Mouthwashing Characters Anya Novels & Stories

I climbed out the tub with a huff of frustration, hating myself for thinking such a thing. I had to remind myself that Darius was the enemy. But those words were becoming useless. Mia was already awake when I walked back to the room. We greeted each other and she went inside the bathroom. I dressed and sat by the window, staring at the sun rise. The door clicked open and Anya entered. This small woman didn't know how to knock. I smiled at her regardless. I was starting to like her. "Good morning," I greeted. "Morning," she responded and went to her normal routine.

Later she yawned deeply and added, “Now my mind is at rest” Anya quickly left the boys and went inside the mansion, because she was feeling so tired. It took her a few minutes, but she finally arrived inside her bedroom. She laid on her bed without hesitation and announced, “Freedom! I don't have any energy to bathe, so I'm just going to sleep right now”. . Pwetty readers, don't forget to vote with plenty of gems and also try to leave a review (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕).

We fall quiet as they set about the task of filling our water glasses and placing salad on the table before receding quickly. Anya is the Shamans mate, and she is what most consider the therapist of the pack. She has way of talking things out and helping straighten thoughts and feelings. I always suspected she has a mild ability to manipulate emotions short term but as she only uses it for good, I have never thought to ask her about it.

She gulped. “Can I get some more water, madam?” Her glass was empty. Anya's heart melted at the look in her pleading eyes. She asked the other lady cop to arrange for more water. ***

Anya rushes into a stall, and a couple of seconds later, it sounds like a waterfall is unleashed. When she doesn’t come quick enough out of the stall, the henchman snaps, “Time’s up, prinsesa.” Seconds later, the door opens, and Anya comes out, her cheeks burning red. “Drink water,” the henchman instructs. I watch as she relieves her thirst, and only once the barrel of the gun is directed at her head do I get a nod to use the toilet. I couldn’t give two shits about a girl being in the restroom while I take a leak and go about my business.

“That’s impossible, Anj. You must have at least remembered a little about him.” I squinted, showing them I was thinking really hard. “He has eyes, nose, and mouth, and his head is as big as that balloon,” I pointed at the white balloon the little girl was holding as she walked toward the convenience store. “She must have been drugged that night,” Anya shook her head, but when Dylan glared at her, she continued, “Or her alien family came, and they got her married to a royal family.” The word married choked me, causing me to cough, and they panicked when I was not stopping. Dylan had to rush back inside the store to get me water, and when he returned, he found Anya tapping my back lightly whil

Anya nodded, stifling a yawn like me. “Same here. I was really looking forward to doing each other’s nails and makeup.” She chuckled at the grimace her words evoked from me, before telling me that I wasn’t going to talk my way out of it. “Don’t blame me if you look like a three-year-old coloured over your face when I’m done with you.” Anya smirked, faking a bow. “It would be an honour, milady.” The two of us agreed to sit out the rest of the movie, and when it finally came to an end we cleaned up before heading up to Anya’s bedroom, where I stood waiting as she pulled out an ancient looking sleeping bag that she set up for me while we chatted mindlessly.

The door was slightly ajar, and Penelope peeked in. Anya stood near the bed, struggling to pull off her pink dress, her tiny hands tangled in the fabric. Penelope chuckled softly and pushed the door wider. “Need some help, sweet pea?” Anya pouted. “It’s stuck!” Penelope walked over, her fingers gently working the fabric over Anya’s head. “There you go,” she said with a smile. Anya sighed in relief. “Thank you, Penelope!” The bathroom was already prepared—warm water filled the tub, and the faint scent of lavender floated in the air.

I really hope I get that job, in fact, that is where all my prayer points are going to. "Oh la la! Love me some sweet sweet New York air!" Anya hollered with her arms spread wide and twirled as we got out of the arrivals unit. I found myself smiling ear to ear watching her, she's so full of happiness and energy. It's hard to believe she's 21...almost 22. she is still as beautiful as ever, if not more. "Jamie! Quit putting that toy in your mouth, it's dirty." Anya scolded Jamie and I turned to my side to see Jamie inserting one of his toy trucks in between his teeth.

“That’s alright. As long as you have lit one, no?” “Umm…Yeah, I successfully lit a few-” “Perfect! That’s great! Umm..” Anya crawled out of the tent and stood from her knees. She first claps her hands and sways them in opposite directions until the dirt on her hands lessens. After that, she bends down to dust her knees last. She raises her head at me and smiles as she straightens herself. Then she looks around the ground. She reaches for the rocks placed slightly in front of her not too far and walks up to me.