Novels by Analyssa Rose

After breakfast, Branwen convinced Annabelle, quite easily this time, to allow her to take her shopping.Annabelle found herself getting very comfortable with Branwen. There was something about her that reminded Annabelle of her father.While Branwen had wanted to take Annabelle to the posh outlets, Annabelle was able to convince her to go to the big mall in the next town.They walked around for a few hours talking, and going in and out of the stores. Branwen felt young again, and Annabelle felt like she had a parent back. After grabbing lunch at the food court, Annabelle decided that it was probably best for her to part ways with Branwen. She knew that she needed to figure out what she was going to do, where she was going to stay. She had picked this mall for a reason. It was a city. The mall was close to the hotels, homeless shelters, Salvation Army, and other resources that would help her and keep her safe from what she had

Annabelle ran from the house, tears streaming down her young face. Her mother's husband was on a drinking binge again and Annabelle had made him mad. She wasn't sure what she had done this time, but whatever it was, she paid dearly.

*Elder Kaine*"We have a new report, my Queen." I said as I knelt down in front of her. Even after all of these years, she still looks as young and beautiful as she did at 18. Mortals would definitely not believe that she was older than 18. Even some of the other Immortals felt that the Queen was just a petulant child who threw tantrums and needed to get over the fact that her mate rejected her. That she should be happy to still be alive, when no one in centuries has ever survived. Even the Immortals could not go through rejection unscathed. In fact, they lost their immortality and would died within days of the rejection. Mortals would die immediately.The fact that the Queen had not only survived the rejection, but also kept her immortality scared the other Immortals, especially the Royal Immortals. The Royal Immortals were the most powerful beings. But, never had any survived a rejection. The Queens survival made them question her power, especially once she changed int

"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" She screamed, causing all the people before her to shake in fear before they turned and ran from the throne room. None of them wanted to face her wrath, especially when HE was the reason she was so angry. Anything involving HIM made her vicious and bloodthirsty. To even consider thinking about her at this moment would be a death sentence to the unlucky party. No, it was smarter, and safer, to go to the furthest part of the castle, away from her, until she calmed down, whenever that may be.The Elders of the castle and the Queendom remember a time when their Queen, then just a young Princess, was so full of love and joy. She always wore a smile and treated everyone the same, regardless of rank or title. She was kind and caring. She saw the best in everyone and everything.When the Elders would talk to the younger generations about this sweet, carefree, loving person, they thought the Elders were crazy. HER? Sweet? Caring? Loving? SMILING

?Branwen POV?Watching the way that Annabelle's face lit up as she looked into her new bedroom was a gift within itself. I could see the her amazement and innocent wonder. I could feel the happiness radiating from her like a perfect summer day. Oddly, her scent was changing as well. Rather than the scent of earth after a fresh rain and cedar, it was now like apples with a hint of cloves and ginger.I look over at Jasper and see his eyes widen as he sniffs the air. He looks at me as though to ask why, and all I can do is shrug. I don't know why her scent changed, nor why it seemed to change with her mood. I will look into it later. For now, I was going to watch Annabelle continue lighting up with joy. As well as watch my son fall completely head over heels with his young mate. The mate he had so patiently been waiting for.Who would have thought the innocent girl I found tidying Theo's grave would be Jasper's mate? And who would have tho

"Annabelle,! Sweetie, we're here." Branwen said while gently shaking her arm.Annabelle slowly opened her eyes and looked around. Standing in front of her was a mansion bigger than any she'd seen before. It looked more like a hotel or an apartment building. As she got out of the car and looked around, she saw houses scattered here and there surrounding the large mansion.Branwen came and stood beside her and said "Welcome home."At that moment a young man walked out the front door along with Luke and Henry. Annabelle smiled at Luke and Henry. Then her eyes looked at the man standing between them."Oh, my, wow!" Annabelle thought as she continued to stare at him. As their eyes met, she could swear his eyes changed from an icy blue to a golden yellow and back again."Annabelle, this is my son, Jasper.""Huh... Huh.. Hi", she managed to finally spit out. She wasn't sure what was happening to her. She'd never been so attracted to someone before.

To Branwen, Annabelle wasn't just some kid, or even a child. Branwen saw her as the young woman that she was. For the first time in years she felt as though she had finding found a purpose. She had known from the moment that she had seen Annabelle pulling the weeds at her son's grave that Annabelle was meant to be with her.

When Annabelle woke the next morning she felt refreshed. She said goodbye to her father and headed to the exit. Once again, she stopped at the child's headstone. This time, she decided to weed around it too. As she finished and prepared to leave, an elegant woman caught her eye. The woman was approaching the grave."May I help you, child?" she asked."No, ma'am. I was just weeding around this stone. It's so beautiful. I wanted to remove the weeds and show the young boy that although he is gone he is still special." Annabelle responded shyly. She silently hoped that the woman would not suspect that she was a runaway."That is very sweet of you. Why are you here so early?" the woman asked inquisitively."Visiting my father's grave, ma'am." Annabelle replied. Her stomach was in knots. "Have a good day," she said as she started to walk away."He's my son," the woman said. " I thank you for cleaning his

Annabelle ran from the house, tears streaming down her young face. Her mother's husband was on a drinking binge again and Annabelle had made him mad. She wasn't sure what she had done this time, but whatever it was, she paid dearly.