Mouthwashing Characters Anya Novels & Stories

"Please ma'am!! they all knelt, begging when I insisted I didn't need help and I had no other choice than to oblige. "Arrrghhh!!!! I hate this so much!!!! I screamed standing up on my feet and throwing the pillow at the door. My life is messed up all because of Jayden. "I hate him so much!!!!" I exclaimed stomping into the bathroom while they followed suit. "Ma'am please step into the bath so we can wash you" one of the servant whom I later found out her name was Anya said and I sighed as they peeled my clothes. They added some oils and rose petals along side milk into the bath and I stepped in, loving the feeling against my skin and the nice scent of the water.

And why the hell was she staying the olive-skinned maiden to us? “What's in it for you little girl?” I whispered inwardly when she remained quiet before her throat worked as she had just swallowed a slimy frog. “Mary. My name is Mary.” She grated like I had asked her an impossible task and I exhaled in relief. “Great! nice talk, we’ll think about it. You're excused, Anya?” Igor growled roughly, and I smiled at his characteristic rudeness, knowing the little miss pixie Mary was seething in her heart as Anya nodded and led her away, closing the door softly behind them so that it was just me and Igor in the room.

Rahul. She immediately looked at her mother and said, "Ma." She nearly choked as her throat dried up. Her mother anticipating her daughter's next words. "Water." She said in a frail voice and her mother ran up to the bottle on a table and fetched it. She then made Anya take a few sips from it. Anya could feel the water gush down her throat as it cleared the dry spots in it's path. She gulped and felt better this time. She motioned with her hand telling her mother that she'd had enough and tried sitting up.

Truly. Next to me, Anya sat down slowly. Her knee touched mine lightly, and she didn't move away. The two of us there, among puppets and children's laughter, without titles, without disputes, without masks. Just two women trying to fit into the roles that the world had imposed on them. At some point, one of the children pulled my hair curiously. Another rubbed her nose against my arm and said I smelled like the wind. I laughed. She laughed back. When Anya finally got up, her hands brushed my shoulder. She looked me in the eyes and said:

she replied with disappointment in her voice. I turned to face her with my brows furrowed, and she instantly lowered her head when she met my gaze. I sighed and turned my head back again, choosing not to get angry for her unwarranted comment. Anya is the only woman that I brought to the team with me. Anya is an omega and is back in our pack; she used to clean my room and my office regularly. Although it was just a simple job, Anya is good at it. Not only does she clean my room regularly, but she always ensures that I’m comfortable inside it.

My mom asked My second mom. "Yes. You can." Anya smiled at her. "Okay, have your seat." My mom told her as she poured the water away. Aya sat on the chair and my mom started washing her hair. "Your hair is too long." My mom said, I don't know if that's a compliment or a complaint. "I love my long hair." Anya replied to her. That's true, Anya's hair reaches her waist. "That's nice." My mom continued to wash her hair.

I told you not to trip. ANYA: Go Rosie, Go now!! ROSE: No, I'm not leaving you so shut up. (Struggled to help Anya and the warriors are now in front of them) MIKA: Little girls ANYA: (whisper to Rose) Let me do the talking (to Mika) Hi...uh...you see, I got stuck here so I could use your help. MIKA: Anya the prank Queen, I know you well. Everybody knows you and your sexy trouble maker boy Logan

“I think we’ve got a pretty chill mission this time,” said Rica as they sat next to each other on the couch, sharing a tub of ice cream, and watching the nth episode of some mystery crime series they found on N*****x. They were both in their pyjamas, as it was a weekend, and their faces were unrecognizable with the animal-patterned facial masks occupying their entire face. Rica’s hair was additionally curled around heatless curlers. “Right?” “Mhmm.” Anna unintelligibly hums in agreement, her mouth full of ice cream, her eyes glued to the screen. “That murderer’s quite intelligent,” she comments, her attention focused on the show.

After taking off her clothes and putting them in the wash basket, she walked into the bathroom and had a quick shower. When she was done with her shower, Anna walked into her room with her towel wrapped around her. She did her skincare routine and chose an outfit for the day. It was Saturday and she didn't plan to go outside so she chose something simple: a pink blouse on a short black skirt then wore her puffy black slippers. She combed her hair, put it in a ponytail and took her glasses from the bedside table. She quickly made her bed and went downstairs to find something to eat. To her surprise, there was already a woman who she presumed to be the cook cook in the kitchen when she entered

Anya's tone turned playful, taunting the other woman with a hint of truth. The woman advanced menacingly, but Anya held her ground, her expression unyielding. “You think you are better than me just because you got pregnant for him? What does that make you? You are a fucking whore!” My anger was ignited, my instincts surging forth. I was about to intervene when Anya's palm met the woman's cheek with a resounding slap. The impact was intense, leaving the woman's doll-like features in a momentary state of shock before she crumpled to the ground.