Innocent Anya Novels & Stories

Anna was scared, but she looked away quickly to lessen her anger so that she could speak today, whatever was in her heart. ‘They had tried to help me; for example, they planned for those goon things on the day before the women's festival. But believe me, I had clearly denied the idea of this. And those goons you fought with that day were real." Neil strangely felt like trusting her once. Her every word spoke of truthfulness and innocence. His fist tightens automatically just thinking about those goons. "Trust me, Neil. I didn’t do anything intentionally." ‘I…" He grabs her hands, which lay on the table. "I trust you", he muttered, bringing a lost smile to her face. His heart skips a beat see

She came towards me and extended her hand. "Hi, myself Noori the youngest and cutest girl here " she smiled. "I can guess that. I have heard about you from Anam. I am Ayan. her friend and colleague " wow Ayan you just friend-zoned yourself I blocked my inner voice, which was right. I shake hands with the little girl and returned the smile. she gave me a knowing smile and sat on the bed beside anam. Stroking her head, she looked a little upset about Anam.

" 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.

Her anxiety continued to rise. What if Leaf was already looking for the documents? What if he got angry because she took too long? A few minutes later, the guard returned. "May I have your name, Ma'am?" Sahara smiled gently. "My name is Sahara." Then she hesitated before adding softly, "I'm...the CEO's wife." The guard's eyes widened immediately. "Y-You're the boss's wife?" Sahara gave an awkward laugh. "Yes." "Oh, my goodness, Ma'am! Why didn't you say so right away?"

‘Hey ignore him, we have a job to do’ I say over mind-link. I can feel the different emotions hitting me hard from the bond, keeping my man under control is going to be the hardest I think. “Lyra, darling so nice to see you, unexpected but nice” Comes the voice of Anya, one of the nastiest females to ever live. Anya is as beautiful as she is evil. She would attract human and vampire men with her looks and the fact that she loved to play games. Like a cat she loved to play with her food, and no matter what or who she killed her daddy would always cover it up for her, and right now she is eye fucking my Alpha.

Marble, Vanya, Cicada, Seraphine, Lucas, Claire, Akira, Louis, Iris, and other supernaturals as well. Anya stood facing me with my father's sword in her hand. She was quite taller than she is currently. She had a tattoo on her shoulder that looked like a hunter's mark but more advanced. My father stood behind her, arms folded in front of him, and had that proud smirk on his lips. “I am not a failure after all,” he mumbled to himself. I dropped to my knees and Anya held her sword to my neck. “Why!” I yelled at her clutching what seemed to be shattered body parts of a young child on the ground. “Why would you kill my baby?!”

Anya. I sat there for a long time, staring at the bottle of pills. They were a necessary evil, a crutch I despised but couldn’t seem to let go of. The empire was cracking under the pressure of Boris’s games, and every decision felt like a potential mistake. I couldn’t afford mistakes. And then there was Anya. She was a complication I hadn’t planned for. A distraction, Vlan had warned me. But she wasn’t just a distraction. She was something more. Something dangerous.

She laughed, throwing her head back before heading out of the room. “God won’t forgive you…” She mumbled, tears coming out of her eyes. Zoya got up from the bed when all the girls followed Rabiya to the exit. “It’s okay. Don’t mind that bitch’s word. She’s filthy, that’s why everything is filthy in her eyes.” She patted her shoulder with a small smile on her lips. She knew Hazel is strong enough to endure such things. “Now come or they’ll start barking.” She held her hand and headed out.

The moment the gates closed, I felt relief wash over me. Night fell heavily over the mansion and I found Anya in the side garden, near the trees where Noah liked to play. She was looking at the moon, half-hidden behind gray clouds I approached, unsure of what to say, but she didn’t give me time to think. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, Nathan.” The pain and anger in her voice hurt more than any blow. “I was the one stupid enough.” “Anya, please…” I said, stepping closer, like I was trying to approach a deer that could bolt at any second. “I didn’t tell you and tried to keep my distance because…”

Then, a faint click echoed through the line, the sound of Anya's fingers already flying across the keyboard, initiating the hunt. Anya's response was a click of her keyboard, a promise of a digital cascade. Riana knew Anya would deliver. She always did. She had an uncanny ability to sift through the noise and find the signal, to separate fact from fiction, to unravel the truth from the tangled web of lies and deceit. Anya was relentless, driven by an insatiable thirst for knowledge and an unwavering loyalty to Riana. She would leave no stone unturned, no digital avenue unexplored, until she had unearthed every scrap of information relevant to the Crimson Zone. She was a digital archaeologist