Novel & Cerita Yor X Anya

Hana held his hand. The waves crashed. The stars began to appear. --- Maya and Priya's daughter, Anya, graduated from university. Social work, like her mother. She was going to work with foster youth, to be the person she'd needed when she was young. She came to the house for a weekend, walking through the garden, touching the stones. "I want to bring my kids here someday," she said. "Not yet?" "Not yet. But someday." "The garden will be waiting." ---

I noticed Anya looked extremely bored as Jude sat down once again after handing out the whiskey. “Anya, what is it that you do, if you don’t mind me asking?” She perked up, thrilled to actually be acknowledged. “I teach yoga. That’s how I met Jude, he came to my class.” “You do yoga?” I laughed. “What can I say? I’m flexible.” Jude winked. “Have you tried goat yoga?” I asked Anya. She nodded furiously. “It’s my favorite kind! It’s so fun!” “I’ve always wanted to try it.”

I just hope he still loves my cookings like he did five years ago. Anya followed me silently as I turned off the gas and started setting the table and the food. She was too silent I know there's something on her mind. "What is it, Anya?" I asked softly at last, turning towards her to give her my full attention. She bit her lips tentatively and her cheeks heated. "Do you think it'll be weird if I asked Tanner about Xazix?" She whispered. "Weird!? No, of course not!" I reassured her firmly. I know more than anybody that Anya has a huge crush on Xazix. After five years, the crush is still there. Should I call it love?

Niya explained with something that was meant to be a nonchalant yawn. “Oh. That’s alright,” I said, “I just hope you don’t forget us with your new girlfriend.” “Hey! There is no girl, don’t mind Niya,” Anas screamed in his defense. This made all of us laugh and reduced the tension. “I see you’ve noticed our baby brother’s transformation. You’ve done well, Anas, you have even outdone your teacher,” Ahmed said after some time. “Quit whining, just say you want her to notice you too,” Niya retorted.

The tiny woman stood up and went toe to toe with one of the scariest guys Claudia's imagination could conjure. "Dude, what exactly is your problem?" Anya snapped, crossing her arms in front of her. She looked like a miniature combatant in her black studded jeans, camo tank top and signature heavy boots, blue-tipped hair brushing against her shoulder blades. "Why don't you go give cold lessons to an iceberg for a few hours? I don't even begin to understand why Ash might consider you a friend. Why don't you back off, we're talking here."

Anya was the daughter of one of the Sanguis Pack’s most revered Elders, Monica Blackthorn, and if that didn’t say anything about how well-liked and popular she was then I didn’t really know what did. She was stunning in a fresh scrubbed, athletic All-American sort of way, and even though we were around the same age I couldn’t for the life of me remember if we’d ever had a single conversation—though my impression of her had always been that she was cool. “You might want to drop those,” Anya commented, pointing at my claws and I relaxed, drawing them back slowly as I got out of my fighting stance. I had thrown my water bottle down in the heat of the moment, and now the taller girl bent over to

Just one trip down the memory lane and what had seemed like a good day was starting to look like a bad one. By the time I got home, not only was Roxy growling in my head for something more than a run, I was already hungry again from my wolf using up every bit of milkshake and cookies that I had eaten at the cafe with Zora. I was surprised to realise that Anya wasn’t home, she was home almost all the time. But then, I guess it was relatively normal that she had something to do today. As the rich heiress that she was, Anya had picked up a role in some small startup that she was building with some teammates and friends.

I am not welcoming this feeling of trying to eat me and suppress my whole being! "Auntie, dad, this is Anya. She's a schoolmate from the College of Nursing." I introduced a trophy to everybody at home one day. I must admit. Anya is yes, pretty. Vulnerable and lovely. Lady-like, modest. A kind of girl every man would be serious about pursuing. “Sis Irryn, are you okay? You’re not eating your food, not even a bit," Rhian asked Irryn when we were finally at the dining taking our dinner while Anya joins us.

"I mean it. I would never do that to you if I was in my right mind. But, Hazel... there's something you need to know about...Anya" Hazel stiffened. She was definitely not a fan of the tortured look in Yuka's eyes in this moment. "What is it?" She dared to ask, her gaze locked with his tired ones. "Anya is.....my fiancee"

Anya gasped in shock before apologizing that I had not been asked or informed. “It’s just like them to do something like this.” Anya sighed before closing her eyes a look of pain washing over her. “Ever since our father died…” She stopped herself from continuing, glancing at us before quickly getting up. “No matter, I shouldn’t burden you with such sad stories. Thank you for keeping me company today, I hope to see you all around soon!” I stared at Anya as she waved and left, strange that she seemed so sweet, innocent in a sense and yet. Had she actually slept with Xander?