Anna Stories Novels & Stories

“You want to be Lady Luna so badly you would kill your own sister, nephews, and nieces?” “It’s not about Lady Luna anymore, it’s about being the mother of powerful wolves. Proving to the world that I am not less than!” Anna screams. “My children are Alphas, powerful Alphas.” A smile passes Anna’s face. “May want to check on your werecat, her mate is dead.” Dave feels Luke’s heart break. “Toodles!” Anna starts to fade but as she does they see the results of Angela’s work. The last image they all see is Anna with her blood down her, bleeding from the open wound in her throat.

Jenny added her introduction. Anna didn't understand what Jenny was talking about, so she just kept her smile and listened. "Who do you work for?" Suddenly Linda asked him. Anna turned and looked back into her grey eyes. Oh, Linda was so perfect with her eyes. It made her different from the average brown-eyed Latina woman. One of her parents must be American or European, or something else, as long as it was not Latin. "I'm with Adam," Anna answered simply. "That's Adam Green, right? You must be happy to be his assistant."

Daniel sat just beside her and pulled out a notebook to place on the desk. "So, you joined in the middle of the semester. But why suddenly?" The question was utterly simple for anyone but not Iris. The girl who saw her parents dead at the age of fourteen and later got imprisoned by Bratva, speaking such truths out to some unknown person was practically impossible for her. "Ummm... I ..... Just... Joined... My ..." Iris trembled and stammered not knowing what could be a good choice of words to describe her situation. "Anything wrong?" Daniel watched her getting uncomfortable. He waved his hand in the air to make her understand that she could leave the question if not comfortable to answer.

Anna greeted as we both spared a quick small smile before refocusing our attention back to Anna’s phone. “What are you girls looking at?” She asked as Anna and I immediately faced each other, trying to think of an excuse. “Um!” I stumbled as Anna rolled her eyes before answering. “Hey, Mrs. K, you know, how Ashely loves those vampire romance fairy tales- “Hey! There’re not fairytales,” I exclaimed, nudging her as she glared at me. “Anyway, Mrs.K, I was just showing Ash that instead of buying those waste of time books, she could just read off her phone,” she said as mom nods in agreement. I looked at both of them in disbelief.

Anna pushed Luna's body roughly then turned her knees. "Damn you, Canadia Smith ..." Luna screamed very strongly. ***** This is Canadia Smith's story. 30-year-old woman. "Pretty Savage" was the nickname she earned in her world. A girl with a strong ambition for revenge. An innocent girl who turned into a demon just because of past trauma. This is the story of Canadia Smith, who prefers to be called Miss Anna. The woman who acts becomes dominant and becomes obsessed with her new hobbies after psychiatric rehabilitation.

“O my God!! Catalina Brooks is in love with a child” Anna says, while laughing hysterically, rolling on the floor being unnecessarily dramatic, laughing really hard, I just stare at her completely not amused, all I did was tell her everything I know and felt about Stiliyan, and what she got from that was love!!, I tell you this girl is nuts, I wait for her to dial it down with the laughter, it seems she is almost done, but begins to laugh again then stops getting all serious,

She took his hand into hers briefly and said, “I am Anna.” “Okay.” Carl maintained that teasing smile as his feet began to take bouncing steps backwards. “I guess I’ll be seeing you around.” “I guess,” Anna replied sparingly and soon, her legs were back to leading her towards the start of her revenge journey. Once her ID is given to her, once she’s assigned a position, she would become that unstoppable bloodthirsty warrior. A lot of seconds later, Anna found the station which was a free standing glass cubicle which had weird decorations that looked like lawn grass at its ends.

Anna arrived at the office early, humming as she proudly walked in. She wore a bright pink cardigan, her face perfectly made up. She sat at her desk, pretending to organize folders, but her eyes kept darting toward the main entrance. She was waiting for the explosion. This should teach Anika a lesson to stop being...everywhere at once. "I almost feel bad," she smiled. Knowing Anika, she knew she would come to work despite her advising not to come. She couldn't wait to see her old friend walk in and get dragged into Selena’s office to be fired.

" She was wearing an elegant red printed dress and her hair was up in a bun. She looked stunning and irresistible even without wearing lipstick. I began to feel a tingling in my back and my heart skipped a beat. The librarian scolded some brats who were making noise and I took advantage of a moment of absent-mindedness to signal Monica. She understood instantly. 'Hi, I'm Anna,' I said holding out my hand, which she shook weakly. 'Monica,' she replied indifferently. The best thing for both of us was to pretend it was the first time we had met. So we disguised ourselves as skillfully as we could by talking about the genius of Stratford-upon-Avon, until we were shooed away and the room closed.

she muttered under her breath. Her eyes narrowed. Carol brought Anna here for a reason—to compete against us. And with only a week left before the show, we can’t waste a second. Cassidy shut the computer, but her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and chuckled softly. It was a photo from Anna—her soaking in a bubble bath, flashing a peace sign. Must be her first time back, Cassidy thought. Her heart softened for a moment, remembering Anna’s story. She’d grown up with her father, raised abroad after her parents separated.