Novel Anne Of Green Gables นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The Great Library was a cathedral of silence, a place where the air felt like velvet and the dust motes danced in shafts of eternal, golden light. Anna moved through the obsidian aisles with a lightness she didn't quite understand, her feet silent against the polished floor. She was wearing a dress of gossamer white, a garment that felt like a second skin of clouds. In her arms, she cradled a stack of books so high they nearly obscured her vision,leather bound tomes of McKinnley history, scrolls of celestial magick, and genealogies that stretched back to the first dawn.

*** I had spent over two hour’s replying emails, signing digital documents for some properties and surveying pictures and videos of the new car I want to get Anne for school… of course she wouldn’t be driving herself. I was finally done with work and had already made play-date’ish arrangements with Dashiell and Isolde strictly for the sake of Annelise, I don’t visit people unless it’s for business. The time was over 10 minutes past 11am and Anne was still in bed, she would usually wake up early to make breakfast, sleeping this long was unlike her. I closed the laptop and made my way to the bedroom, there she was, sitting on the mini bedside couch, all freshened up wearing a white robe with a

Anna began to wonder if that was a normal thing in Regis. ″And where are you two coming from?″ Mrs. Kyle asked as she gave them a piercing gaze. ″We're sorry ma'am. She's new,″ Brooke said, gesturing to Anna, ″and didn't know her way around.″ ″I see. Please introduce yourself to the class,″ the teacher said. This was the moment Anna dreaded the most but she just had to do it. She faced the glass and said. ″Hi, everyone. My name is Annabelle Siromani.″

Anne defends herself. “You are writing novels. Why don’t you pursue that?” I asked her. She told us that since college, she used to write stories. She shook her head. "I am too busy.” “But you have finished stories, right?” Iya asked. It's only been a week since I met Anne, and today was our first girl bonding, but we already know so much about each other. Well, I guess that is the girl's hidden talent. We catch up so fast, and we gather things so quickly.

* Annabel pov Darrel and I walked out of the class , heading to the cafeteria . I already returned Darrel's belt to him. As we walked through the lobby,a girl suddenly bumped into me. The books she was holding fell down and she gasped and quickly bend down to grab it. I bent down and help her picked up her note book and pen. "Watch where you are going another time "I said to her as I handed over her book and pen . "Thanks" she raised up her head and.... she is actually the new girl.

ANNE I woke up to the sound of my phone alarm, it was always set to wake me at 6 every morning, I yawned and got up. Wait, this doesn't look like my room at all, the walls were blue and the room looked really manly, a king sized bed at the middle, a bookshelf full with books that looked like something I'd read for a year. Though I loved reading books, these books were all huge. Then it clicked, I never went home yesterday, I really need a change of clothes and some food. Going home was my best option, I opened the room door and peeped outside, some freshly baked bread smell hit my nose as my stomach growled in response. Does Brian cook? I wondered, I fully opened the door and went quietly

" 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.

She pushed the door to her room open and entered, closing it firmly behind her. Anne sat on her bed, her frown deepening. "She just wouldn't stop making me feel like I'm doing nothing. Ugh," she mumbled, running her hands through her hair. Anne stood up and walked into the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, she glared at her reflection. "I can't wait for all this to be over. I'm sick of this city." Suddenly, her eyes turned white, and the image of a woman in a queen’s apparel appeared in the mirror. Anne bowed her head in respect.

When Annie grabbed her bag, his eyes caught a glimpse of his favorite novel in her bag and that was the final straw. "Where did you get those novel from?" He almost barked at her. Annie gained balance and swiveled her head to his sides. "Hmmm it's a book by StargirlSola, I love that writer so much" Annie replied.. "I see" was all Travis could say. Annie nodded and left. "Goodness. This meal is so delicious" Travis muttered immediately Annie was out if sight. Something is really wrong with the new girl, he knows that she is definitely up to something and he will find out sooner or later.

The phone rang again, Anne Jenner picked it up but her eyes fell on the tablet screen, her voice soft, "Hello." The other end heard this soft sound and was silent for a moment. Just said: "Anne Jenner, befriend me." A low-pitched sound resounded. Anne Jenner regained her senses, she pursed her lips, "Wait until I wake up and then calculate." After saying that, Anne Jenner directly hung up the phone, she held the phone up in front of her face, on the screen was the number of Edward Mitchell. She looked at it for a few seconds, then put down the phone and continued reading the novel "Twin". She rarely stayed up at night, she had to sleep a little late tonight, before going to bed at 12:30, abo