Anna Stone Novels & Stories

A tense silence filled the room, broken only by the sound of Jada's heartbeat thundering in her ears, and her piercing gaze remained fixed on Madam Aniston, her eyes burning with impatience. Finally, breaking the silence, Madam Aniston stood up, her expression rigid. With a deliberate grace, Madam Aniston straightened her tailored suit, her regal posture commanding all around the table attention. "Ladies and gentlemen," Madam Aniston's voice reverberated through the room, "Allow me to introduce Josh Lykaios’ daughter, Melissa Lykaios." As Madam Aniston uttered Melissa's name, the young woman rose from her seat, dressed in a sleek black pantsuit, her nourishing hair cascading down her shoulde

Hopefully, he doesn't sneak out or I’m dead if Lily sees him. The second floor was quiet. Good. Maybe the others were downstairs. I descended the stairs and immediately heard laughter and conversation from the common area. Passing the hallway, I spotted Anastasia by the window, giggling on the phone. She was a 20-year-old college junior here in Southville—super friendly and chatty. Fair skin, curly hair, cute upturned nose, thin lips. Honestly, girl could pass for a beauty queen. She waved when she noticed me, so I flashed a quick smile back.

Recognition flickered across her face. “You’re the one from the news. The Rhodes girl.” I lifted my chin slightly. “I’m Anya Miller. I’m a writer.” “Sure you are,” she muttered, the skepticism thick in her tone. She hit a key with more force than necessary. “Stand against the wall.”

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

She's Anastasia Emmons now and the daughter of Helenia Emmons. “Helenia Emmons if Buffers oil and gas?” I asked. “Yes sir, she's quite popular in Paris. She owns a fashion line” my personal assistant replied. “Hannah?” “Yes sir” Rubbing my temple, I dismissed him. I picked the tablet up staring deep at the person in the frame. “Hannah “ I said my voice low, almost a whisper. I could feel my groin rising again. My groin is hard at this point and I can't stop myself from looking at her. Her skin,her hair,her eyes, her curves, even her height.

ANASTASIA POV I turned toward the voice, wondering who could possibly be calling my name so confidently. The moment I saw her, I almost gasped. Calista Morgan. The Calista Morgan. For a second, I simply stared at her. I knew her face from the countless pictures Elena had shown me and from the endless things I had heard about her. She was one of the biggest models and actresses around, and apparently, she was also the woman who had been pretending to be Elena's best friend.

I asked them, staring them dead in the face. “Do you know who you’re even talking to?” An unknown voice came from the distance. It made me jump. “Dannika, how nice of you to join us.” Talia said, sarcastically. I turned my head, and saw a woman walking towards us. Dannika was tall, golden skinned, with green eyes and reddish brown hair. She was wearing a pair of black tights, and an olive green dressy tunic shirt. She had brown boots and brown leather fingerless gloves. “Declan, where’s my warm welcome, darling?” She turned to Declan, eyes wide and bright. “What do you want, Dannika?” Declan spat, inching closer to me. I rolled my eyes and stood up. “Why the hostility, my love?” She asked, p

Tyler asked joking around. “Not everyone who sees a shrink is crazy Ty,” I said and started to head inside the building. That’s when I heard her voice. Kennedy Jones the school’s most feared female. The perfect queen for a king. Head cheerleader, Straight A student, and very popular. Not to mention hot as hell. Also a total bitch and my girlfriend. She came running over to me and hugged me. “Morning babe,” I said to her, and then her group of minions came running up, and off she went.

~Grayson "And when did Lexia go missing?" Resting my elbows on my desk, I look directly at the questioner in front of me. An immaculate, proper lady sits across my desk, clutching a pad of pristine paper in her hands. A Detective from the Discipline Pack, anxious to find out where my mate has vanished to. She looks painfully similar to Lexia too. Despite different facial structure, and her square rimmed glasses, she had the same green eyes and slightly off coloured blonde hair.