Hunger Games Annie Cresta Novels & Stories

But if the Dark Child was the daughter of Estelel to Jilroid and she was her daughter to that means the Dark Child is her sister and Margarette was her aunt. “What do you want from me, Ánië?” She asked as memories of her past were brought back to her. “We only got one fragment of the Nromais.” “Don’t worry. I really don’t need them. Simple. I want the Hristoax that Estelel gave me.” “The Hristoax? But that’s mine!” “You stole it from me!” “Liar! You greedy woman!” She won’t hand the damn thing down. Ánië made three strides and was in front of her in a second; she curled her hands on her neck and choked her to death. “Give me the Hristoax.”

Annie gulped, feeling somewhat ashamed to reveal the answer, having gotten to know their perception of her mother, which could affect their perception of her also. "Cat cut your tongue? Elder Marcus asked you to tell us who you are," Rose spoke up, wearing a similar smirk as her mother. Annie knew there was no choice but to tell the truth. She suddenly smiled, making Katharina furrow her brow, wondering why she suddenly smiled when a short while ago, she seemed tensed up. Annie drew strength and confidence as she was reminded of the sacrifice of her mother. There was nothing to be ashamed of. "I am Annabeth, daughter of Margaery Dubois, of House Dubois."

Annie’s POV “It’s just a dream, Annie,” Lena said as she pulled at the cords of my corset, cinching my waist. I stared at my reflection. Pale skin, green eyes, silky brown hair. Maybe Daemon was right. There was nothing different about my appearance this morning. I still looked like a child. “I know,” I sighed, sucking in my already flat stomach as she reached the last loop. “It just felt…it felt too real, Lena. Like the pack house was actually on fire.”

LAYLA'S POV The pack house was a hive of activity, with people bustling about to prepare for the upcoming event. The kitchen staff had risen early to prepare the meal, and I was absorbed in my tasks, trying to keep my mind off what lay ahead. I also thought about Annabelle, who was juggling her responsibilities. To my surprise, Nancy arrived early, holding the dresses for the "Luna’s Creed" event. I seized the opportunity to retreat to my room for a while.

So he continued to sit down and wait for Celine's arrival. Suddenly, someone's hurried footsteps were heard, a woman rushed out of Celine's room, then she tripped and rolled down the stairs. The chaotic noise quickly attracted the attention of many people. That woman was Annie. She sees Zane and screams. "Celine is crazy, she wants to kill me. Zane! Please save me. Please." Annie appeared with a panicked face, her hair was cut short by someone, her hand was injured, and a few drops of blood began to flow from her finger. Annie's depravity caused the servants to panic, and they looked at each other in horror, then back at Zane.

“I think we’ve got a pretty chill mission this time,” said Rica as they sat next to each other on the couch, sharing a tub of ice cream, and watching the nth episode of some mystery crime series they found on N*****x. They were both in their pyjamas, as it was a weekend, and their faces were unrecognizable with the animal-patterned facial masks occupying their entire face. Rica’s hair was additionally curled around heatless curlers. “Right?” “Mhmm.” Anna unintelligibly hums in agreement, her mouth full of ice cream, her eyes glued to the screen. “That murderer’s quite intelligent,” she comments, her attention focused on the show.

Amy didn’t realize that she was moving her high heel sandals closer to the door. Her feet made subtle movements and every time she’d take a deep breath, her feet would slide closer to the exit. “I created an evil drug lord, masking herself as a CEO. Irena Jenkins was my creation. Did you like her name, Princess Death Row? I thought it would be clever to give you an evil twin who was a drug dealer. I also created monsters inside the game like the albino shape-shifting people who I called the Orexecons and the Boneseeker Men.” The gunman paused for a second, admiring his words again, and waiting for the time to seize his moment.

“Ah, threats from a slave's daughter. You know, we're so much alike in a way. Like your mother, my mother was a slave as well, a slave to one of the oldest vampire clans in Mexico. I was eighteen when a rabid dog bit me. My mother's master granted me the gift of new life. I worked for the Council and met Wadim, who introduced me to Rollin... And the rest, as they say, is history. How about you, slave? Did they even offer to give you a new life? Would they really miss you?” "They w-would. Please, don't do this." Annie's hand landed on her jacket and in a quick motion, she ripped it off and destroyed it. The coldness of the dew rubbed against her skin and her cold fingers caressed her neck. Ho

"You may call me Cresta the traitor. The punishment of the most hated traitor will soon be over. And she can rest in peace and become Cresta Kingsley again." "Cresta Kingsley." "And I too was once a Haseki, a goddess like you." "You are?" "I am, my dear." A colony of purple butterflies appeared from nowhere. Thousands of them surrounded her like a whirlpool sinking a ship. Anna grabbed Cresta's hands. She felt the ground shake around her feet, as if there had been a huge earthquake, and she floated. "Anna!!!"

The graveyard was very quiet the wind blew through the trees, the old tree leaves rustling. Aunt, I am leaving, I am going to find the truth about my family and who I am. Thank you for everything, thank you for taking care of me, thank you for sacrificing your life for me, I promise I will survive, I promise to stay alive I promise to make you proud. She stood up from the ground wiped the tears from her face and placed the flower she was holding on the grave. A pair of an eye was watching her every moment. Annie left the cemetery with the driver who was waiting for her, Mr. Dicosta assigned a driver to Annie when she started living in the Dicosta mansion, the man is not just a driver but one