Anna Karenina Novels & Stories

Mrs Rodrigo said and they laughed Mrs Rodrigo left the room and Cindy started helping her to pack her stuffs "Only sexy clothes Anna please,it's a billionaire we are talking about" Cindy said and threw off the long gown Annabella was planning to arrange into her bag "I am going there as a nanny...." "So what? Haven't you read stories about billionaires falling in love with their maids? Just keep on playing" Cindy scoffed "That stuffs only happen in stories babe,Mr Bells is just like ice,I don't think he's interested in ladies" Annabella said but then her mind went to Stella

"Don't do that. Don't do the finishing each other's sentences thing, you've been doing this for five minutes and it's already insufferable." Neo looked at Irina. Irina looked at Neo. They both looked at Anna. "Sorry," they said. Simultaneously. Anna dropped her head back on the pillow and looked at the ceiling and said "Lord have mercy" in a tone that Irina recognized because she'd said the exact same thing in the exact same tone on her first night in the McKinney Mansion standing in Anna's wedding dress. It was, she decided, a very Sabalenka response to overwhelming situations. Some things were genetic.

Zita offered. Rebecca didn't reply nor objected her offer. They both left the dining room and arrived at the living room. Rebecca slowed her pace when she saw who it was. It was a woman, who was in her late fifties, dressed in cream coloured dress. Her hair was short and styled to a bob. The woman caught a glimpse of Rebecca and smiled slyly. "Ah! You must be the new caretaker my son hired!" The woman said proudly, sneering at Rebecca. She looked her from head to toe and disliked her.

She cackled and intentionally stepped on my feet. I groaned in pain and managed to stand up. “Alpha finally dumped her for me, and now she's salty,” Tracy spat out. “Brianna, you have to see her face when he rejected her. What a silly goof!” She hissed. Brianna shrieked excitedly, flashing her hands in the air. “Wow, Lena, you are really done for. You can't keep a man, you lost your mom, and your father couldn't even live long enough to take care of us. You must be bad luck,"

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.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

"Rhea and I just have an understanding with one another" "Stop lying, Aleksander. You are good boy. I hate hearing you lie. Nikolai has spoilt you", Annika rubbed her temple and sighed. Her red manicured nails fell to her necklace where she fiddled with her luxurious gold necklace. My aunt was the closest thing to a mother, I ever had growing up with while knowing we lost my parents to the void somewhere back in Russia. Annika Makalov knew when I was lying, as if it was a second sense. It made lying to her as a teenager impossible.

The lady couldn't stop smiling, Annika on the other hand crossed her arms and her lips curled up as she watched them. "This is Annika," Nikolai introduced pointing to Annika. The lady stretched her hand to Annika for a handshake which she reluctantly accepted. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Annika, I've heard so much about you." The lady smiled. "I see, his name is Nikolai and not Nikolay. I wonder why you do not know that since you two seem pretty close." Annika muttered pressing her lips together. The lady chuckled nervously, Nikolai sensing the awkwardness between them began to talk.