Levin Anna Karenina Novels & Stories

He asked himself inwardly. "Surprised, aren't you?" Shelma asked cynically. Gerald looked up and stared at Shelma and Karenina in turn. "We weren't too surprised," Shelma said indifferently. "Right, Ren?" She turned and saw Karenina nodding. "You've given me negative judgments all this time, thinking that I'm not a good woman. When in fact, your wife is no better than me," Karenina said casually. "I do socialize, but my circle is limited to educated people and the upper class. Whereas your wife?" she said with a contemptuous glance. "She never selects her company, she can be friends even with streetwalkers, showing that at least my level is better than hers."

asked Anna to Charisa patiently. "In order for there is person who cooks their food, washes their clothes, and cleans their house,” replied Charisa honestly. That's all she did during her time as Skandar Alexander Hemingway’s wife. The girl saw Anna, she had a smile on her face, but it was crushed by Yuta's devilish laughter beside her. "Are you applying being a wife or a maid, Charisa? Where is your duty to be a wife?” Yuta had been joking in annoying. The boy had taken a seat beside Anna.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

Why should it matter? “I’m not here to compete with you, Lena,” Karina said coolly, squaring her shoulders. “If you’re still here to play your games with Caden, then you’ve come to the wrong place.” Lena chuckled, the sound mocking. “Oh, Karina. I’m not playing any games. You should know that by now. What Caden and I shared... it wasn’t just some fling.” She leaned in closer, her voice dropping lower, almost too intimate. “He’s always been mine.”

I have an image to uphold. That’s life in the Bratva. The shop owner, Arina, recognizes me immediately, despite it having been a substantial amount of time since I’ve been in. “Lev, my dear,” she exclaims, rushing out from behind the counter to give me a hug. Arina’s a stout old woman who thinks she’s my mother because we’re both from Russia. She’s probably the only person who isn’t out to stab me in the back, so I humor her. I know she’s lonely. Her husband passed away ten years ago, and her son committed suicide when he was only fifteen.

That lady seated beside him, dressed like she was going to a strip club was the perfect description. Olive skin, tall and slender, beautiful shape, nice facial structure and small breasts. Lucian gave her a pointed look and Anna averted her gaze immediately. "That's Anna—" Lucian began, but Wendy was quick to cut him short. "She's the new help! I help with the cooking and she cleans the house." Vera said nothing in reply. She gave Anna a long stare from her head to her toe. There was a look on her face. Anna couldn't place it. It was either a look of disdain or envy. She didn't know which.

Leon Everhart’s feelings for Seraphina Arden were markedly different from those he had for Ava. To him, Seraphina was in a league far above Ava. Seraphina’s skill in managing tasks, her ability to navigate complex situations, and the unspoken understanding they shared made her indispensable. While she appeared unassuming, her keen attention to detail and capacity to maintain control were unmatched. Even if Leon were to marry, he could easily see Seraphina as his “second.” Leon had made up his mind—he would have Seraphina.

Perhaps if she played nice enough, she could negotiate with him on the terms of her survival somehow. A servant undid the napkin on her side and placed it on her lap. A bowl of butternut squash soup was placed on her plate. “How do you like your steak?” Alexei asked. “Medium.” Alexei nodded to the servant, who promptly left. “I haven’t seen you around.” He grabbed the stem of his wine glass. “Have you been locked up in your room all day?” She picked up her spoon. “I was reading Anna Karenina.” “Oh? And how do you find it?”

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

I thundered. They flinched and the woman closest to me raised a finger and glanced at Lena. “We begged her to leave but she wouldn't budge. She said she wanted to do this herself and we… we…” her breath swallowed her voice. Lena took a step forward, her eyes glued to her feet. “It's true Alpha, I just wanted to be useful around here,” “Useful? You call this useful?” I said with a stern voice, staring at the mess on her Apron and the utensils that were all over the floor.