Anna Karenina Novels & Stories

I asked him. “Do you know her full name? It’s Kate Zainab Omar” he answered. Smith’s POV I have planned for this day for a long time. I must enjoy every minute of it. People’s suffering and pain sooths my mood. “Am sure you are smart, you will figure it out.” I was not happy that Charles and Camilla were not surprised. “Could it be that they discovered who she is?” I thought.

The silver thread glimmered like a dying star between my fingers as I pulled the final stitch. I had spent weeks carving a masterpiece out of a mess, breathing life into a gown that was little more than a hand-me-down from Nora, the chief maid. It was a relic of the royal palace, salvaged from the scrap heap of a life I was never meant to lead.

Probably barely reached his chest. Mona let out a nervous laugh, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. "You, uh... you look better in person," she blurted out before she could stop herself. Her eyes widened in horror. "I mean! Not that you don't look good in the picture! Just, uh... yeah. You're really... um... handsome." Kane laughed. A deep, genuine laugh. His heart did something funny in his chest. This was different. Most women acted composed , confident and calculated, knowing exactly what to say to get his attention. But Mona? She was pure. Flustered. Adorable in a way he hadn't encountered in a long time.

Perhaps Eve will know. Ana's eyes furrowed. "Mistress?" Karen blinked and focused on Ana. "Yes?" "Is anything the problem?" "No, not at all. I'm just a bit tired." Ana nodded. "Should I get you anything? Like a drink or some food?" Karen blinked. "I get all that now?" Ana nodded. "I'd like some juice. Cranberry please." Ana rose to her feet. "Yes mistress." She walked over to the door and paused, looking around the room. "Do you want me to redecorate?"

Norah says excitedly. "Keep your voice down. You're going to get us fired," I scold. Everything about my job is pretentious. Its not everyday a mess like me gets to work at a place like this, and I have to work extra hard to be just as fake and uptight as everyone else. Norah doesn’t really try. She’s a little reckless, but in a childish and innocent way. I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble.

The woman who held Emily said "Christina!" Richard said "What she's probably another gold digger like Kristen said," Christina said "She's a Russo and has more money than me and if you don't respect my future wife get the fuck off my property," Alex said climbing out of the car. "Wait she's a Russo?!" They all yelled "Yes I am," I said reminding them I'm right here "Well, brother you had fallen far. What if Allison comes back?" Kristen asked "She won't. We saw her in New York. She's happier without us," Alex said

Her brows furrowed as she fought with it and I couldn't help but examine my woman. Fuck me! Anna's beautiful. She had on a short black bare-back gown that showed her beautiful thick thighs and made her skin glow even more making my eyes lingering on there. The thought of Tony touching her or seeing her ever dress like this, almost made my expression to instantly cloud but fuck! Not today!

So this was the end of my miserable life. After trying to be perfect for my family, trying to be perfect for the world, this was how I ended. Anna, a perfect daughter, skilled in fencing. She was the only child of a rich family. She was raised to show perfection in everything she did. She had to smile even when she was crying inside. She hated her life. She promised herself that she would one day escape and go live in the countryside quietly and peacefully, alone and far away from her father and stepmother.

She turned and bolted back down the hallway to her apartment. The two trash bags were so light, they had to contain mostly clothes. Katie dropped the bags next to her car, her hands still shaking from the encounter with Scarlett. She had learned to put on a good show, but if anyone knew how terrified of confrontation she was, they would eat her alive. Katie unlocked her car, but then glanced at the trash bags. Dread replaced her anger and she ripped one of the bags open. "Please say you didn't take it," she mumbled. She fished around in the sea of clothing until her hand brushed paper. She pulled out a ratty book and held it to her chest. Anna Karenina. It was

She extends her hand forward, "My name is Anna, and your energy is calling me." "Well, I'm sorry—I'll tell it not to do that next time." "I can see what all the fuss is about." "The spirits are all worked up around you. I'm getting so much." Her eyes close, the smile still on her face. Sera can only curiously stare. Goose bumps have begun to spring up along her arms, when suddenly Anna's eyes fly open. "I've never witnessed anything like this! It's so inspiring." Sera's nerves lately make her a little anxious, but she can't help but also be curious. "Well, you already know my name. What else is my aura giving away?"