Anna Karenina Novels & Stories

“Hehe, the important point to note here is that Mr. Ackman never asked me to do anything! And I am more than happy to be idle. “It’s okay, Anna. Hang on to Mr. Ackman. The handsome man may be torturing your soul, but you can torment him physically with your eyes.” “Bah! He’s impossible to serve! And that Wilson! I want to kill him!” Anna was losing her mind. Nina pinched the lace sleepwear and picked it up. She shook her head continuously. “Tut-tut. You don’t know this, but when Wilson came and handed me this present, his expression looked as if his husband just died. It was as if he had nothing left to live for!

He was good, like really good. As I turned the next page, I found not the eyes of a wolf but the eyes of Katarina staring back at me, her beautiful hair cascading over one side of her shoulder and a beautiful smile lighting up the curves of her lips. Damn, he got every single detail of Katarina perfect, right down to the tiny scar she had on the corner of her eyebrow. Honestly in real life its near invisible to the eye, the only telltale that it was even there was the slight lack of hair where her eyebrow should be but nowhere near noticeable unless she told you the story of how she had acquired it. I turned another page yet again finding another portrait of Katarina only this time she was a

Anna is not even capable of doing to Adam what Caroline does to Adam. Annalia desired to reveal to Adam and the rest of the world the genuineness of her affection for him. But she can't just go ahead and do it, especially considering how Anna already prepares for situations like these. She is not going to let her silly feelings toward this person derail her plan in any way, even though there are times when she wishes she is brave to do so.

Karen Karenina sat quietly in her room, accompanied by the soft morning light streaming through the window. Her hair, a dark brown that shone brightly in the sunlight, was gently combed by Helga, bringing a feeling of peace that she had always enjoyed. Karenina had always loved moments like this, remembering how her mother had combed her hair and how she had found comfort in her gentle touch.

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."

Anna They say desire is dangerous. I say it’s the most powerful weapon a woman can wield. I’m Anna. Twenty-two. Young, determined, and hungry , not for love, but for power, pleasure… and control. When I first walked into that house, I was stunned. Marble floors, glass walls, imported art from cities I only knew through I*******m. Wealth like that changes people. And I wanted to be changed.

“Keep her off social media during dinner, at least.” I hang up and step outside to greet the pretty blonde. “Hello. What brings you to the Institute of the Higher Mind?” “I want to feel good about myself,” she replies softly, her eyes downcast. “What’s your name?” I ask, my mind racing to read her intentions. She offers a small, shy smile. “Annika.” *Nina*

Anya knew that it was too soon to trust or fall in love with a person but she couldn't neither help controlling her emotions nor falling for him. ___♡♡♥♥♡♡___ Anya was wearing her favourite Anarkali* dress. It was a pure georgette red and black Anarkali with side pannel and embroidered neckline and check border with pure chiffon dupatta. She looked in the mirror and smiled at her beauty. She told priya, her maid, the necessary medications that has to be given to Rahul's mother and walked towards the door. Rahul was waiting in the car. She opened the car's door and sat next to the driver's seat where Rahul was sitting. Rahul stared at her looking as though he was frozen by the sight in front

But today, in this formal setting, she seemed transformed. Karen's demeanour exuded a sense of authority and sophistication. Her movements were graceful and deliberate, indicating a woman accustomed to being in control. Her clear, direct gaze and the slight smile that played on her lips conveyed a mixture of warmth and professionalism. Rachna found herself captivated by Karen's charisma, a magnetic quality that drew people to her.

The man was perhaps a couple of years older than Klaus and had a severe look, but he really seemed to have some affectionate tone towards Klaus. "Madam Petrova, it's a pleasure to have you back," said Sonya's soft and elegant voice, making Anika turn immediately. The woman walked towards her with an elegant gait, her dark skin standing out against the boutique's light uniform. "Just the woman I was looking for," Anika said, looking at her. "I need a couple of complete outfits, one with pants and one with a skirt, a couple of matching bags, and shoes that are a bit more comfortable than the ten-centimeter heels my husband ordered last time," she informed. Sonya nodded efficiently as she guide