Anna Karenina Book Pages Novels & Stories

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But I сhаngе mу mind whеn I ѕее the pages of thе first half of thе notebook are fіllеd wіth flоwеrу, cursive ѕсrірt. [Next POV: 'Blake' in Chapter 73]

Other than my bestie, April of course. I can see the woodland straight in front of me and a lake, it’s serene and tranquil. Perfect for sitting on the deck and reading a book. I’m a huge book nerd and at the moment I’m in my classical era and currently reading Anna Karenina. One of my all-time favorites but it is an epic.

’ She felt at a complete disadvantage, anger rising in a turbulent flood. The bar of his black brows swooped down. ‘I don’t know you, do I?’ Karen swung her legs over the side of the bed, keeping her body covered. ‘You know of me. I’m Tony Stroud’s assistant.’ The silk was slippery, difficult to control. It slid away from her shoulders with consummate ease, its weight pulling it to the ground, leaving her nude. She grabbed at it, the fresh morning air invading her crease like a cold finger as she inadvertently raised her bottom. Her face flamed and she turned away from Lord Burnet, clutching the rebellious folds about her.

These men were extremely formal and wouldn’t speak to me at all, sometimes I wondered if Nikolai had commanded them not to engage in conversation with me. I sat outside the balcony, propped up on the windows edge reading a novel about a girl who’d fallen in love with a prince and had her heart broken by him, I was on the chapter where she meets his older brother for the first time, and I couldn’t help but groan at the cliche and corniness of the book. It was entirely predictable, but reading was the only thing that kept me same in my time of isolation. I was so distracted with my nose in the book, that I hadn’t noticed Nikolai approaching behind me.

They were both killed by their own kinds because- ' Cut? I opened the next page and suddenly letters appeared 'If you really wanted to know the answers to all of your questions then you must read this book till the end. If you finished reading this you need to know my name and write it on the blank page on the last page of this book ' I immediately closed the book. I need to sleep too much as my brain is overloaded today. I need to rest. Serena and Kaizer… I touched my chest when I felt as if something was in my chest.

The words are readable even though the author has written this in a hurry. What does he mean? I flipped the next page and read the last line, "The girl will die if she gives birth to his child. And if she dies he will hunt the whole city." Who is the girl and who is he. It's CONFUSING!! I wanted to throw the book in the dustbin but something inside me pushed to read further. I relaxed in my seat and flipped the first page. But it seems not only the first page is missing, but there are also up to 30 pages are missing. The book totally has 60 pages, each has 12 to 15 lines.

RINA hissed so loudly and flung the book she was reading on the bed, and got up. It was a novel, she had been trying to read and comprehend this novel for the past thirty minutes now, but she kept flipping back to the beginning once she has reached a particular page. The novel just wasn't entering. A lot was on her mind, for a lot has happened. She was actually trying to see if she could use the novel to clear her head, at least until Zaina comes by.

CHAPTER 49: ARE YOU TWO DECEIVING US? LILY'S POV “Girlfriend?!”. “Your girlfriend?!!”. Nikolai's mom, Mrs Ksenia Vladimir, and Galina exclaimed. “Yes”, Nikolai said with a fond look on his face and I smiled shyly. Was he really pretending, because he's playing the role of faking perfectly. “A yanki?”, I heard Anastasia murmured and scoffed, the stare Nikolai gave to her made her bow her head. I didn't understand what she said but from her expression, she was being dismissive.

THE WISH CHAPTER 1 The lecturer finally closed his notes and adjusted his glasses. “That’s all for today. Don’t forget the assignment due next week.” Aika barely heard him. Her chin rested on her palm, long lashes half-lowered, her breasts pressed tight against her desk. The classroom was a wide, polished space—mahogany desks, tall windows letting in afternoon light—but the moment he stepped out, silence fell like a curtain. The scrape of chairs, the shuffle of students packing up. Aika didn’t move. She had nowhere to rush to, and her body felt lazy, restless.