Novel & Cerita Lm Montgomery Anne Books

" She was wearing an elegant red printed dress and her hair was up in a bun. She looked stunning and irresistible even without wearing lipstick. I began to feel a tingling in my back and my heart skipped a beat. The librarian scolded some brats who were making noise and I took advantage of a moment of absent-mindedness to signal Monica. She understood instantly. 'Hi, I'm Anna,' I said holding out my hand, which she shook weakly. 'Monica,' she replied indifferently. The best thing for both of us was to pretend it was the first time we had met. So we disguised ourselves as skillfully as we could by talking about the genius of Stratford-upon-Avon, until we were shooed away and the room closed.

“I'm still alive; thanks to you this time.” It puzzles me how blithe he is about being poisoned by his own family. And I can only marvel at why he isn't doing anything about it but it's his family matter; who am I to meddle in their affairs? “Do you like reading, Miss Raelynn?” He raises the book. “You see, I'm old; I can't barely make out the words and Dr. Isabella isn't here to read it to me.” “Of course, Mr. Montgomery.” I immediately reach out and take the book; I sit on the side of the bed. I realize the genre of the book is a horror one. “You like reading horror?” I look at him flabbergasted.

He looked into my eyes, “Promise me, Kaelia. Promise me you wouldn't leave again, no matter what. Chances of me surviving if just got lower,” I giggled, “I'm not going anywhere, Mr Montgomery,” The house was a mansion just next to a beautiful lake. With no one else there apart from us, I guessed it was all private. Freddy led me inside while a couple of servants hauled our bags in. There was a chubby lady waiting for us in the living room when we entered, just like the first day I arrived at the Montgomery mansion. “Good day, Mr Montgomery, Mrs Montgomery,” The difference was, I was a bolder version of myself now.

With a quick swipe, I unlocked the screen and pulled up the novel I’d been reading earlier. “Now, where were we?” I murmured to myself. My eyes scanned the screen, picking up right where I left off—the regressor protagonist still locked in battle, monsters snarling at his heels. I was instantly pulled back into the chaos, the story gripping me by the collar. I had no idea how much time had passed until another knock pulled me out of my fantasy world. I groaned, glancing up just as Aunt George peeked her head in. She’d changed into jeans and a simple white v-neck shirt, her hair pulled back neatly, and her trusty tote bag slung over her shoulder.

Monica was still standing in the room, “ what are you doing Monica? Get going now!’ I urged and she flinched before rushing out of my office. The television screen flickered to life, it automatically showed the news channel, and the anchor’s words made me turn my attention back to the TVRay. “I’m Anna Del ray and this channel 8 news, in a surprising turn of events, the pillars of the Montgomery empire and the parents of the dashing Christian Montgomery himself have announced their divorce.” I swallowed down hard as my eyeball glued to the screen in the utmost confusion, anger, and maybe a sense of betrayal. I immediately turned to Riele, searching her gaze for answers. She knew more about He

They were monsters, created to plant nightmares in people's heads and this sight would cause Maddox again one or two sleepless nights, because before someone had put a bullet in this Iuba, he had ripped the blond woman's throat out . Maddox gritted his teeth and jumped over them outside into the garden and into a bloody hell. There were screams, wails, and sounds of pain. The Iubas growl and bite filled the air. There were so many that at first glance he couldn't see them all, but what he saw were the two little, red-haired girls on the hedge in front of the fence. And also the big Iuba, who jumped straight at her.

“How about you, Hestia? Albert? What book did you pick?” Hestia and Albert then lifted up the books that they picked. Mrs. Montague cooed at the books in their hands and proceeded to analyse them. “Wow! You live up to your personality. Unlike someone else.” Mrs. Montague threw in the shade as she briefly looked at her children who were silently reading with their father on the other side of the library. It was not quite far, but it seemed that the Montague siblings were so immersed in what they were reading that they did not notice the shade that was thrown at them by their own mother.

“She’s inviting you.” “She’s inviting Ava.” The room goes quiet. The agent straightens. “Absolutely not. Miss Montgomery is under federal protection.” I fold the paper carefully and slide it back across the table. “Protection didn’t stop her brother from dying.” “That’s not—” “She thrives on patience and cruelty,” I cut in. “If she wanted Ava dead, she’d already be gone. This is about control. About watching us choose.” Rylan studies the coordinates again. “Why leave this behind now?”

“Vampires move fast, my love.” “I guess they do,” I said as I remembered how he was able to check out the entire eighteen hundred acres of reserve in about an hour. I stood back, as he requested, while he pulled the door opened to greet our visitor. My throat contracted and my insecurities kicked in when I looked at the beautiful red head smiling at Kenton as she introduced herself as Amelia. As Kenton guessed, she was sent by the Association to be Cindy’s caretaker. I literally shrank in place as I compared my tall, underweight eighteen year old body to her statuesque, shapely twenty-something physique. She stood a few inches shorter than Kenton, so she had to tilt her oval face up to l

that no one noticed Avery’s internal collapse. The woman who had just entered, the "Lost Daughter" of the Montgomery line, was none other than Anna. Avery’s mind fractured. How was this possible? Anna was a nameless orphan—a stray. How could she be a Montgomery Alpha? Anna was a shadow of the broken woman Avery remembered. Now, she moved with the poise of a Queen, her smile warm and inviting yet hiding a bottomless chill. Harrison beamed with a feral pride, his daughter’s presence the crowning jewel of his reign. He would have stood to greet her if his legs allowed. “My blood, my daughter,” he said, his voice thick with a rare emotion.