Ana Voice Novels & Stories

Anya barked. Ansel didn't argue anymore and went straight to shower. Anya had the sassy mouth like their mother, Ariel Adams and she didn't take crap from anyone. Ansel could stand here and argue all day, but it won't go anywhere. She'd drag him out of the penthouse one way or the other.

ANA I’m sitting on the floor, with my back to the wall where three other women are standing. The one with the blank stare whispered something in a language I’ve never heard, but it sounded like a final prayer with her head looking upward. God. It’s me. Ana again, Your least favorite child, seeing as you keep letting all the bad things happen to me over and over again. If you’re listening, I’d really appreciate a break right about now. I lift a hand and brush my fingers lightly over the bruises that feel swollen on my face.

“Hey Ana, why are you you calling me ma'am? My name is tanya. Now say it with me. T-A-N-Y-A.” Tanya said. Ana felt as if she would go mad if she stays one more minute with tanya. “Yes, I'll call you by your name. Miss tanya, nice to meet you. You have a nice name. But please miss tanya, I really need to visit the restroom.” Ana said desperately, hoping tanya would let her go before she passed on her madness to her.

I asked, my voice a little too casual, needing to give us all, myself included, a moment to simply breathe. "Cold," Ana replied, her voice still carrying a hint of distraction. "Full of people who seem to think a bone-crushing handshake is a defining personality trait. A border dispute, easily resolved once everyone stopped posturing long enough to actually listen." She waved a dismissive hand, then her gaze snapped back to me, her expression sharpening with an intense focus. "Show me again. I want to see if it holds up under actual pressure, not just out here in the open air.”

Anaya has sent the address, three fire emojis, and a voice note that is just her screaming at a pitch only dogs should be able to hear. I almost smile. I head for the door.

″ Anas screamed in his usual manner. Anna rolled her eyes. ″I knew you guys would be awake by this time,″ she explained. ″Yeah right. And you couldn't call for how many days?″ Haniya said as she eyed Anna. ″I'm so sorry. I haven't really had time,″ she lied. ″Quite lying,″ Anas said. ″You forgot us so soon.″ He cried dramatically as he said this while Anna and Haniya laughed. ″I'm sorry,″ Anna said when she stopped laughing, ″But I never forgot you. You guys are my world.″

comes the hearty voice of what sounds like a male senior citizen. I clear my throat. “Hello… ” I glance at the screen. “Keith. Hello, Keith, this is Ahana,” I adopt Gigs’ pronunciation of my name. “calling from Wor… ” I pause and look at the name again. “Worcestershire Glazing… ” “You what?” Kyle exclaims, spinning his chair around. “Wor what?” Keith on the other end of the phone asks, clearly confused. The realisation of my goof makes me unable to say another word. With an irritated click of his tongue, Keith disconnects the line.

Ana jumped off the stage and walked in front of Benjeming Waltson: "Hello, Brother Benjaming ." Benjeming Waltson patted her head, "Hello, little beauty." Ana said embarrassedly: "Brother Benjaming , my name is Ana, you can call me Ana." "Alright. Little Ana." Ana pouted: "I'm not little anymore, I'm 18."

Her mind was jerked back to reality before she was just about to drown in her mental miseries as her phone buzzed “Mahi, you’re back and you didn’t let me know, what am I to make of all this, are we officially done with each other,” Ana almost yelled over the phone “Ha Ha, what will I do if I get done with you, please forgive me my lady, I just returned yesterday and crashed, today I’m still sulking at work and was just about to call you,” “hey, what’s with your voice, why does it sound like I’m listening to some sad opera, all okay,”