OK, I decided to write a new story called Prosperity of Success.

Full Summary: Annabeth Chase is a best-selling novelist and her agents informs her that she has to write a romance novel to enhance her books. But Annabeth thinks love is not worth it. But she soon learns that she was wrong. She goes to Tennessee to complete her story and visit her parents. But meets someone with a character she despises: Arrogant, a little obtuse and the most Annoying Person in the world. Oddly though, she's attracted to him somehow.


Chapter 1 –Beginnings.

I look around at the store, seeing all the excited fans waiting in line for my autograph.

"I love your books! I'm a big fan." An average teenage girl asks me.

I smile and nod. "Who should I make this out to?" I ask the girl.

"Um, Jill." She says completely ecstatic to meet me.

I sign the cover of the book, writing "Thanks for loving my books! I hope you'll enjoy the next Epilogue! Love, Annabeth Chase."
I smile at Jill and hand her the book.

"Thanks! Oh, I heard you were going write a romance novel! Is it true?" Jill asks.

My smile dims a little and I wear a slightly bewildered expression.

"What do you mean?" I question.

"I mean the blogs said that you were writing a romance novel." She exclaims.

I'm still bewildered by this but I answer her.

"Well, what the blogs says are not true." I answer, tightening my smile.

"Oh, OK. I was kinda hoping for that." Jill says, her shoulders slumping a little.

"Maybe next time." I say politely. She nods and walks off.

"Next." I hear the Guard call.

"Hi." I say, my mind still stuck on Jill's comment.


I walk out of the store and check my watch. It reads 7:30.

A low growling sound catches my attention. I'm starving!

I wander to a local shop and sit at a table near the window.

"Hi, how can I help you?" A waitress asks me. Her eyes widen a little.

"Oh My God! You're Annabeth Chase!" She squeals.

"Shh…" I warn, putting a finger to my lips. I'm afraid I'll be mobbed by a herd of fans again, I was not looking forward to that.

She nods like she understands and hands me a menu.

"How can I help you?" She asks, still perky like she was before.

"Can I just have a coke and a burger?" I ask, handing the menu back to the waitress.

She nods and writes it down on her notepad. Before she left she asks me if she can get me autograph.

I nod reluctantly, completely disheartened about people making me feel like I wasn't a human anymore. With all the praise and compliments.

I quickly sign the paper and hand it back to the girl. She smiles and rushes back to the kitchen door.

Briing! Briing! My phone rings. I check the I.D and see that it was my agent, Alethia.

"Hello?" I answer. My foot tapping against the wooden floor boards.

"Hey, so I need you to write a romance novel." She states. My foot freezes and I stare out of the window in utter disbelief. But I know she can't see me.

"Why?" I croak, I never appreciated love because everyone I love or loved, left. It's like remembering a part of my life that I don't want to remember.

"Well, because of the forming gossips in the blogs saying that you were writing a romance novel. So I figured, Why not write a real one?" She replies.

I keep silent for a minute, my mind pondering if I should do it or not.

Well, it'll be good for extra credits for my awards and get that gossip off my back... But still...

"OK. But I'm going to visit my parents to write this novel. I don't want to be in New York writing this." I reason.

"OK, it's fine." She agree and I press the end button, ending the conversation.

My mind wanders aimlessly until my burger arrives. I dig in quickly and pay for the bill.

I whistle for a cab and get in quickly.

"Where to?" The driver asks.

I tell him my address and we speed off.

Write a romance novel? Seriously? I barely had a boyfriend ever since high school! I can't write one like that. I dislike thinking about romance and Alethia wants me to write a novel about it? She knows I never had a relationship for a very long time. What the hell am I supposed to do?

I sigh and take out my phone and scroll through my list of contacts and call my stepmom.

"Hello?" A woman's voice asks.

"Hey, Helen. I was wondering if I could come to Tennessee and stay there for a while." I ask, waiting for her reply.

A/N: I hope you liked it! But if it's bad I might not continue it. Please Review!