Anya Forger Grown Up Novels & Stories

The video also showed Lucinda and Anna doing horrendous things to me, I had long forgotten about most of the events played on the screen but seeing them again brought back memories. Memories of when I dislocated a couple of my bones and had to skip school because I looked a mess, all thanks to Lucinda and Anna who turned me into a punching bag, their aim must’ve been to disfigure me or better yet, kill me but I somehow always got lucky because I would be healed fast. The doctor used to say I had a very strong system, I just hope Aiden takes after me in the future. “I’m here to declare that the plaintiff seated there is my daughter, Arya”.

Luca Forger doesn't know who is confronting him, he really needs this antique vase. Luca Forger's grandfather is the current owner of the Forger family. The next month is the birthday of his grandfather, Luca Forger the family is also unloved. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't win his grandfather's attention, causing the surrounding people to mock him again and again. Luca Forger gritted his teeth, silently rebuking the person who was confronting him. His grandfather had a hobby of playing with antiques, which all the rich people in city B knew. Luca Forger hoped that the other person understood his identity and quickly stopped.

Beautiful. But reality was cruel. Voices echoed from the garden—our parents, the Forgers, laughing about something far too distant from this moment. We broke apart like guilty teenagers. “I’ll see you at the Thanksgiving party,” I said, forcing lightness into my tone. His smile barely touched his eyes. “You better.” The next morning, I sat in the lanai of the Forger estate, sipping tea with trembling hands. Beyond the manicured hedges, Dad and the Forger men were already deep into a game of golf, the fairway stretching in soft green hills.

"Riccardo, she is….." "Yes, she can be more feral than this, Aniya," he told her because Riccardo could clearly see those questions overwhelming in her eyes. She became disturbed after witnessing Flora killing that man. Yes, Aniya was aware that Flora was getting trained because she wanted to become like her father and Aniya, despite being hesitant in the beginning, she never stopped Flora from fulfilling her wish of becoming like her father but today after witnessing it, her emotions got scattered all over. Her tiny adorable Ora had become Flora Aniya Alfanso in the past 16 years.

“It’s honest work.” “Of course. I’m sure the children adore you.” “They do.” Vera’s smile sharpened. “And before that? Were you always in education? Or were there… other ambitions?” Anya saw it then—the hook in the water. “I studied early childhood development,” she said calmly. “While working two jobs and raising my daughter.” Vera didn’t blink. “Remarkable. I suppose necessity is a powerful motivator.” Across the table, Dimitri’s jaw flexed.

To keep their child close — legally, cleanly — he had sent my real baby to an orphanage and used a special drug to scramble my sense of smell so I couldn't tell my child had been swapped. What he never knew was that Bellis hadn't pushed him toward me out of any pity for my broken heart. She just didn't want him. Not then. The Silver Moon Pack he ruled over was small and poor and barely worth her time. She kept him dangling but refused to commit, because her ambition was always bigger — she wanted to be the mate of the werewolf king. They turned my child into an orphan. And I never got to see my baby — not even once — before I died.

This time, I bent down and picked up the papers. "Pen." Everyone in the foyer froze. My mother's face tightened. "What game are you playing now?" I took the pen and signed on the last page. Eve Vega. Five years ago, I had used that name to marry into the Lucchese Family for Serena. Five years later, I would use it to walk out with my own hands. Serena snatched the agreement from me. Once she checked the signature, she couldn't quite hide her smile.

Eight years ago.... "Aria, why didn't you cook dinner yet? Don't you know I invited my son and his family for dinner?" Aria's adopted foster mother Nancy Snapped at Aria. Nancy is in her early sixties, and son is around forty years old. Aria was an orphan who was adopted by Nancy when Aria was seven years old. Since then, even though Nancy sent Aria to school, she demanded Aria to pay her back in physical labour. Aria is to clean, cook and do the household chores for Nancy. A few times a month, Nancy invites her only son and his family for dinner. Her son mostly ignores Aria, but his wife snaps and taunts her for her clumsiness. Nancy had a granddaughter and a grandson who were twins. They w

Alessio did same. Now I know where he got all his characteristics from. He tucked his hands into his pockets and Alessio did the same. Typically, a daddy's boy! They looked so good together, all of them. "Ms. Estella." He called, taking a step forward. "Or should I say, Ms Forger." He smirked. To say I was shocked was an understatement. I was perplexed, surprised! When I changed my name to Estella Harriet, I paid a huge sum of money to get that bullshit done and with everything and everyone present, I was sure no body would tell.

Anna was left in the care of her godmother, I won’t expose her to sex scenes until she is 18. Time has passed, a lot of sex has happened, Anna grew beautifully, being a perfect futanari and everything went perfectly. We all lived happily ever after! Or did we?