Innocent Anya Novels & Stories

“You were going to kill dozens. Hundreds. Maybe even thousands.” “You’re right. I was. And I should be going through with my plan as we speak. But because of your meddling, here I am—having to use your pathetic, sniveling little friend as a vessel.” She looked at her hands. Anya’s hands. “She’s the most innocent out of all of you, and therefore the easiest to slip into. But she’s weak, inside and out. Pathetic.” “Don’t you dare speak about Anya like that,” I ground out. “And don’t you dare hurt her.”

Sia smiles but soon her smiles vanish as Sebastian continues "Ayaan, you should know your standards. I'm not saying to lower it for girls like Miss Julie but don't make it too high that you bring Anya as your partner." Saying this he pats on Ayaan's shoulder "So be careful, next time." Idiots didn't understand but the intelligent got the sign. Grandpa Abhi smiles at his grandson's words and Anya reminisces Sebastian's words 'I won't allow anyone to hurt you!' Anya's trance was broken with Aaden's voice "Anya is not just our employee, she is amazingly talented and part of our hospital's research team and we are lucky to have her."

she said, holding out her hand. Jane held her breath as Anya simply stared at the proffered hand for a moment before barely giving the tips of Jane's fingers a squeeze before dropping her own hand back to the table. It was abundantly clear that Anya didn't want to talk to Jane. Jane's understanding was that Anya was not at all involved in her brother's criminal activities. The girl appeared to be more intelligent than her rebel co-ed appearance made it seem. "I'm here to talk to you about your brother."

Murder was the one thing you should never do in a public place. She looked up at me and sighed in defeat. "Fine." She let go off the now unconscious man. Her guards dragged him away and she sat back in her seat and continued to watch the movie. She is so fucking impulsive, I like it. The other movie watchers sat back down in their seats, too scared to move. I found Alessia's hand once more and kissed the back of it.

“Thank you by the way.” Miho just smiled and quickly walked back to her seat. She sat down and carried on doodling on her piece of paper. “Can I seat with you if you don’t mind?” she asked looking at Miho. Miho nodded her head as she let the girl with earrings on her face to move pass her. “By the way I’m Veliou Knight and you?” asked the girl with earrings on her face. “Miho, Miho Weapon” replied Miho shaking Veliou’s soft slim caramel hands.

“No she isn’t. You even look at her and I will make sure that you don’t look at anyone or anything else.” “Hah! You think you can do that.” “Yes!” said Andy menacingly. Sushant backed off and glared at Mia. Andy and Mia got on his bike and rode off. **** Once they were home Andy called Anya. “Hi” “Hello. I am a little busy. Is it something urgent?” Anya’s voice appeared stern. “Yes Anya madam,” he said, picturing the sexy cop sitting in her office at her desk. How he would love to see her hair open!

As she neared the door leading to the balcony, where Anya had vanished, Lyra gently peeked through the curtains and caught a glimpse of her with a mysterious man. “Is this poison as potent as you claim, Dad?” Anya inquired, prompting Lyra ’s eyes to widen in alarm. The mention of poison sent a chill down her spine, indicating that Anya meant serious business. “Of course,” the silver pack beta assured confidently. “One drop and the victim is a goner for good.” A mischievous grin adorned Anya’s face as she eyed the small bottle in her hands before slipping it discreetly into her purse. “But who’s the unlucky target?” the beta asked with a hint of curiosity, observing Anya intently.

I couldn't remember that bitch’s name for the life of me. I had heard from Judith that Anya ditched her because they slept with the same man. One of the higher guards in Nikolai’s court. Foolish if you asked me, poor-minded girls like that always setting their sights on below-average men instead of powerful people like the Alpha. It was probably good for her, it wasn't like Alpha Nikolai was going to give her the time of day either way. “How's your baby coming along? It has to be a few months old now doesn't it? And you are yet to show.” Anya tattled crassly and my heart jumped into my mouth as I inhaled sharply, pausing halfway with the wet wipes still in my hand.

I needed them to confirm to Vorlag: Ronan Thorne is broken. Anya, dressed in the stifling emerald gown, was my only anchor and my most public vulnerability. She played the subservient, heartbroken Luna flawlessly. She guided the wheelchair with a gentle, protective touch, maintaining the perfect posture of a wife burdened by tragedy. She spoke softly for me, accepting the pity, deflecting the probing questions, and reinforcing the narrative of my decline. "The Alpha is quite tired," Anya murmured to a local pack leader, her voice trembling just enough to be convincing. "The recent financial setbacks have taken a terrible toll on his concentration."