Novel & Cerita The Life Of Anna

I snapped, irritation leaking into my tone. “It’s about Annalise,” he blurted out, straightening himself. “One of our spies from the slum where the packs are kept has informed me that she is alive.” My heart raced at the news. Annalise was alive? I felt a mix of disbelief and excitement. “What do you mean she’s alive? I threw her into the portal myself!” “I know,” Spencer said, his voice tense. “But apparently, she managed to survive and is now seeking answers. She’s gathering information, trying to figure out what happened.”

“Do you remember what happened? How you ended up there?” She looked down at her hands. “Yes,” she whispered. “I remember.” I waited quietly. She started speaking, her voice shaky at first. “My name is Anna,” she said. “I have a younger brother. His name is Hugo.” My breath caught for a second. Hugo. “We lived with our parents. Just a normal life. Until they came.” She paused, eyes getting watery. “Rossi’s men.” I could feel my heart squeezing in my chest. I didn’t speak. I just listened.

"You really had your fairytale. But me?" She motioned to herself. "Look at me! Do you know what happened after you ruined my life? After you refused to let me destroy you, and I ended up with the disease those disgusting men carried? I have no money. No family. No fiancé. And now? I'm dying, Anna. I am literally dying. And everyone acts like you're the innocent one." Her eyes lit with something far too close to madness. "But don’t worry," she whispered, crouching down so her face was level with mine. "I won’t be alone. You’re going to die too; I'll make sure of it."

But none of that mattered. Justice lived here. At least, it was supposed to. Anna inhaled slowly, smoothed her dress, and walked inside. There was a long wooden desk manned by an officer who looked older than the station itself. His eyes flicked up as she approached. “I need to report a crime”, She said. He nodded and gestured for her to sit. “Tell me what happened”. Anna told him everything. How her father had passed years ago. How she'd grown up poor and orphaned unaware of any inheritance. How she recently took a jòb at her cousin's company in order to survive. How, while cleaning , She overhead a conversation between her cousin, Rochester, and their aunty Regina , plotting to

“That doesn’t excuse what she did.” “No,” I said immediately. “It doesn’t.” I squeezed his fingers gently. “I’m not telling you this to excuse her choices. I’m telling you so you understand where they came from.” I let out a slow breath. “Anna was brilliant, charismatic, fearless. She could walk into a room and own it. But she was also terrified constantly. Of being abandoned, of being powerless, of being poor again, of being invisible.” I smiled faintly at the memory. “When we met, she was fourteen. I was fifteen. She had already mastered the art of pretending she didn’t care. I was quieter, softer. We found each other in a group home and became everything to each other.”

I smile, “And I can’t thank you enough for all that you’ve done for me.” “I’ve been with your family all my life. It has been an honor to have served you. And I will continue up until the last breath I breathe.” Anna was abandoned when she was only seven years of age. Grandfather’s royal knights found her in a burning orphanage. They rescued her and raised her in the palace. At the age of thirteen, she started to serve the royal family because she feels indebted to them. Up to now, she serves us but she really feels like family.

“ Oh “ she muttered , tucking a blonde lock behind her ear “ well , whatever she is - she was the one who nearly killed me . And she was also the one who murdered Mila , I heard her planning to get rid of you as well . So when the police arrived , I told them about it . It was just that I was too late “ My heart softened a bit , whatever Anna was and no matter how much she made my life hell in high school what mattered was that she was trying to change herself and her ways “ its never too late “ looking at her with a small smile “ its good as long as your heart is in the right place , nothing else matters “

"Focus..." Anna took deep breaths as she tried to still herself in the turbulent world of her thoughts and emotions— just like Barbara had told her the last time. Every single day was beginning to seem like the same to Anna, but then she didn't mind living a boring lonely life if it was going to end with her getting revenge for her family. She didn't mind at that point, as she considered it a minor sacrifice for the greater good.

Anna was left in the care of her godmother, I won’t expose her to sex scenes until she is 18. Time has passed, a lot of sex has happened, Anna grew beautifully, being a perfect futanari and everything went perfectly. We all lived happily ever after! Or did we?

Now that she was calmer, she could feel it and she hated where her mind was driving at. She held on to something as she tried to get used to the pain. It felt like her legs had a hangover. She wanted to believe it was just her brain playing tricks on her. Annah was the only one in the little self-contained apartment she got when she turned eighteen. She wasn't the type to socialize much, so she spent most of her time drinking coffee and writing. She had no boyfriend or the time to get one. So she found it quite strange when that man said she had a child.