Ana Falls Novels & Stories

Her smile is beautiful and contagious but I struggle to keep my face blank. Aviana’s medium length chocolate brown hair is in loose curls as they reach her waist. She looks young and carefree in her skinny light blue jeans, plain black top and a pair of black sneakers. “Morning.” I say with a slight nod of my head as I start eating the waffles that the chef places in front of me. I look at Aviana when I don’t hear her saying anything to find her frowning at me. “What?” I ask her, raising an eyebrow in question.

Anna continued her babbling as Kanyon took her arm and guided her to the car. "I hope the skies won't turn red today since you're on time for once in your life," Kanyon rolled his eyes. Anna snarled as her eyes glazed yellow. "Let me get the door for you, milady." Kanyon held the car door open for her to climb in the back.

Anna is not happy with Donya's behavior. Anna's flight was quiet until they arrived at Casa Valiente. He helped her get out of the car. He was very happy to see the luxurious mansion in front of him. Donya feels that she belongs to the powerful people not only in Laguna but in the entire Philippines. It smiled widely.

I told you my name is 'Anaís,' not Anna- I said to the only friend I had made so far. But Anna means gracious in Spanish, right? She pronounced Anaís wrong. Yes, but... -I sighed- Forget it. What do you want? I need your help... -she ran her fingers through her reddish hair.- With my French. I have a test tomorrow - She put on a sad expression, blinking, trying to convince me.

,she said placing at her clothes which looked a mess . "You gonna be okay alone ?",Miguel asked her as they made their way to the exist ignoring the body that was in the middle of the room. "Yeah I need to be in New York in five hours I'll just go to a hotel and clean up ,I'll see you in a couple of days "Anna said as he bid goodbye to the guys and made her way to the track . She wasn't going to New York but she needed everybody to believe that was where she was going .

Ana grinned and confidently crossed her arms, observing the people in front of her. “Apologies. It has been quite some time since I last laid eyes on them, hence my initial reaction. However, rest assured, I am capable of handling myself. I refuse to succumb to fear any longer, as I am no longer a weakling,” Ana declared. Her friends nodded in agreement, offering comforting pats on her shoulder. “All I feel now is pure anger,” she added, directing her gaze towards the Villalobos, who were also fixated on her. “Hmm…”

My, back hurts from sleeping all night on the floor, I decide to make myself a hot cup of coffee, I don’t need to head out until later in the evening for my date with Christian, Tomorrow, I have dinner plans with my dad and some Bulgarian investors, my dad is trying to partner with this new tech company in Bulgaria, so he can start launching a new level of medical application, I have to be there because STBC has decided to partner in this new project too. Anna drops her phone with a bang and goes all, “stupid fools, they never get their job right”. Anna is on the tall side about 5 '9, afro hair, perky nose, black iris ,thin lips, nice ass and boobs not too big and not too small, brown skin.

Anna didn't say a word, but she merely nodded her head yes. "I'll just go to the bathroom; you don't need to come with me," Anna preceded Don before he could say anything. Anna walks swiftly to the restroom while holding her red self-tie plunging halterneck fishtail satin gown. When she got to the bathroom, she immediately started looking for anything to throw to let her rage out. Anna hurriedly reached for a bottle of hand soap after spotting it to throw it over the mirror in front of her. Tons of overwhelming emotions filled her heart, mind, and body; she was breaking, literally. However, for an obscure reason, Anna shed no tears at all. She is mourning on the inside. Yet, even a normal hu

VIII As embarrassed as I was, I had to make that call. So I gathered some coins I had begged for on Tara Street, next to the DART station, and plucked up my courage. Since my cell phone was broken, I gave the owner of the Internet cafe 1 euro and googled the phone number. With what I had left over I went to a phone booth. ‘Good morning, Mr. Redman.’ ‘Anna, why aren't you here? You've ruined my project'

“It does. It really does.” Zane’s gaze drifts toward the house, and there’s a glimmer of something in his eyes, a hopefulness I haven’t seen in a long time. “How’s Aeron?” he asks, his tone gentle. “He’s in Russia,” I reply. “Needed to work through some things, find his footing after… well, after everything. And Morana,” I let out a sigh. “Who knows where she is, but she’ll come back. She always does. It’s just… her way of dealing.”