Innocent Anya Novels & Stories

“For heaven’s sake, you are good for nothing. I told you to figure out something to get rid of Anya. But you had someone else to do the job. Damn it! Could you not get a better killer than that piece of trash? Look at what you have done! Instead of killing that bitch Anya, you got all of us in trouble. You better come up with something to settle it! Otherwise, you will be going to jail. “We know. Don’t worry. Ramos’ family has emigrated, and Ramos is dead. The police won’t find out that easily!” “I hope so!” Tina’s POV: I was over the moon when I heard that Anya had a miscarriage! “Thank God! Finally Anya lost the baby. But goes around, comes around. She has done so many evil things and will

Beside her were a few omegas forced to stomach being with those murderers in return for a kinder environment. The maids served uncomfortably. This kind of sight dispelled the hope left in our souls. I couldn't stand the sight of Anya getting along with these terrible people, the ones who had murdered Yeleina and Kriev, yet she didn’t bat an eye. I tried to control my emotions, but Anya's betrayal pierced my heart and shattered it into a million tiny pieces. I tried to ignore her as much as I could until she called my attention. "You, woman! Hand me a glass of water," she demanded.

All my efforts would have been well worth it as long as he believes Corinne to be the type of evil woman who would hurt an innocent child,' thought Anya. She was secretly jumping for joy but on the surface, she let out a helpless sigh before innocently walking up to the counter and said softly, "Corinne, why don't you just give up your act and come clean with your crime? As I said, I'm willing to ask Lucas to show you mercy if you just admit what you've done!" Corinne completely ignored Anya. She did not even raise any of her eyebrows. Instead, she kept her attention focused on the computer and after hitting the enter key twice, she said, "All done!"

Mars greeted shyly, getting up and quickly checking his chin for drool. A young girl, the bravest of the bunch, stepped forward. "Who are you?" Mars laughed awkwardly. "Uh, no one, actually. I'm just a foreigner with no place to go," he replied, semi-honestly. The others exchanged glances, their expressions hardening. He was just like them, then. Yet he had done no work all day and was on familiar terms with the prince. So he really is a whore, just like that Charlotte girl, the thought ran through their minds. Only the young girl, whose name was Anya, remained innocent of the suspicion. She was simply glad to have a friend her own age.

“Well, why not?” Suddenly, she looked down to her tea again, hands wrapped around the mug. Stone cold. She wasn’t deserving of even a warm drink. “They’re going to take my child.” — Anya sat, black hair free from its bun and running down her shoulders in its thick curtain. Dressed as plainly as she could. Foot tapping the leg of the table impatiently. She had fixated on her coffee for those long minutes she’d waited—thirty or so would have been her guess, though she hadn’t the mind to pay attention. There were a few things of which she had come to be sure of. The first being that Richard had injured Blue, how she wasn’t sure. The second being she would be rather surprised if the girl’s cheek

"As a cleaner?" Anya was one of the assailants involved in the incident from years ago. When she got into trouble, Owen didn't want the issue to escalate and affect Charlotte’s marriage, as the mastermind behind the whole situation was Faith. Owen had never dealt with it properly, and most of the people involved had gone unpunished. Ava explained, "I did a little research, and Anya's family went bankrupt shortly after the incident that affected you. She herself has been missing for several years."

Anya exclaimed before she quickly added, “Should I tell you guys a quick story?” Seeing that no one answered her, Anya went ahead by telling the story, “You see, when I decided to stay away from home for two weeks, I didn't really expect to have many troubles today. First, I had a bad driving day. Second, I met a really annoying lady who thinks I want to steal her man. And now, I have a suspect in my mind…”. Anya suddenly stopped talking. Her face instantly darkened when she questioned, “Who sent you guys to kidnap me? You can start confessing now”. “Do you think we'd tell you anything about our client? You're really daydreaming, young lady”. Ethan announced and was getting more angry at Any

she looked at Any with curiosity. Amy gently pushed Greta's shoulder embarrassment, "I'm after chef Ryan Lewis," she whispered, her cheeks turning red. Greta just listened to her words with her mouth in shock. *****

We ordered glasses of champagne, and when I got up to head to the bathroom, a hand clamped around my mouth, and darkness took me before I could scream for help from Liev, my personal guard. Guards, you ask? Well, my name is Anya Popov, and before my abduction, I was the only daughter of a Russian Pakhan Alpha - a mafia princess for a better term. The only difference is I’m human - a flaw to a great man like my father. But he loved me nonetheless. My eyes adjust to the bright light and scan the crowd as they all hungrily look up at me. Apart from the dingy backstage, the entire place looks fancier than I expected, similar to an opera house, but it doesn’t ease up my anxiety at all.

"We decided . . . as a group . . . on the slaughterhouse. And we won't have to worry about hiding this time." "How so?" "Because we're purchasing the property. Nice and legal!" Red couldn't take many more surprises. "How? We don't have that kind of money!" "That's not entirely true," said a voice from the opening to the surface. There stood Anya in all her glory. She was wearing designer clothes, expensive boots and was carrying a purse that cost more than most Americans made in a year. "I . . . had a little put away that I'd kind of forgot about."