Lady Annabelle Raid Novels & Stories

Her cottage was in the middle between Jenny and a male companion's room. Next to the latter were Nancy and Miguel's. As expected, they shared one cottage. After having their lunch, Annabelle locked herself in her room. She didn't want to wander under the scorching sun and end up passing out. It would be too mortifying already. It was late afternoon when she started to take a stroll. Carrying her slippers in one hand, Annabelle walked around the shore. Accepting the offer

I hadn’t known he planned to speak tonight. Liam’s gaze swept the hall before settling briefly on me. I couldn’t read his expression fully but there was resolve there. “As you all know,” he began, his voice carrying effortlessly across the room, “a rogue girl was found near our borders days ago. She survived an attack that killed another.” A murmur rippled through the crowd. He continued, “Her name is Annabelle.” He gestured subtly toward her. I felt her tense beside me. “She was held captive. Abused. Left for dead,” Liam said evenly, though I knew the anger beneath his tone. “The perpetrators are still at large.”

Evangeline’s body disappearing wasn’t just an escape—it was a challenge. The rogue touched her shoulder. “This reeks of something deeper. She didn’t do this alone.” Annabel shrugged him off, turning back to the group. “Split into teams. Scour the woods. Find her trail again.” Her voice dropped lower, dangerous. “And bring her back. Alive.” The wolves scattered without hesitation, their figures dissolving into the trees. The rogue stayed behind, watching her closely. “You’re not thinking clearly.” Annabel turned on him. “I don’t have the luxury of clarity. Not when she’s still out there.”

My hand found hers, fingers lacing together naturally. Then, with a mischievous tilt of her head, she asked, “So… what’s going on in that busy, chaotic brain of yours now?” I smiled. “You want to hear about business or personal matters?” She lifted an eyebrow, teasing, “Surprise me.” I laughed softly, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “Alright… personal it is.” She leaned closer, curiosity in her gaze. “Before anything else… Annabelle's aerial attack in Cambodia. Has there been progress? Any clues on where it came from?”

Rhoda gasped in shock with her eyes almost bulging out of its socket. “Uncle… you have to save Anna’s mother. The bad lady… she took her away.” Annabelle cried out. Rhoda quickly sprang up from the ground where she knelt, and dragged Annabelle away from Alpha Kyle. “I’m sorry, Alpha. I apologize for my daughter’s recklessness.” “Leave, now.” The hoarse voice of Alpha Kyle slapped Rhoda hard. She didn’t even waste a second before rushing out of the chambers. Annabelle was unwilling to leave, but Rhoda dragged her out of the chamber. She didn’t stop wailing as she was dragged to the room.

Everything went back to normal in a matter of minutes and the only sound that could be heard was the soft sobbing of Layla in Riven's arms. Riven held her wet body close to him, relief making his knees weak. To have his mate back in his arms was all he wanted and his eyes slowly turned back to their honey depths as his beast was soothed with Layla's sweet scent. He trembled slightly as he held her close, whispering soothing words to her. Annabelle's body washed up to the shores and she crawled out of the water, coughing out the water in her lungs. Her dress and her hair was plastered to her body and she looked up slowly to Riven holding Layla close.

“Well, it’s a stupid saying.” “I hope we end up on the same island,” Quill grinned. “You’re the most interesting person I’ve met so far.” However, when we finally find our way back, we see a bloodied Andy and Blythe already there, with all three remaining flags. Annabelle is listening to their story, her expression unmoving. She doesn’t even seem alarmed by the sight of Andy’s bloodied form. When she sees us, she lifts a brow. “So, the team is back together then.”

She hastily shook her head and said, “No, no, no, both of you have misunderstood. It’s not Zayn’s fault at all. It’s all because of me…” Faye interrupted her and said, “Ms. Laking, come with us.” Shaelyn said, “That’s right, Ms. Laking. There are things that are better discussed in private.” Annabelle was very nervous. She assumed that Faye and Shaelyn would certainly give her a warning and threaten her. However, it was inappropriate for her to reject their invitation under such circumstances. She could only follow both women to the side anxiously, away from Zayn. Annabelle turned around to take a few glances at Zayn along the way. She was anxious and flustered.

Deer were roaming, and there was a sign warning visitors not to touch them. ‘Where did you learn all this? In high school?’ ‘Nope, you know they only cover a bit of it. It was from my mother.’ I remembered Radcliffe had mentioned being widow, but hadn’t received any explanation. ‘Oh, I see. What happened to her?’ I could see him sulking, as I’d asked the wrong question. ‘Sorry, it isn’t my business. How silly I am’ ‘It’s okay, Anna. She died from cancer. But what does it matter if you just want to gossip? You have no idea how it feels’

Hes a rotter, he is. Once more, all of a sudden, the kitchen entryway opened up, taking the two young ladies leap, drop their organic product, and profess to clean the closest dish. Lawrence was anticipating Miss McGovern, however she froze when she saw two young ladies in gorgeous matching white silk robes, screeching with giggling as they tore through the dirty kitchen. One of them was Arriane. The other- - it took Lawrence a second to put her- - was Annabelle. The hot-pink-headed young lady Lawrence had met for one minute at Parents Day, as far as possible back at Sword and Cross. Shed presented herself as Arrianes sister.