Innocent Anya Novels & Stories

Nori asked calmly. “Bweecoz you won't wet Mwikey pway with mwe,” Anya replied, crossing her arms in front of her. Anya’s action earns another burst of laughter from Leon and this time Nicolo and Nikki can no longer hold it and laughed but stopped at the same time. Anya is really like Athena in so many ways. And this latest antic earned her a chuckle from me. But I end up clearing my throat and the sound of it was enough for Anya to stop what she was doing.

“You know those two girls are more like twins than cousins. Now you will have a new level of incentive to succeed. Honor wants to go with you and where Honor goes, Arya goes. Gage didn’t have much of a choice. Anya convinced him.” “How? With an axe to his balls?” Gage’s dark laughter came from behind me. “She handcuffed me to the bed, fucked my brains out and then had me say yes while edging me. It was fucking torture. I had no choice.” “She edged you?” Gage’s wife, Anya, was a Volkov by blood and a Vittori by marriage. She embraced Gage’s darkness with her own and in all that chaos, they found each other. “The woman’s fucking talented,” Gage said with a smirk.

"I know everything." "I-it wasn't even my fault! My sister framed me for stealing a purse and my parents said I had to go for the sake of the family's reputation b-but I went because they said they'd visit. They haven't sent a letter and haven't even they called." She told him brokenly into chest, soaking it with her tears as she recalled the empty promises said to convince her to admit to the crimes she didn't do. "I expected A-Anna's boyfriend, Ronnie, to visit but he hasn't either. He was the o-only one that was ever nice to me." Seth shushed her soothingly to calm her down when her breathing became difficult from her heavy sobs but felt something inside her break as she finally admitted

“Though nothing is ambiguous between the two people, who can explain the truth to slanderous society. This news can ruin her entire life, and the reason will be the Edwards family. Even it will ruin Edwards family’s name.” “And, if one day she will regain her normal sense and come to know about this matter, wouldn't she feel like cheated, or we took advantage of her mentally abnormal condition?" “A pure girl doesn’t like all this; wouldn’t she despise us?” Last line Rita deliberately emphasizes to make Steve agree. “Yes, aunty Rita you are correct. She is in my mansion, my responsibility. I will be wary for these things from now on.” Steve can’t imagine one day his innocent beauty will despi

It is complicated than my life. My vision tunnels for a second, darkness dancing at the edges. “She was wearing knockoff Valentino,” Anya says flatly from beside me, as she checks her nails. “Honestly, she should’ve been arrested for the fashion crime before the suicide.” I whip my head around, mouth slightly open. She meets my gaze and her expression are unreadable—lipstick still perfect, mascara untouched. Unbothered. Witty. Sharp as ever. Her heel taps lazily against the base of the seat in front of her, like she’s bored of the entire ordeal, like this isn’t going to blow up in all our faces.

Mine was currently locked in her bedroom, dripping rainwater on the carpet and nursing a sense of righteous indignation that was becoming… inconvenient. Anya Sharma. I had been watching her long before she stepped into that mountain cabin. I’d been watching her since she was a university student with a sharp tongue and a misplaced sense of justice. She was the perfect weapon. The Critic. The one person the world would believe when she said Kai Madden was reformed.

she narrated. We enjoyed a quiet walk for a few moments. "Ah ha! Saana, did you know that Anya is now with Lady Seraphina?” My eyes widened at this piece of information. Why would she do that though? I thought she might even want to pick Lyra. "What does Anya look like now?” I asked, to understand what we could possibly be facing later on. "Like nobility. An outsider would think that she's Lady Seraphina's daughter, or long lost younger sister.”

“Whatever her failings are, no one would ever accuse Delphine of not knowing how to work a crowd.” I turned to look at Anya who had made the statement, and there was a flash of something grave across her features. But then she noticed me staring and her expression immediately cleared up. It was off putting, and I remained silent. What if she had been sent here as an undercover agent by Delphine? Things could get hard for me if I made an offensive statement about the Moon Goddess’s incarnate. Going off my track record in fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone suggested I get executed for that too so I chose to remain silent and Anya sent me a sly knowing glance.

I opened it. Anya Kovaleva. Born 2002, Moscow. Mother listed as deceased—our Elena’s mother, the same woman who had escaped the Kovalev family decades ago. Father unknown on paper, but the bloodline screamed truth. Anya had lived quietly: state orphanage until sixteen, then a string of low-profile jobs. Translator for small publishing houses. Freelance now. No criminal record. No social media footprint worth mentioning. Last known address: a cramped flat on the Fontanka Canal in St. Petersburg. Rent paid in cash every month. Smart. Paranoid. Exactly what a girl raised on whispers of mafia purges would be.

She wasn't innocent at all. She managed to run away under everyone's noses and even cooked up an impressive story to stay away from me. She was the farthest thing from Innocent. "I don't know what you are talking about!" Anya said and went back to leaning on the door. "Why do you look as if I had kidnapped you?". I Finally asked her. "Probably because you had indeed kidnapped me? I don't want to be here!" Anya said to me, finally showing some emotions.