Pobre Ana In English Novels & Stories

Ana's hand instinctively rose to her cheek her fingers trembling as her fingers brushed onto her hot burning cheek, she had endured this pain, bully and maltreatment since her father passed away and her stepmother became Lady Thaddea Frost, Even though she is the Heiress of the Frost she is treated as unimportant as a maid, She could go days locked up in detention and starved by Lady Thaddea. The only hope Ana has is gaining her freedom, when Alpha Damian claims her as his mate, the last threads of hope she is hanging on.. "Ralia is right, you have brought nothing but shame and disgrace to us, your beauty could not even earn you a man with gut that'd stand with you in that shame at the socie

one of her friend asked. "No way, she doesn't dress it" another girl said looking at me with irritation. Calm down Bella... they're just rich, spoilt little brats. "No, she's my cook and piano teacher" Ana said walking over to me and interlocking her hands with mine. "Your dad sent your cook for open house, that's pathetic" the other brat said. Ana smiled. "My dad owns this city and asked my cook to come, your family owns nothing and are all here, that's the definition of Pathetic"she said and cat walked out.

Jessica suggested. " Yes mum, please!" Elena begged and Ana had no choice but to agree. She decided to get them some food but when it was her turn at the counter, she realized she didn't have any money on her. She remembered that she'd left the money at Alex's house when he kidnapped her. They didn't have where to sleep, they hadn't showered in days and they hadn't eaten either but they didn't have any money to do any of those things. " Come on" Ana said as she led them to the female restroom in the mall. " This is where we will be sleeping tonight" she said, guilt evident in her voice.

I screamed this question feeling frustrated and useless, I couldn't protect her, I couldn't give security to her or my son, again it was the coward who humiliated her so many years ago - you think I didn't mean it? Ana forbade me, first she thought she would die and then she understood why she always felt out of place and decided it would be a battle to the death, she wouldn't let anyone suffer again what she suffered

And the way she is gawking at Ana is more ill-bred. “Of course I do.” Ana says it nicely. “I hope you have been as good as Irma here." She adds. Julie produces an unnerving smirk that arouses my hair. “What did you think? That we would die of poverty because we stopped working for your family? Or that we ended up in the streets?" Ana’s grin fades abruptly while she looks away. Poor girl! “Hey! Be nice, will you?” I snap at Julie. “Who is she?” Angel’s voice startled everyone.

How could Elena do something so arrogant? The man, probably an assistant, turned white. He pulled out a stack of cash and shoved it into my hands. “Money isn’t a problem. Everyone knows how capable Miss Pascal is. She’s the most amazing businesswoman in this city!”

Amaya never new her boyfriend could blunt lie like this. "Oh. poor boy.I hope he secure it" Anita prayed for him. Maria didnt know her son was so busy. She thought it was that poor thing holding him down. She breath a sigh of relief because he was missing his best friend dinner party so he could secure money for them she's really proud of him.

I told you my name is 'Anaís,' not Anna- I said to the only friend I had made so far. But Anna means gracious in Spanish, right? She pronounced Anaís wrong. Yes, but... -I sighed- Forget it. What do you want? I need your help... -she ran her fingers through her reddish hair.- With my French. I have a test tomorrow - She put on a sad expression, blinking, trying to convince me.

"You call using me as a pawn in your business game an arrangement? You didn't even prepare me for that presentation. I had to wing it, thanks to your 'heads up'." "I prepared you enough," I said, leaning back in my chair. "You're smarter than you think, Ana. And you handled yourself well out there." "Oh please! Don't patronize me." Ana spat, her face reddening. "I'm not some naive little girl who needs your approval. I'm a mother, a hardworking woman, and I deserve respect." "You want respect?" I raised an eyebrow. "Earn it, then. This isn't a charity, Ana. This is business. And if you can't handle the heat, then maybe you shouldn't be in the kitchen."