Loving Annabelle 2 Novels & Stories

So me and Arizer head back to the main house and that is where we see Annabelle having an argument with Blaze. "Maybe one day you will get over it Blaze, it has been over twenty years now."

Clara replied immediately as she didn't want any trouble to herself. “I knew it all along, Clara. You're indeed a fool, you don't have to remind me because I always remember”. Annabelle stated before she added, “Anyways, I don't think I'll be back soon. But make sure if I return you're awake and not sleeping!”. After saying this, Annabelle left the mansion and went to her car.

my mother said as she leaned across the table towards me as if to get a closer look in my face. I was certain by that time from how hot my face felt that I was blushing wildly. I couldn’t bring myself to meet her eyes because I was scared that she would realize what was going on between Rowan and me. Rowan thrusted his fingers mercilessly against my pleasure spot and I could feel myself inching closer to my climax. I was certain that he was enjoying himself as his fingers continued to tease my insides. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut as I covered my face with my hands while I begged him silently in my mind for him to stop torturing me this way. I couldn’t believe that I was on the verge of c

Evans shuddered, “I don’t need to have grandpups right now. Gods, help me...” Annabelle finally escaped Vincent and rushed over to her father, her auburn hair and green eyes matching that of her mother’s. “Can I go swimming down at the river with Vinny and the others?” “What did your mom say?” Walker asked, “Where is your mom anyway?” Annabelle giggled, “Hiding her scent from you, apparently...” “See?” Evans chuckled, “Ten going on twenty over here..” Roxie waved to Walker as she let the rest of their children out of the house and into the open air.

Annabelle's a loner until her father starts to talk to her. NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> Annabelle cleaned her glasses after she had been studying biology for two hours. She put on her spectacles again and yawned. She opened her notebook on the last page and wrote; I have always been alone. It's a long time I've forgotten about love. The girl sighed and sniffled. She was about to start to sob again when Rick knocked the door and went in her room.

“You’re a funny one.” At first, I couldn’t make sense of the video. I leaned in, squinting, trying to understand what was happening. It showed a room, an empty room. On second look, it looked exactly the same as this room, with some furniture changed. After a few seconds, Annabelle walked in, dressed in a fluffy gray bathrobe, drying her hair off and humming a tune. “What is this?” I asked, turning to her. “The truth.” She placed a hand on the top of my head and turned my head back to the laptop. “Continue watching.”

I was taken aback by his Laura’s mature response. I hadn’t expected her to react like this. I took a deep breath and looked at Annabelle. “What were you thinking?” I asked, in a much calmer voice. “I thought that if I took Laura away, no one would be able to have you except me.” Annabelle said, tears still streaming down her face. “You don't know how much I love you, and I just couldn’t bear the thought of not being able to get who I want.”

Annabelle’s father motioned for security, but I pressed on, desperation driving me. "Annabelle, please," I pleaded, stepping closer to her. "I know I’ve hurt you, and I know you have every reason to hate me, but I can’t let you go without a fight. You’re the love of my life. I want to spend the rest of my days making up for the pain I’ve caused you." Annabelle looked at me, her eyes filling with tears. I could see the conflict in her expression, the war between her love for me and her desire for a stable future with Henry. The security guards moved towards me, but I stood my ground.

A good night's sleep later, I woke up, only to find no sign of Annabelle anywhere. However, when I checked my phone, I saw that my rival had sent me a photo. "Mr. Goodman, do you have a taste for being cuckolded? Did you know that your wife was using your money to support her lover?" In the photo, Annabelle was leaning affectionately against Bernard's shoulder, a wide smile on her face as they picked out rings at a jewelry store. … Just as I got ready to send the divorce lawyer part of the evidence I had gathered, I suddenly received a call from Annabelle.

Chapter 50 Damon POV I stayed back a little distance as Cal led our little procession with Annabelle besides him. Annabelle listened every Cal said like it was life sustaining. There was a certain glow on Annabelle’s face as we went around town. I was conscious of the small distance between her and I. I always made sure that it wasn’t reduced or widened.