Wildest Dreams Annie Crown Novels & Stories

Annie’s POV “It’s just a dream, Annie,” Lena said as she pulled at the cords of my corset, cinching my waist. I stared at my reflection. Pale skin, green eyes, silky brown hair. Maybe Daemon was right. There was nothing different about my appearance this morning. I still looked like a child. “I know,” I sighed, sucking in my already flat stomach as she reached the last loop. “It just felt…it felt too real, Lena. Like the pack house was actually on fire.”

I have heard rumours that there is another shifter hanging around my pack territory, and I need to go check it out, I have no idea what shifter it is or anything really, I know is she is a female, but a rouge is a rouge no matter female or male and we do not tolerate rouges in my pack land. As I went looking for the intruder, I come across a stunning chestnut filly drinking water from one out creek. She was one of the most stunning creatures I have ever laid my eyes on. I have been looking at getting myself a nee horse to bring on to have something for myself to do to take some away from alpha deities, she looks perfect, I bet she will be a right handful, but she is a challenge I am wanting

Annie said as she threw her head back. ** ~Two weeks later~ Annie managed to get a job. She got employed as the personal assistant of Boyd Brick - the trending billionaire in town. How she managed to secure the job, Annie doesn't know. She felt lucky cause out of the 300 girls that came for the interview,she was selected. It's really a big miracle. She has lost hope before seeing how many the girls are and seeing how better they are than her... it's all makes her hope to go down the drain.

she tries biting Aaron. Annie getting onto her feet, adrenaline rushing through her veins with the certain knowledge they are fighting for their lives. She rushed Anja, grabbing hold of her bodily. She forcefully ripped her away from Aaron throwing her onto the ground. She understood somewhere in her mind that this deranged woman wasn’t her sister. She has in reality lost her years ago in that fire she had started. “Your uterus belongs to be.” Anja rushed towards her. Annie stood motionless but the moment she was within reach she lift her foot making Anja stumble. Before she could catch her balance, Annie kicked her in the ass forcing her onto the ground. She keeps following her keeping her

Or something more profound? Annie’s mind raced as she struggled to find sleep. She sensed that she was confined, not merely in her marriage, but also in a tangle of feelings she didn’t completely grasp. Out of nowhere, a distant howl cut through the night. Annie shot up suddenly, her heart racing. Hearing wolves in this region was not unusual, but the sound tonight caused a shiver to run through her body.

It knows it’s losing control. “They’re spreading,” Blake says quietly, watching another wolf stagger out of the trees, hand pressed to his chest like he’s trying to hold his heart in place. “The dreams.” “They aren’t dreams,” I murmur. Ethan glances at me. “Then what are they?” “Memories,” I say, the word settling heavy in my mouth. “Not ours.” The Crown tightens reflexively, displeasure rippling through me like cold water poured down my spine. I grit my teeth and force myself to breathe past it. If I let the Crown surge now, the cost will be worse than pain.

Since they arrived at that town, the world had turned upside down. Amelia, Marcos and Celine had arrived with the Valladolid family. Amelia was all in black, in the same way as Marcos and Celine. But it was Amelia the only one who was wearing sunglasses. The truth was that she had been crying for the tragic ending of Antonio Valladolid. It was unbelievable to think that the day she revealed herself to Antonio and she also understood that Antoniio had nothing to do with what his mother had done was the last time she was seeing him because the next news that was going to hit the entire town was that Antonio was dead.

CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN DAMON Point of View Two days had passed since the attack on my pack, and I was no closer to finding out who was responsible. The frustration was eating away at me, making it hard to sleep and even harder to focus. But it wasn't just the attack that was troubling me. It was the constant dreams. Every night, I'd close my eyes and see Annie's face. She was already a part of my past, and I could not understand why she kept appearing in my future. I didn't understand why she was haunting my dreams. Hadn't I suffered enough? Hadn't I paid enough? And yet, every night, she'd appear, her eyes sad and her voice whispering my name. It was like she was trying to tell me something,

“To the crown. To Ancnix.” “And what happens when those are no longer the same thing?” Kailee asked. The question lodged deep. Zayden’s hands curled into fists. Fear burned sharp and undeniable — fear of betrayal, fear of being wrong, fear of choosing truth and losing everything he’d been raised to stand for. But beneath it was something worse. Fear that she was right. “I don’t know how to fight the crown,” he admitted. “I don’t even know what that looks like.” Kailee stepped closer, lowering her voice. “Then stop pretending this is nothing. Because every day you wait, the city gets darker. And Elora gets further away.”

"Fucking begging for it like this." Bianca’s eyes narrowed, a wicked, triumphant smile spreading across her lips. "And you’re a desperate little fuckboy, Damien. You can’t get enough of me, can you?" He growled, his fingers still working inside her as he leaned in to capture her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. Their tongues tangled, hot and wet, as they fought for dominance in the middle of the floor. Bianca won, as she always did, biting down on his bottom lip hard enough to make him yelp before she pulled away.