Pobre Ana Novels & Stories

ANA I’m sitting on the floor, with my back to the wall where three other women are standing. The one with the blank stare whispered something in a language I’ve never heard, but it sounded like a final prayer with her head looking upward. God. It’s me. Ana again, Your least favorite child, seeing as you keep letting all the bad things happen to me over and over again. If you’re listening, I’d really appreciate a break right about now. I lift a hand and brush my fingers lightly over the bruises that feel swollen on my face.

Anna still preferred Clinton over all the other guys. -Sure, that’s sounds fun after a not-so-fun day- Anna texts him. - :( what happened to make my Mary’s day not so fun- Anna had forgotten that he knew her as Mary and not Anna. -I was robbed of seventy dollars the day before that I was planning to use on an art project so that sucks. Harare is becoming more dangerous by the year- - :( that’s terrible. I can’t have my portrait delayed because some stupid thieves attacked my dear girl-

"The funeral of my pride." "You chose to take responsibility. Now you have to go through with it with your head held high." "I know, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't feel ashamed." Adrian didn't answer. He just looked at his friend with an unreadable expression. "Rena is ready. Ana did her makeup." Hearing Ana's name, Sebastian was slightly surprised. "Ana is here?" "She offered to help. Leon said Ana wanted to help. She said she knows what it's like to be a woman who feels worthless. You know, Ana used to be very fat too."

Start from scratch. I turned my back and sat down; I could feel his eyes on me. —And what do you gain from all this? Being able to observe her, study her, see how she fights against everything in her being to not feel anything for the people who supposedly ruined her life, and see her fail. Anaís has the most fascinating mind I have ever analyzed; how can a single mind be the home of two such different personalities? How could she forget years of abuse and create a world where everything was perfect in her home?

Begging for scraps. A memory flashed—the lash of a whip across my back, the laughter of the servants, the voice of someone saying, "You deserve it, bastard child." I squeezed my eyes shut to push it back down. “You don’t have to be afraid,” I said softly. “I’ll help you.” Ana shook her head quickly. “Please don’t. The rich don't help without wanting something return." I was amazed by her choice of words. "Trust me, I don't want anything from you." I said calmly, stretching out my hands. But still, Ana shook her hand. Dora wanted to take my hand but Ana slapped her hand away.

She smiled as she watched the other townspeople. “No matter how hard their lives are, they can still smile. Meanwhile, some who are well-off are not happy and are never content with what they have,” Ana said sadly as she watched the happy workers eating the food she bought. Alexis, who was also watching the workers, agreed. “That’s how it is here, lady. You have to be able to handle everything. Because if you can’t, you won’t have anything to eat.” Ana did not say anything, but she felt sad about the people’s situation and did not know what she was feeling. Revenge was on her mind, but she did not realize that there were more people with bigger problems than hers.

"She kept working her way up until she eventually made it to the executive level at the bank where she'd started as a janitor. She did all of that with only a high school education." Ana stops staring at the river and finally looks at me for the first time since she began speaking. "So yeah. That's why I want to be like my mom." "She sounds amazing." "She was," Ana says, and turns her gaze away from me. I study Ana. So that explains her olive skin, dark hair, and delirious words in Spanish. She's half-Latina. Ana's face begins to take on the sad look I'd managed to stave off by asking her about her mom.

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

But the weight of everything crushed her. She was alone. Completely, utterly alone. Without another word, Lena turned and walked away, leaving Ana standing there, broken and shivering. The cold night air bit at Ana’s skin as she stood outside the house she had once called home. A small, tattered suitcase sat at her feet. Her entire life had been reduced to this, a few clothes, some money she had scraped together, and nothing else. She pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders, trying to ignore the stinging in her eyes.

The loan sharks who used to beat and threaten him are now bowing and nodding deferentially. "Sir, I guess we don't need to show up at your house anymore, right?" Kurt Saunders rubs his temples and replies, "Yup. Anna gave up her entire future for me. She even turned down an opportunity to study at Hefford just to help me pay off my debts." Before he even finishes, his childhood friend lets out a giggle. "Kurt, that's still not enough. You'll only know if she really doesn't mind being poor if she sticks around through a year of flipping burgers without any complaints."