's been keeping her buried in the outer rim for ten years to keep her breathing."

Britney raised her arm to slap the maid for talking back, but stopped mid-swing when Annabelle’s hand clamped around her wrist—firm but not cruel. Britney yanked against the grip. “Who the hell are you to interrupt me? Do you know who I am?” “I don’t care if you’re the Queen of England,” Annabelle said coldly. “Employer or not, you don’t touch your staff.” Britney tore free, eyes glinting. “Well, the tramp speaks. In my nephew’s house, you’re nothing but his… entertainment. Annabelle Hamilton, the kept woman.”

She turns around and leaves. “What?!” Quinn sounds scandalised. “How could you?” I’m watching Nessa’s retreating back and I‘m acutely aware of how much I’ve fucked up. I’ve fucked up bad. “You are no better than a common whore. An Abandoned whore at that.” Annie sneers. The words jab but only a little. I’ve never cared what the insect-faced woman thinks but I am not enjoying being the butt of this. “I am terribly disappointed.” Quinn sniffs. “I could have sworn you were not that kind of woman.”

This time, I didn't chase him, didn't clutch at his sleeve, didn't sob and beg him to stay. I just stood there, staring after him, until his footsteps grew fainter. The sting in my nose began to spread, sharp, hot, and unrelenting. The photos had only just been developed, and already they lay in shreds. But the face on them was already carved into my memory. So this was Winnie Leigh. She was beautiful. I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep from breaking into sobs, but the tears spilled anyway, rolling down my hand like beads from a broken necklace.

Ann said, glancing over her shoulder at them. Her gaze moved momentarily beyond Phoenix and Genie, her eyes suddenly flinging wide. She stopped walking, tugging on Henry's sleeve as she did so. “It's her, Henry,” she gasped. “That bitch! She's just walked in. And alone too. Don't turn round, Nix. Pretend you're talking to me while I surreptitiously watch.” He didn't turn round, but his spine had gone instantly straight, the hand on Genie's hip freezing. She risked a peek over her shoulder. The bitch Ann was referring to was Whitney Webster, looking exquisitely feminine in oyster pearl chiffon.

Barbie had been glancing around the hallway absentmindedly, but upon hearing Annie's name, she immediately nodded. "Know her?" Barbie repeated with a faint snort. "They had quite the feud." Jane remained silent, allowing Barbie to continue. "It was one of the biggest pieces of gossip among the maids for quite a while. Annie's pride was wounded terribly after losing to that girl. You see, the maid who died wasn't just hardworking. She was known throughout the mansion for being an exceptional baker. Everyone loved the desserts she made." Barbie folded her arms as she continued speaking.

With that, he fell his ass on his seat. “Stop it, Mr Aguire. It’s not her father or brother who got her back, it’s her husband,” another man speaks up and he is the man I hate the most inside this building. I hate his guts but I cannot just easily kick him out of my company. “Thalia Isabelle Lamnelle-Brickser,” he stated. “That name alone added to her power,” he added and I stood up from my seat. Gossips are everywhere and with the kind of world we have, the news spread faster than a bullet.

Harper puts her hand up to her mouth to hold in her laughter while Bri's body shakes with giggles. "He's right." another woman says, walking up towards us. "It's what she would have wanted." she adds. The women is tall, slender, with short dark hair and bright blue eyes that look familiar. "I'm Annie. Pearl's granddaughter." she explains, taking a moment to shake all of our hands and now I see the resemblance. "It's nice to meet you. So sorry for your loss." I say. We introduce ourselves, Gwen going last. "Oh, so you're Gwen." Annie says.

she whispered playfully. “No,” the woman smiled, squeezing her hand. “Kindness isn’t a job.” She laughed quietly. Patted the woman’s shoulder. “You’ll be fine,” she said. “Just go inside for your complete treatment, okay? The nurses will take care of everything.” “Alright, alright,” the woman replied, still smiling. “Don’t disappear on me.” “I won’t.” She waited until a nurse guided the wheelchair away. Then she straightened, turned and started walking down the corridor fast.