Novel & Cerita Overwatch Young Ana

Sean fixed Ana's blanket then left the room to see if the captured Rouge were well taken care of by Jason. *** Ana opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a spacious room similar to the castles she had watched. Ana circulated the scene not finding anyone in the room. Ana got up and took off the blanket and looked at her right leg, which was wrapped in a bandage. "Who helped me?" Ana tried to remember what happened to her. Her last memory was of a man choking her. Ana shook her head not wanting to remember what happened earlier. The girl intended to lower her feet to the floor.

“But I could smell your new cologne.” I stepped slowly toward her, standing at her side, gazing at the same blueprint. “It’s done,” I said softly. “Lucas, VX-11, and... Dario.” Ana finally turned. Her expression wasn’t surprise, nor satisfaction. It was a quiet calm that defied explanation—like hearing a door lock somewhere deep inside the heart. “And?” she asked.

She stayed stiffened in her eyes for a few seconds before she gulped and blinked her slightly misty eyes. She looked around the event and none of the eyes reflected pity for the man held captive by him, they all seemed to be enjoying this. She gritted her eyes shaking her head, "He's just like you, a criminal, you're just going to kill someone of your kind, why would I sacrifice anything?" She mumbled shocking everyone, she looked beyond innocent and easy to tame but her words surprised Cyril. But instead of getting mad at her or be enraged, his smile widened and he nodded his head, "Great, my Ana is so strong." His obsession filled the environment making everyone shake their heads, they nev

If I may” “He got held up in the states, but he'll be back by next weekend, and our had some business to handle”, one of the men answered. “Ah, alright, right this way then”, my father ushered them into the living room. “This is the bride to be, Anaya” Serena looked at me, she scrutinised me head to toe as if checking out a dress. “My sons, Antonio, Marco, Davide,” he turned and looked disdainfully towards... “and my youngest son, Luca.

Tank P.O.V We enter the dungeon and spot a scrawny Omega in the second cell. So this is one of the punks that disturbed my party! I should end him right here, right now! I push out my powerful Aura. It instantly makes him whimper painfully and fall to his knees. I look down on him for the trash he is and chuckle, darkly. "Tank, are you doing that to him?" My Sweet Angel utters curiously with a frown. "Yes!" I growl, staring at him and releasing more power. He whimpers more and sobs. Humph, weakling! She gasps, shocked. Scolding me. "Stop it! Toya said to Speak to him. Not torture him!" She's correct. So I relent. He dramatically collapses on the cell floor. Taking breaths of relief yet still

Mace was rubbing my back tenderly, smiling at me. "I got you a little something," Ana suddenly announced. She stood up immediately and pulled up the bag she came with on the couch to open it. I knew Ana to be a little rebellious and mischievous, but I hoped she was not going to play yet another number on me like she did with the white lingerie. I glanced at Mace, hoping he would have an idea of the game Ana was about to play. "Don't look at me like that; I have no idea what she is playing at," he said, raising both hands in defense.

Ana said boldly averting her gaze. "You speak your mind freely yet you can't look at me. Get out I say. Don't let me repeat myself," Aiden said wondering where Ana gets her boldness from. Ana is submissive and obedient but she will speak her mind irrespective of whose presence she is before. Aiden finds that quite interesting. Ana got out of the room and was heading back to her room, still wearing the dress from the previous day when she ran into Amanda. "And here comes the slut of the century. Who gladly offers herself to a married man," Amanda said already dressed like she was going to work.

This time around, it was the same and I was the one who made the omega cry. ‘I cannot believe we were ever outsmarted by such an obviously fake girl,’ Ana sneered. ‘It hurts my pride that I ever lost to a woman not even close to one-fifth of who I am.’ ‘It is because I was foolish.’ I did not play my cards right and acted on impulse all the time. ‘This time, it is my field and everyone will play my game.’ May the best manipulator win.

ELIOT HUNTER POV A week later Ana woke up being comatose, and now my I am watching them in the garden, I have nothing more to ask for because now I can see the joy in my daughter's eyes, this is what I want the three of us to be together.

' A ridiculous purpose when you're running away from even yourself. I went to Rachel's funeral in some black clothes that Redman had given me. I felt as if I was in someone else's body. I had asked Redman to show me a picture of his daughter, to which he had happily agreed. ' Blond, like Rachel and like me, light-eyed. I was all of them. My tears mingled with the rain in front of the headstone. I got really wet, because I wasn't carrying an umbrella. Then it seemed to me that someone shouted 'Ana' in the distance. Who? A dark-skinned boy, wearing a trench coat of the same color and sunglasses. I had barely caught a glimpse of him when I saw Kate.