Anna Karenina Characters Novels & Stories

“Ah, I see. I’m glad the two of you are bonding.” “We really are,” Karen said with a fondness that softened her features. “She reminds me so much of Ruby. It felt like I had a part of her with me today. She’s sweet, kind… and stronger than she lets on. She also is a very lazy shopper given her background.” Anne’s expression grew warm. “I’m glad to hear that. I was beginning to worry she might feel overwhelmed. She’s been through a lot. I only want her to feel safe and loved here.”

After all, no one knew Bennett was my mate. Given that, I knew that no man could get close to me, as alphas were possessive, even if they didn't want their mate. However, why would I stop for a man who hated me? Thinking about it, Karla drove to Anna's house, "You girls should change, I'll go to my place and meet you at the club." Anna and I got out of the car and said goodbye to Karla. Anna was a girl from a wealthy family, her parents were high ranking and business tycoons.

Seeing that the woman in front of him was about to cry, Nicholas immediately took out a handkerchief from his pants pocket for Veronica. And while accepting the white handkerchief, Mrs. Veronica again tried to add, "But I'm very lucky because God repays me quickly." "Then do you know another woman named Karenina Portman?" The forehead of the woman who polished her eyes with nude-colored eye shadow furrowed deeply. "Who is she? I've never heard of her before," she replied. Trying, Nicholas took out a picture of Mrs. Portman and placed it on the table. "This woman." then Nicholas tapped his finger on the photo. "Have you ever seen this woman?"

I never thought I would see this side of Kasper. “ You're an old face. I've seen you for way too long,” he dissed. I guess, Kasper's character isn't farfetched. “ And who might she be?” He pointed at me and my heart instantly stopped beating for a few seconds as I tried to process my own identity. “ She's my wife and the mother of my kids. Her name is Anastasia,” Kasper answered on my behalf. Did he just say I'm his wife??? “ Hello, I'm Anastasia but you can call me Anna,” I bowed my head at an angle ninety which I had never really done.

Karen had been pampered from a young age and raised in luxury. She had been meticulously trained in etiquette and eloquence. Karen was undoubtedly beautiful, especially when she gazed affectionately and intently at someone; her allure was deepened by her affection. It could easily satisfy a man's vanity. However, despite her longing looks and deep emotions, Darren remained unmoved. He seemed unconcerned about her feelings. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lawson, but we are not acquainted," Darren said rationally and coldly. "Regardless of what you do today or what the outcome is, it's merely insignificant news to me. I wouldn't pay any attention to it."

“You’re making it sound like I did this to secure my comfort, Ivan.” “I didn’t mean that,” he says with a wide smile, and for a split second, I’m surprised by how much he looks like Igor. I never thought they looked alike. Igor looks more like Leo, which is shocking considering Leo is just their cousin. “Anyway, I have to go to work or your future husband is going to kill me.” Hearing him call Igor that makes me blush profusely. I watch him head toward the elevator and in the same beat, the doors open and a tall blonde woman in her late thirties walks in. She shakes Ivan’s hand formally and says, “I’m Anna.”

’ 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.

Catherine just shook her head and continued reading but then she felt some ballerinas approached her. “Hey, Catherine can you help us out?” Hazel asked nervously and it looks like she was the one who had been pushed to talk to her. Catherine just continued reading her novel until the silence got awkward. Anita saw her students waiting for the response of Catherine so she approached them. “Ladies, if you please.” Anita said in a gentle manner and the ballerinas went back to their position. She had been trying to make her daughter interact with people but it was no use. Catherine still thinks that she might lose her friend if she got attached to them. Anita had thought that it was an unnecessa

Karenina, the mother of their little group had short red hair that fell to her shoulders, greyish orbs, wearing a red top, black jeans, and red shoes, Karenina had also found her mate while their other friends, Jenny and Chris died a year ago from longing. And then, Natalie and Ivan. "I just don't get it, why would it change so suddenly" Skylar voiced with confusion and frustration, staring down at her plate of sandwiches with a lack of interest appetite, the sudden bitterness in her throat just wouldn't allow it. "You've probably come of age" Athan shrugged, at least coming up with answers unlike her other friends, who had their nose stuck in their food. "You're getting yourself worked up o

Her voice came out broken—not from fragility, but from exhaustion. “I have a right to know who I am.” Mrs. Malcolm pressed her lips together. For a moment, the woman who had always been unshakable seemed small, her face marked by ancient guilt. “You know who you are,” the nun turned abruptly. “You are Karen. The sweet girl who grew up here. The kind woman who came back to see the children. That is who you are.” Karen felt tears burning in her eyes. “My mother is a prostitute who got pregnant by a married man.”