Ana Voice Novels & Stories

saying she kissed Anshi on her both cheeks and both sisters giggled in her mother's arms and kissed on her both cheeks spreading their small arms around her neck in a tight hug. Akansha Khurana: 5 years old daughter of Mayank and Seher and the twin sister of Mysha. She is just 5 minutes older than Mysha. Her nickname is Anshi. She is mature from her age and spoiled because of her father. She is sweet but she can be bad if you mess up with her or her sister. Her attitude is just like her father and very short-tempered of course. She loves her mama and dadda and her little sister so much.

I hope that my child will be safe from her because she doesn't speak anything good. "Evelyn can't reply to you." Ana said and Margallo turned to her with a questioning look. "And why is that?" She questioned. "Because she's mute." Ana answered and I could sense the sadness in her voice. It clawed at my heart, increasing my pain while I just grabbed the hem of my dress, squeezing it.

"Um, I'm Anastasia Sanusi, but call me Ana." "And I'm Kira. It's nice to meet your acquaintance, Ana." "Same here, Kira." I smile, and I can hear the sound of her little giggle. Oh, lord. I might as well just have been driven to an asylum. I can go crazy in here. An AI, giggling? What have I not seen all today? "That's good to know, Ana. Just so you know, I've been waiting to meet you. Nicholas has a lovely way of describing you to me." She voices out all of a sudden, making Nicholas beat his own face in a facepalm.

Ana removed the phone from the charging case. Ana sighed before answering the call and put it to her right ear. Only a few seconds later, a loud voice came from the other side. "YOU'RE CRAZY! YOU WANT TO DIE HUH!" ***

Wait a minute are…are the two of them bonding? Ang's face lights up in understanding as though she had just discovered something."Wait just a minute you would not happen to be mistress smiley face two thousand now would you?" I am sorry but did Ang just say smiley face two thousand?….Is she high?… Annalise raises her hand to slowly tuck a piece of fly away hair from her face before shrugging her shoulders to answer. "In between fighting to save the world from life threatening microbes that could potentially kill us if left like that, I do happen to obsess about that man and may or may not have grown a cult like following for him that has almost two million people."

she replied taking the phone away from me "Mia, are you there? I want you to know that am telling the truth, I didn't do those things and I really love you, please you have to believe me please" he said through the phone when he heard my voice "Please just let me talk to him" I said to Ana

That deep voice saying Enough in a Russian accent has done more than what he's done in English. What is sexier than a man who can speak different languages? Focus Ashanti. My phone beeped with a message from Caleb, confirming our invitations. I quickly sent a message back, telling him thanks and that I owe him whatever he wants from me. He replies with a fuck out of my life for a year. “Good, you better bring that accent with you. Something tells me you're going to need it, Mr. Domino, " I say, waving my phone in the air.

I am Aahana Yash Kapoor Sen, I am the new student,” Aahana said to the lady who looked at her like she was 8th wonder of the world. “So Aahana Yash Kapoor Sen,” The lady addressed her full name. “Yes, that is me,” Aahana said proudly as the lady smiled at her. “How old are you, cutie pie?” the lady asked. “I am 5 years old, Ms,” Aahana replied. “Oh my god, Five?” The lady exclaimed like a child. Aahana nodded at her like the good girl she was. “Okay… So Aahana, you are 5 and new to the school, so you do know na ki morning prayers are done everyday in school?” The lady asked Aahana.

Her voice cut the silence, a cry torn from her soul: “No crown defines me…” Her eyes blazed, fierce and untamed. Her body surged with a strength she had carved for herself. Her roar split the sky: “I… AM… ANANAAAAA!” The beast snarled, the ground shaking beneath its foot. Anana roared back, spear raised.

I added the last bit as a plea for mercy. "Give her the phone," Anais commanded. "Anya, this is a former girlfriend of mine. She lives in Quebec City, Quebec, Canada and she is with the Gendarmerie royale du Canada, aka a Mountie," I told Anya before handing her phone back.