Loving Annabelle 2 Novels & Stories

Ted chuckled at her behavior. "You're such a kid" he commented and Ally simply grinned at the packet of gummy bears. "I love you" Ally said and I smiled thinking that she was saying that to me but then I realized that she was talking to the packet. "I love you too" I drawled sarcastically making the guys chuckle. "Guys" Rachel whined and laid herself on the couch. "I don't wanna watch a movie" she said and surprisingly, the guys nodded except Justin. "Well, I want to watch Paranormal activity" he whined and I scoffed at his reaction.

Mitha replied in between moans that came out of her mouth. Jack chuckled. Then began to arrange his body in an intimate position with Mitha. "If this hurts, consider it your punishment," Jack said hoarsely. Mitha nodded slightly. Jack prepared this. Then, something felt like tearing at Mitha's intimate bottom. Not only tearing but also playing there. Surprisingly they both enjoyed each other. No one feels coercion or pain. And without them knowing ... There is a camera stored near the bed they are occupying. The camera that recorded everything that happened in the room, was then automatically sent to someone who was huddled in the corner of the hotel room while still shedding tears.

she added pointing at me accusingly. " absolutely not possible. please try and understand. I haven't even told Dante that I have an identical twin "I said trying to reason with her. " this is how it has always been. you always get the good things, I am hidden from the world while the whole world knows you 'Annabelle Spencer' . they know the both of us as you. "she accused raising her voice.

She quickly walked to the door and opened it. "Well, well, well, look who we have here, the sluttish baby-making factory," Joelle said as she pushed Anabelle aside and walked in. "What the hell are you doing in my boyfriend's house?" She clenched out and Anabelle stepped back to avoid her claws. "I am here because of my son" Anabelle replied in a tired tone as she walked back towards the couch that she just got up from. She wished that she could avoid this right now because she already had a lot on her plate and was not ready for more drama.

, Annabelle sniff a tear that was threatening to come out. "It's ok my dear".

He added a questioning emoji "I lied. I'm sorry but you need to help!" "Are you home?" "Don't come!!!" "Okaaaayy" he sent. " Let's do a video call. I'll help." And that was it. I opened the laptop in no time, then ended the call with him. I knew deep down he was going to ask questions, and more questions and I wasn't gonna give any answers, not one answer. I saw the chatroom. {Miss Annabelle escaped from the rehab. A few weeks ago. We caught her and the woman who helped her out but there is a big problem. She gotten her memory. She keeps asking for her daughter, her family. The rehab is concerned, she's making trouble Master."

Annabelle shut the door gently, waited three seconds, and then, did a little victory dance. She walked towards Tristan’s bed with a triumphant smile. “Well, hello, Tristan. Remember me?” she giggled. “You said you were going to find me and imprison me even if it's the last thing you do. So, congratulations, you accomplished one out of the two. You found me and here I am. And guess what? It is the last thing you do, ha!” She ran her fingers gently across his face and chest. “Too bad you have to die, you and I would have made a great couple but of course you prefer my sister even though we literally have the same face!”

Determined to protect Lilith, he vanished into the depths of the dark woods, pursuing the threat. "Alvin," a familiar voice called out, causing Alpha Chul to freeze mid-drink. He slowly lowered the bottle back onto the table as his blurry vision cleared, revealing Annabelle walking towards him. She squatted before him, delicately placing her hand on his face and caressing it gently. He stared at her, his words trapped within the depths of his grief.

I stood close to her side, not letting her go, and we both threw flour over each other's faces, making cute memories with her smile refueling my soul, The whole kitchen space was covered with flour, and I held her close sniffing the flour scent out of her while she giggled. I placed her on the cabinet kissing her slowly, she held onto my head rubbing my neck, the sound of the whistling kettle disrupted our love story. I moved over to turn the heater off, and the moment I turned back, the cabinet was empty. Annabella was no longer there, I screamed her name, my lungs choking. "Anabella!"I ran around the house but she was nowhere close, I sank to my knees, heart broken, the science slowly fade

Then he ended the call. Annabelle got up and started a caricature ballet, dramatically leaping across the room and spinning on her toes with a mocking elegance while singing, “So this is love.” I groaned as I fell back on the bed. Why did Vincent have to call when Annabelle sat next to me? I'm never going to get enough of her teasing today.