Anna Stone Novels & Stories

*** Anastasia sat in the company meeting room with a pale face, staring at her phone, which was filled with bad news. The circulating news portrayed her as a woman who would do anything for popularity. Now, with the emergence of news about Maximilian—or Max Stone, a man with a history of legal troubles—her image had grown worse in the public eye. The marriage to Max Stone was seen as a way for her to reclaim Leon Hale.

Saying this, Anastasia left from there. Rose then came to Alden's side and muttered, "Boss, I think no one will be able to compete with us this time. This time, we will have the market in our hands. Although we have learned from a secret source that George Company is working with model Ashley. Still, to me, model Anastasia is more beautiful and successful than model Ashley. I still can't believe that a model as famous as Anastasia Williams is such a humble and friendly girl. Listening to her, I never once felt that I was talking to a big model, she didn't have a bit of arrogance in her. When Rose was praising Ana, Alden smiled and said, "You are right. There is no arrogance in her that she i

They wore suits that didn't hide their expressionless faces, and they were obviously armed. Then the third. A woman. She stepped out like she’d been sculpted from frost and venom. White gloves. Crimson lips. A single braid coiled over her shoulder. She was older than Joana but younger than Katherina—somewhere in that dangerous middle. “Anastasiya Ivanov,” one of the men announced. Andrei stepped forward to greet her personally. They embraced like old acquaintances wearing silk. Zane watched from the top of the stairs. Her eyes found him almost immediately.

Leah Sullivan had never wanted to slap someone so bad! She sat in one of the two black leather armchairs across from her father’s large mahogany desk, and stared at her father, King Marcus. The only outward sign that she was anything other than the calm, unaffected facade she presented was a slightly raised eyebrow.

— 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.

"Playing games like catching a cheater, that's better left for you and Nixon." Rose coldly disconnected the call. Kelly didn't expect this reaction from Rose. She looked toward the nearby figure of Jonathan and a woman. The woman was none other than Anastasia. Anastasia had just arrived in Aquastead, and she was eager to see him. Therefore, she called him as soon as she got off the plane. "Jonathan, it's been so long. Originally, I was supposed to come to the National Jewelry Design Award with my brother, but Anthony ..."

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

Reporters are usually a lot more chill in serious events. "Annie," Charlie calls, breaking our moment and making Anastasia turn to him. He gives me an annoyed look before reaching for her hand and pulling her closer. I follow close behind as he steps in front of a cluster of mics, "This is my youngest daughter, Anastasia. She just finished getting her master’s degree in France and has returned home to take on a role in the company. We're very excited to have her back, she's my little genius and the reason Bloom Beauty has taken a fresher turn lately.” I can see Anastasia go tense when all the attention turns to her in an almost aggressive way. They start throwing questions at her like hungry

Opportunity. This is perfect. This is better than perfect. "Anna, this is insane," Felicity says, reading my expression. "If he finds out who you really are—" "He won't," I say firmly. "Because Anna Brooks has nothing to do with Anastasia Campbell. Anna Brooks is a successful medical doctor and tech consultant with an impeccable reputation. And Anna Brooks is going to offer Alexander Grayson exactly what he needs to win the International medical tech deal." "A wife," Felicity says.

“Sure.” Realizing that Zayn was not putting up a fight, Julius teased, “Mr. Larson, does that mean you’re actually acquainted with Annabelle then? I’m not talking about any old D-Lister Annabelle. I’m talking about Annabelle Laking—singer, actress, variety show star. I’m talking about one of the biggest celebrities of our time.” Apparently, Julius had taken Zayn for a fool. Zayn looked him in the eye as he assured coolly, “Nonsense, who else would it be? What other Annabelle did you think I was referring to?”