Anna Karenina Novels & Stories

"I am disappointed. I had believed you might be the man to teach my Anastasia that life needs not be so complicated." Ash wanted to defend himself, but something Sitnikov said echoed Anya's parting words. He assumed he knew what she was about. Maybe he was wrong. "Tell me about her then. Tell me why a twenty-four year old woman still lives with her brother. As far as I can tell she has no job and no educational aspirations. Tell me what I'm missing." Sitnokov made an angry sound. "You know nothing!" Ash nodded. "Then enlighten me."

A.n hi lovely readers, welcome to my new book, quick warning, I don't like describing things, like clothes, and housing, I find it boring, if you don't like it sorry, If you don't understand something please ask, I'll be happy to answer any questions. On that note please enjoy. My name is Anastasia, I am twenty years old and I have black hair and brown eyes, my mother died, in a car accident when I was thirteen, since then it's been just dad and I.

Milana I left as I couldn't bear to stay any longer. Annika’s mother is my friend Karina. And she is dead. I've always tried to look for her but I had no idea that she died three years ago. I have been living in her house and I feel so bad each time I think about what has been going on between Viktor and me. He was Karina’s husband and we have been…. I have been having sex with him. That is not right in any way. It’s wrong.

I simply don’t know how to protect the alliance, without taking my fiancée as my Luna. As I am about to take her hand, I feel Anya’s hand on my shoulder. “Still breaking it to the little Lily pad that you are rejecting her, Jar?” she asks. “Anya, it’s not that easy,” I start to say. “Oh Jar, it’s super simple. You reject her, she accepts, end of story,” Anya says.

I hate her right now. I stare up ahead ready to storm into the ladies room damning the consequences when she glides out with a smile on her face and a slight away of her slender hips. The only thing I like about her is her pretty face, at least it's natural. Maybe I should set her up for an appointment with that popular surgeon so that she can get some ass at least. Ugh. She wouldn't appreciate it though and would use it to lure men to her, so no. "I'm so sorry I took so long. I had to get myself together," Karen beamed at everyone seated at the table and smiled even more when someone took her picture from the other side of the restaurant.

However, she must hide her own shame tightly. Karina got up from her seat. She pulled aside the large curtain so that the glass window could display the view below. It never got boring—Karina really liked the view from here. Especially at night like this. “I wish I could be this rich with clean money.” Karina took her mineral water. Took a seat near the window. “Unfortunately I can only play dirty.” ~~ Karina has returned to work. Still in a cold war situation. Saka who is stubborn and does not give in. Karina who does not know what to do so she just stays silent. Saka glances at Karina who is in front of him.

Rosa clapped her hands happily. "What about Anna?" Karen asked. "Oh, Anna is right outside. She is speaking to a guy she just met and she won't even look at me," Rosa pouted sadly. Karen laughed out at her childish act. "You are funny," she muttered, then turned to concentrate on her makeup. "Can I help you with that?" Rosa moved closer. "Yes, you can. Help me check how okay it is." Karen turned to face her. ** Right outside the room. At the front of the pack house.

The dress was a long off shoulder red gown with a shiny bodice. I stared at it in awe. It was just a dinner and yet the dress looked very costly. I took off my dress and wore the dress. I stared at the mirror when I heard a knock on my door. I walked to it and opened it expecting to see Roman but instead I saw a young girl about my age, in a short white gown. She had short black hair and freckles on her face.

His friendly smile put me at ease. “So…first day at college and you are already in trouble. You must be a bad girl,” Eddie winked. “No way! I was just running late, that’s all,” I giggled nervously. “I am joking. My name is Eddie, as you heard Ms. Barns say. What’s your name?” Eddie asked me. “Marina,” I replied. “Marina, what a beautiful name. It suits you.” Eddie smirked. “Tha…thanks,” I stammered. Ugh, why did I have to be so shy about everything? Eddie didn’t seem like the kind of guy who likes a mumbling idiot.

Mary had acquired a little artificial importance, by becoming Mrs Charles Musgrove; but Anne, with an elegance of mind and sweetness of character, which must have placed her high with any people of real understanding, was nobody with either father or sister; her word had no weight, her convenience was always to give way--she was only Anne. To Lady Russell, indeed, she was a most dear and highly valued god-daughter, favourite, and friend. Lady Russell loved them all; but it was only in Anne that she could fancy the mother to revive again. A few years before, Anne Elliot had been a very pretty girl, but her bloom had vanished early; and as even in its height, her father had found little to adm