Anya Forger Grown Up Novels & Stories

I nod, closing my eyes to digest it all. Milo and I were never close growing up; in fact, if memory served me right, I made his life a living hell for the majority of it. But in recent years, things had changed. I started protecting Milo, started helping him out, indulged his pleas to play, and even got him a fucking bunny. And now Milo was saying he was on my side. Milo, who had no reason to be, was on my side. I feel the tears build behind my eyes and force them away, not wanting to break down in front of Zander of all people.

Dora curiously asked, Maya let out a sign “I lost my parents at a young age and had to move from one foster home to another. When I turned 18, my main focus was school and when I completed school, my life revolved around work. You are literally the most interesting part of my life right now” The two ladies laughed briefly with Dora being surprised and thinking how absurd this sounded and Maya laughing at how pathetic she sounded even to herself

I was not always upset with the situation, but every once in a while, I wondered what it would be like if I never had to deal with any of this. From the betrayal at the hands of those shallow, greedy thieves I used to call my parents, to my essential sale to the Forger family, and now to my role as a house maid in the home of Alexander Forger, all in an attempt to keep me safe, apparently. I never wished for any of this to happen, but it was already too late for wishes and hopes. I had already resolved to make the best of things, no matter how bad they may seem.

“I suppose I do. I might have to find me one of those guys on a Harley, but I want my man scruffy and tatted and I want him to pick me up and push me against a wall—” “Kami, you stop right there,” Nancy warned. “Not at my dinner table. I don’t think so.” I burst into laughter. Kami knew how much it bugged her mother to hear her talk so wantonly. She did it to goad her. I loved their relationship. I admired it. I wished I would have had a mom to have a relationship with. I had been a foster kid from a very young age, never getting adopted and bouncing from one place to the next until I finally aged out. I remembered the day I turned eighteen. I felt like I was finally free.

Mary stared at her meal silently, using her fork to play around with the strands of noodles, and Anaya stared at her. “Who really are you, and where did you come from?” Anaya asked Mary. Mary raised her head slowly and nervously replied, “Umm, my name is Mary. I was born in a place where the sun hardly hit, in a city really far away from here called The Forgotten. My parents moved here a while ago but died shortly after, leaving me with my madam, for whom I work at the boutique.” “The-Forgotten? I’ve never heard of that place before. Why is it called that?” Gabriella asked.

Frod said raising up his hand in a surrendered mode "Better!" Ariana affirmed "Are we cool now babe?" Frod said non challantly " Not really!" Ariana said as she glares at him " Come on, I already gave in, I said I will put a stop to it" frod pleaded with his eyes " You're just acting like the city playboy, since the disembament of the clan, and that you started staying at mingling with the city life and activities, you weren't like this when we were much younger!" Ariana stressed out further

Get lost Mary Ye was shocked and stunned, her face turning green, red, and white, and she was completely emaciated. Yuri looked at Fremingo in surprise, realizing for the first time that this man's mouth was so poisonous? Fremingo's phoenix eyes rolled and landed on Henry Herme, her voice icy: And you, if you want a daughter, you should work hard with your wife to have another one. Don't beat her up! It's so easy to claim a cheap daughter, what else does a welfare home do

Anaya jerked his hand and said angrily" Stay away from me and my child." "Anaya, please forgive me. Please, think about our child. Please forgive me." He said helplessly. Anaya took a deep breath and said:" Ahaan, I'm doing everything for our child. I don't want him or her to become like his or her father. Mark my words, I will never forgive you." Ahaan looked at her with hurt, he left the room without saying anything.

Poor him. “Little brother,” I whispered to myself. It had to happen. For Father. For the alliance. For me to finally matter. And now Damon was going to take it all away. "No," I whispered. I started the engine. If Damon thought he could win—if he thought he could take Gina, take Father's favor, take everything I had sacrificed for— He was wrong. I pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward the highway. Tomorrow, I would start fighting back. And this time, I wouldn't lose.

Only because she was older and more observant, so now, Nanay was taking care of three kids instead of one, Max, Clara, and Jeremy, just because they always stuck with each other. In Max’s office, Tory remembers looking at the pictures of Avery as she fondly remembers the name she gave him. Photos of when he was a baby, before and after they sent him to the orphanage, with his arms around Clara and Jeremy, with his friends smoking behind the building when he was in High School. In College with his graduating class. She was there when they handed him his diploma. It had been her proudest moment, and she wanted to share it with him, but she could only suffer and rejoice in silence. She never fo