Synopsis Of After Annie: A Novel Novels & Stories

"After I finished your book–the Book of Murder, it became my favorite novel in an instant because I really like Detective Alice Potter. I admire her character so much. And then it happens so fast and the next thing I knew, I was already here." "That's it? What did you do to be transfered here?" Alistair asked, noticing that she didn't tell him the details that made her transfered inside the book. Her story is incomplete. Anastasia just shake her head at him. She decided to not include the accident part because it will confuse the prince even more.

" I immediately run towards her, and I was about to push her... But... It's too late. I found our body lying on the road with blood. I tried to reach out her hand even though I cant hardly move my body and my eyes are getting blurry. "J...J...Joy... Joy... Wake...up. Wake up. Joy... Wake up." I shed tears. I keep patting her hands, but she's not responding to me anymore. My eyes are getting blurry that I want to close my eyes now. However, before I could close my eyes, I saw... The door of the car opened. From inside a woman come out. I didn't have a chance to see her face because I lost my consciousness. --- THE END. SEE YOU IN BOOK 2 :')

Perhaps exhaustion was finally catching up with me. Mrs. Whitmore hesitated before speaking again. "I was actually looking for you." "Why?" Her wrinkled hands trembled slightly as she held out a small leather journal. "I found this while cleaning one of the old guest rooms." I accepted it. The cover was badly worn. There was no title or name on it. When I opened the first page... I was scared for a bit. Written in elegant handwriting were three words. **Anna's Recovery Journal.** The date beneath it was...

She staggered backward as though she had recalled something and asked, "Did you get someone else to do your dirty work?" "I admit I really wanted to use Anthony to teach Gregory a lesson so that he wouldn't dare to show his face again. However, I never thought he would kidnap Bianca. It actually turned out better than I expected!" What would Anne, who was listening, feel? Her biological mother took advantage of her biological father, and after he was killed, she showed no remorse and was actually overjoyed by it. What kind of worldview is this? The house felt cold to Anne, who had longed for hearth and home and whose hands and feet were shaking.

“Then we have to gather another update with Rioteco in Florida. Let’s go?” The week passed by like a flash. For Anna, manslaughter, and torture is a common things to witness daily, sometimes commit. In her line of work, there is no gore she can’t handle. She’s seen it all. One may be fooled by her angelic features and never think about what that face does for a living. This was her life. And this is fine.

She sighed, she got sick so easily. Annie looked around the room, slowly rising to her feet, the carpet that met her was soft. It was nicer than what she was expecting. She vaguely remembered being told that she would be moving in with Alexander, she expected her new room to be just as unaccommodating as the cell has been. Instead, she was met with a large room, filled with basic pale greys and whites. Her bedside table had some water on it. She smelt it, although she quickly realized that even if it were drugged she wouldn't know what it smelt like, so instead just took a sip. She stood up and carefully walked to the wardrobe. The sun had started to set, but she had enough light to see wher

She saw herself walking on a long and broad path towards nowhere, she just continued walking for minutes without stopping. The Next thing she knew was that she was already at the top of a high mountain, walking towards the Edge of it, she was clothed in A white dress and that would have been a good thing if it wasn't for the fact that the dress had a red stain on it which shattered its purity. Anna was Crying Profusely as she walked towards the Edge of the mountain, she could feel an immense amount of pain all over her body.

"Mommy is here to see you, my baby. All the bad people have been punished. Be good wherever you are, okay?" I heard footsteps approaching from behind. Anthony emerged. He had assumed control of the majority of the family business and had become a feared and respected newly appointed underboss. "Annie." He put a huge coat over me. "Don't catch a cold." I stood up and watched the city covered in rain. "Anthony, I used to want a normal life because I felt that leading an ordinary life was the only way to make me feel alive. It's only now that I finally see things clearly." I clenched my fists so hard that my nails dug into my palm.

Jennie snapped, her voice trembling with a mix of authority and nerves. Anita finally looked up, her eyes landing—just for a second—on the jagged, red scars peeking out from beneath Jennie’s cuffs. "She said... she’s scared, Jen," Anita admitted quietly. Jennie flinched. She quickly yanked her sleeves down, hiding the physical evidence of her failed plot. For the hundredth time that day, a wave of insecurity washed over her. She felt exposed, broken. "I’m so sorry you had to go through that," Anita added, reaching out to pat Jennie’s arm. "That bitch Anna deserves to die for what she did to you. You were just looking out for the twins."

"It's going to be okay. We'll figure this out. Together." Annabelle didn't believe her, but she held on to the words anyway. She had to. She had no one else. She had cut all ties, erased her old life. She was alone in the world, with only Natasha by her side. Over the next few months, Annabelle's world shrunk to the size of their small apartment. She rarely went out, consumed by a sickness that was a constant companion. The baby was a difficult passenger, the nausea and exhaustion a relentless punishment for a love she couldn’t have. She felt a kind of poetic justice in the suffering. She had run away from her problems, and now, they were literally growing inside her.