Thea Anderson Novels & Stories

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

And somehow, a part of her was proud to stand beside him. ________________________________________ After the meeting ended, Alexandro had other matters to attend to, and he instructed one of his betas to stay with Serena. A young woman approached, her steps confident and light, a small smile playing at her lips. She was dressed in black leather armor, her dark hair braided tightly, and a sword rested casually at her hip. "Lady Serena," she said, bowing slightly. "I'm Kiara. Beta of the Blood Moon Pack." Serena blinked in surprise. She hadn’t expected to see a woman among the warriors—and certainly not holding the high rank of Beta.

As perfect as I've seen her, and I've always remembered her. But she was here now, wasn’t she? My Marissa. My Tatiana. She had returned. “You…” Theon’s voice trembled, recognition flaring in his gaze. “You’re supposed to be dead.” She smiled, a wicked, enchanting curve of her lips. Her gaze slid lazily toward him, eyes glittering dangerously. He took a step back, his heart racing against his chest. “Hello, Theon,” she said sweetly, her tone dripping with dark charm. “Goodbye, Theon.”

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.

"Scarlett." ******

“That thing doesn’t correct worlds. It consumes outcomes. The more a system diverges, the more interesting it becomes.” Blake exhales slowly. “Why does everything interesting want to kill us?” “Not kill,” she corrects. “Claim.” The word lands heavy. “The Arbiter was a scout,” she continues. “A loud one. Now that Midnight has declared itself sovereign, subtler eyes will turn your way.” Ethan crosses his arms. “And you’re here because…?” “Because I’ve seen this before,” she says quietly. “Worlds that wake up. Worlds that fight back. They don’t fall all at once.”

Eating my eggs a soft knock of the door steals my attention " shut up you two" I growled. “ come in princess” I announce. She walks in pushing the door open slowly. She has her hair pulled back in a low ponytail with a pair of grey leggings that show off her hips and her ass along with her thick thighs. She matched it with a plain blue t-shirt and white sneakers. I've probably replaced those white sneakers 10 times this month. I still don't think she's noticed. But she's loves them so much I don't mind.

“Not suicide bombers—” “We were all going to be suicide bombers before,” Thea said. “I know you didn’t believe that, but we had zero chance before this. It was always going to go down like this, even with the nukes. Now we have a chance at winning. A good chance. You all have given far more than I ever have. I’ve lived a beautiful life, and I won’t let you stop me from doing this. I can wipe your memories if I have to. Don’t make me. This is happening. That thing I said about me not going crazy was a lie. I will given enough time. This ends one way, and that’s before I go crazy and kill everyone I love. So let’s get to work knowing we can beat this thing.”

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.