Anna Karenina Characters Novels & Stories

Perhaps if she played nice enough, she could negotiate with him on the terms of her survival somehow. A servant undid the napkin on her side and placed it on her lap. A bowl of butternut squash soup was placed on her plate. “How do you like your steak?” Alexei asked. “Medium.” Alexei nodded to the servant, who promptly left. “I haven’t seen you around.” He grabbed the stem of his wine glass. “Have you been locked up in your room all day?” She picked up her spoon. “I was reading Anna Karenina.” “Oh? And how do you find it?”

well, I'm not quite sure what, but I appreciate the sentiment nonetheless. Annika, on the other hand, is still bragging about her new boyfriend. She's always going on and on about how they're going to have three babies together, along with two dogs and three cats. I'm happy for her, I guess, but sometimes I just want to roll my eyes and tell her to calm down. Alexei is still his usual, cold-as-ice self, but sometimes I catch glimpses of his charming smile. It's like he's hiding this whole other person beneath his tough exterior, and it's tantalizing to think about what might happen if he ever let his guard down.

Her eyes are focused on her meal, like she didn't just hear her aunt confess to being glad about the death of someone. Children were anything but stupid and I found it difficult to believe that Kira was completely oblivious to her father's line of work. She had probably picked up by now the kind of man her father was and the nature of the people that surrounded her. Kids were perceptive that way I suppose. Kat flips another pancake and waits for a bit, ensuring the other side is golden to perfection before sliding it onto the now growing stack. I was still trying to grasp how this woman was related to Nikolai. Their personalities were completely different. Whereas she had an overall bright a

"Since you really don't know, I'll tell you." She took a step towards Anna. "I am Khea. Now, do you understand?" Anna looked at the stupid girl in front of her. She took in her appearance, from her head to her toe. No wonder her blonde hair looked a bit familiar. She's the latest of Dalton's mistresses abroad. Looks like Dalton had a short circuit when he chose her. Khea seemed irritated by the way Anna looked at her. She lifted her right hand and angled it, aiming to slap her.

she taunted. Ariana raised the corner of her mouth. "Yes, you're right. I rarely socialize with people until I don't understand how foolish people are who socialize too much," Ariana mocked Karenina. "What do you mean?" "I mean, the person you should inform about the arrival of that woman isn't me. It's him." Ariana nodded her head toward the bedroom door that had been open since earlier. Karenina, who was sitting on the sofa with her back to the bedroom door, slowly turned and was left gaping.

Katherine asked in utter disbelief, tears welling in her eyes. "What kind of man are you?" “Katherinet-" Convel began with slight impatience in his voice. "My name isn't Katherinet O'Donnelly," Katherine interrupted, her voice so cold that Convel visibly shivered. "It's Katherine Anne Scotts. My parents are George and Margaret Parker. They may not be perfect but they raised me, and I love them unconditionally. You're not my father. I already have a father, and there isn't anything you can say or do to change that."

She pulled Leah to her feet, dragging her away. My throat clogged with mucus, as Estella made her way to the door, hesitating at the handle. "You are an omega, and henceforth Nikolai's going to have to treat you as one."

I ask once we are out of their sight. "Unfortunately that is Mister Nikolay's girlfriend." Anya replies bitterly. "don't know what he loves so much about her! A rotten personality triumphs over her beauty, Nothing but a rotten woman! He deserves better than her!" I suppress the urge to tell her they both seem like a perfect match for each other. In their possession, were the unbearable countenances and personalities. Yet the two are over-the-top attractive in the physical looks department. Albeit, inwardly I found myself agreeing with Anya; the personality traits of the woman were rotten and overshadowed her beauty. It was also the same result in Vladimir's case.

asked Anna to Charisa patiently. "In order for there is person who cooks their food, washes their clothes, and cleans their house,” replied Charisa honestly. That's all she did during her time as Skandar Alexander Hemingway’s wife. The girl saw Anna, she had a smile on her face, but it was crushed by Yuta's devilish laughter beside her. "Are you applying being a wife or a maid, Charisa? Where is your duty to be a wife?” Yuta had been joking in annoying. The boy had taken a seat beside Anna.

I get that I’m petite, and thin and look so tiny in my oversized clothes, but I’m not so small. “Oh come on Nikolai. I can be delicate towards her.” Oh, the man is Nikolai Rostov. They both look so formidable and their aura screams that of violence. I know that they are not men to be toyed with. “Keep your dick inside your pants, Mikhail.” A displeased voice sounds and I look behind me to see Viktor approaching us. He looks angry. “She’s married and is Annika’s nanny. So know where to draw the line.” He states.