Anna Stoddard Novels & Stories

I followed it, and my hands clenched into fists when I found a very beautiful girl of the same age as mine. She is talking with Adrian while she is trying to touch him and intentionally rubbing herself on him, pretending to fall. She is in a short pink dress and carrying a Gucci bag. I quickly got away from there, breathing heavily as my hands clenched into fists. I want to break everything here, I quickly came out. "Who was she in his office?" I asked Nancy while gritting my teeth, as my hands cleaned into fists. "She is Aancy Anderson, daughter of Mr. James Winson. He was a billionaire."

Hazel Eyes Anastasia Perry, an elegant figure at 5'10" with striking blue eyes and flowing blonde hair, stood amidst the bustling city sidewalk. Her cobalt blue pantsuit radiated confidence, while her honey blonde hair was impeccably gathered into a sleek ponytail. The world outside was a whirlwind of activity, but Anastasia's focus was on one thing – her wristwatch. Time was slipping away, and she knew she had to hurry. Her job interview at the prestigious Pinnacle investment banking organization was scheduled for this morning at eight, and the stakes had never been higher.

"I don't mind, Anderson. I'm fully aware and I understand. I'm not asking you to leave your wife, either." "Then tell me what to do. For God's sake, Anna. I can't bear to tear your clothes." "Will you ..." Anna looked at Baldwin. Baldwin stared at Anna, impatient to hear the continuation of her sentence. "Will you kneel at my feet?" Baldwin frowned. He hoped that he had heard it wrong, but his ears and brain were recording Anna's words just now. What does it mean? did she get Anderson Baldwin on her knees? Seriously? Doesn't she know who Anderson Baldwin is? He is Anderson Baldwin, the richest and most famous businessman in Canada. Who is Anna Smith who dared make Baldwin kneel?

She excitedly tells me, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing around her heart shaped face. Christine is really a lovely lady. She is short, probably barely five feet tall, and dainty. Her facial expressions are quite entertaining, her freckled nose crinkled up and it wouldn’t take an empath to tell that what she was thinking about was icky. Confused, I gawk at her. “Warrior?” I ask. “Yeah, Bobby Ray told me that Deputy Scott found your camera and there was a video of you kicking the shit out of those two guys.” She explains.

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 turned around and Channing was standing there with hurt in her eyes. "Yes. Her mate is Richard Brickenden." "You mean John R. E. Brickenden?" She asked, tilting her head with confusion. "What's the R and the E for?" Was his name really not Richard Brickenden? "Richard Earkenhait. We had a run in with him back when I was just a kid." So she didn't lie about her mate, but she never told us what her mate did. She was hiding something. "Do you know what she's the Founder of?"

It was a very huge store, with a million dresses, it smelt of fresh roses and pastry. “good day ladies” a tall lady greeted us the moment we walked into the store, she wore a suit and had a pair of spectacles hanging off her nose. “Miss Romero” she added with a smile. “and you must be miss Santiago, Romans fiance”. I smiled at her. It was funny though that her store was named after my fathers name.

He remained being a gentleman but something in him was different… We walked inside. There were a lot of people running in and out through the entire hallway. It was exactly like Simon said… hectic. While we were walking he kept holding my hand under his arm, I wondered if it wasn’t a bit awkward but I was afraid to get lost around there if I let go of his arm. “Ah, Simon! Good that you are here!” some woman called. We both walked towards her. “Anastasia, this is my chief editor, Mrs. Ellen Houston. Ellen this is Anastasia Kowalsky, soon-to-be-great-writer, and my friend,” the way Simon introduced us, made me blush…

Westley blinked repeatedly, and I thought I saw a glint of awe and pride in her eyes. “I’m so proud of you, CC.” Mum was teary-eyed. “That’s my brother.” “It’s your dream, Linton. I’m happy for you.” Westley seemed sincere. Is she now? She didn’t have any idea that she was one of my inspirations. She didn’t have to know. It doesn’t matter anymore. Mum proposed a toast. “For CC and Austen.” ***

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.