Anna Stone Novels & Stories

It was Sienna. The Omega who had just stood up to Lysandra with more strength than I thought she had. The girl who had defied me, who had made me look weak without even trying. She hadn’t cowered or backed down. She had faced Lysandra head-on, and the image of it replayed in my mind, each time more unsettling than the last.

Unafraid. Not kneeling. Not bowing. Just… observing. One steps forward. A woman. Tall, silver-haired, her presence sharp but measured. She radiates absence—like something important was deliberately removed from her. She inclines her head slightly. “Rory of Midnight.” I don’t like that she knows my name. “You crossed into my territory,” I say evenly. She smiles faintly. “No. We crossed into uncharted territory.” Ethan’s hand brushes mine. Ready.

I start to realize this isn’t about me or the dress she just doesn’t like Sadie. I bite my lip sadly. I knew this was a bad idea. Inviting her here was a bad idea. She clearly isn’t ready to be near Sadie. “Aunty Stasia you looked really beautiful. You look beautiful like princess Ana from Frozen. Her hair is ginger like yours. You’re going to look so pretty on your wedding day…” Anna Jessica and Damon’s daughter says.

Lily asked. "Ivy Garcia. She is one of the top successful businesswomen in Washington. Very beautiful, rich and powerful. Don't you know her?" The shop attendant said excitedly. "You must be very important for her to come to look for you," she added and Lily smiled but was wondering why such a person would come to look for her.

“If it isn’t our brave Luna herself. I keep finding myself growing more curious about who you are and what you're trying to do, but trust me, you are catching Nolan’s eye. He's impressed by you. Had he not been, he wouldn't have allowed you to be in that room in the first place.” I forced a small smile, stepping back as her eyes narrowed ever so slightly on me. I tried to move away from her but she wouldn't allow me as she looked me straight in the eye as if reading me like an open book. “You’ve got that look,” she said. “That storm-in-your-eyes, about-to-break kind of look. You know that look that every girl has whenever she's annoyed and then she masks it up with the beautiful smile on her

“Hi, I’m Anna Strickland. We met at the Andersons’ party. I saw you with Jace.” “Apart from that, have we met somewhere else? Are you a celebrity? Maybe a model? You look so familiar,” I asked, narrowing my eyes. She chuckled, flashing a perfect white smile. “Well, I’m a model at Mush Diamond. Remember? We met at the inauguration of your best friend, Holly Williams, when she became chairman. We met again when she was traveling to Italy for business—I was one of the employees representing the staff at the airport. We made eye contact, but it wasn’t even thirty seconds.”

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."

Alex and Jessica both were warriors and were dedicated to the Pack. Lacie went with black leather pants, a lace black top with a cami underneath and black heels. Lily was sporting a green leather mid-thigh dress with short sleeves and black ankle boots. Monica was all black – black mini skirt with black corset style top and black heels. I chose my signature black skinny jeans, black tank with my black leather jacket and black leather heeled boots.

She nodded in satisfaction when they all listened to her. 'Portraying this character is actually fun.' She said in mind. "I know you ar– err we are surprised with the sudden revelation. But spare my perfect ears because I cant deal with you guys screaming this early in the morning." Anastasia said calmly. "So how about, we ask one by one? Lets start with you Vanessa." She pointed at Vanessa because Vanessa is the only name she knows.

The tiny woman stood up and went toe to toe with one of the scariest guys Claudia's imagination could conjure. "Dude, what exactly is your problem?" Anya snapped, crossing her arms in front of her. She looked like a miniature combatant in her black studded jeans, camo tank top and signature heavy boots, blue-tipped hair brushing against her shoulder blades. "Why don't you go give cold lessons to an iceberg for a few hours? I don't even begin to understand why Ash might consider you a friend. Why don't you back off, we're talking here."