Anna Stoddard Novels & Stories

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.

" Even though Anita's blood was boiling, she maintained her composure. She smiled coldly as she turned to face Stacy. "Stacy, tell me if it hurts. Realising that you will always be in my shadow, no matter how hard you try? That you'll always be Harry's... second choice, no of how much you offer him?" Anger caused Stacy's face to flush red. She stood up and said, "Shut up!" out loud. Eleanor hissed, "Stacy!" Leaning back, Anita turned to look at Harry. "You intended to destroy me by exposing my past? Proceed. But keep in mind that I've changed from the gullible lady you left behind. I am now Mrs. Grant. And that makes me untouchable in this world." Harry's gaze grew strained.

"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?"

she stated earning a roaring laughter from Roman. “fine, you win be ready in 15” Camila jumbled off the couch with a huge smile on her face and headed for the stairs. She picked out a long black gown that didn’t hug her figure so that her stomach won’t show that much. She paired it with a pair of black flats and a silver purse. She didn’t do any makeup, just curled her hair and was rushing down the stairs. Roman was already ready there, waiting. He was dressed in a black suit and was looking down at his watch.

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.” ***

she said while typing her name on a g****e browser. She approached Gabriel’s mother and whispered. “Read, Madamé Rebecca Anderson.” It was her diplomatic way of declaring war. “Anna Hemsworth Miller is a multi-billionaire businesswoman who owns stocks in most of the businesses in the city. We know her by name, but no one ever sees her. Her face is declared the most private face in the business industry. If you think you own your business 100%, think again. She owns half of the stocks in one of the biggest companies here and abroad, The Anderson Group of Companies, Créatrice de Mode, and many others.”