Romans & histoires Innocent Anya

Nate pressed the sole of his boot against his bruised face, making him scream in response. "And for that, you're going to die," Nate announced, grinding the heel into his face. He was the same officer who kept fooling Sera for years. This bastard was a fraud who had no idea about Dyson's whereabouts and was leading her in circles. Seeing her alone and helpless, he ripped her off and played with her desperation. She wasn't his only victim, but she was going to be the cause of his end. The corrupt fool didn't know who he was playing with.

“Not as much! Like...you seriously sound so bitter. Like, mean-girls bitter.” Georgia starts to stutter, almost saying all the vowels. “Hey, you know what? It doesn’t matter. Can you let Anya in before she gets recognized?” We both look at Anya. I can feel Georgia looking at me but I did not look back. All I see at the moment is Anya Moore and that cute smile of hers. >< <> <> ><

I forced myself to block out her cries, even though her voice cut through me like a knife. My focus stayed on Evans, the pathetic man trembling at my feet. He wasn’t worth the bullet. Hurting him would only make me look weak, like I had something to prove. I was still deciding what to do when I heard a loud commotion behind me. I turned and saw Anya. She had broken free and was struggling with the men trying to hold her back. She was wild, her hair messy, her cheeks flushed with panic. I stared at her, stunned. She was small compared to my men, but she fought with everything she had, pushing and pulling, desperate to reach me.

Her brothers walked out and shut the door behind them, leaving her in her cold room, with her damp tears collapsing in on themselves and her loud sobs that she kept to herself. 🌹 The tailors measured dutifully, whispering to themselves. They’d secretly give her pitying looks as if knowing the fate before her, but she caught those looks. If they thought they were sly, then she was James Bond. But it wasn't just them, though, all the maids, the guards, so-called henchmen, they all gave her those pitying looks. “Anaya,” She jerked furiously and accidentally knocked the tailor down,

Viola assured her. Anya knew Viola was right. Anya did beat fate, when she boarded that plane three years ago. Now everyone around her, knew her as Ann, a cute Indian girl orphaned, at a very young age. Nobody knew that she had a family that was still alive. Nobody knew that she was married once. She chose not to tell them, except for a few and Viola was one among the few who knew about her past. ____♡♡♥♥♡♡____

"Listen, I don't know who you are, but I saw Cáel get the shit beat out of him, I saw a person killed and I've been shot at with automatic weapons. I've had a bad day. Are we clear! My name is Anya, I am Bulgarian. I'm studying Mechanical Engineering at the Czech Technical University in Prague," she informed Anais. "We are in Mindszent, Hungary. No, I will not give you my last name...why? Because people are trying to KILL ME! Didn't I make that clear earlier?" Anya gave me the phone back. "Cáel, what have you gotten that poor girl into?" Anais blasted me. "Well...you remember one of those curses you laid on me - the one where you hoped I was trapped in a women's insane asylum and forgotten a

“You seem to remember everything.” “Of course I do,” she said softly. “Moments with you matter to me.” There was affection in her voice. For a brief second, guilt moved through me. I tightened my grip on the glass. At once, Anya’s face flashed in my mind. Her pale face. Her trembling lips. The way she had said, I am innocent, Leon. Please believe me. Then I thought of Alpha Jacob of the Fireblood pack taking her away under the pretense of investigation.

Anya took a step closer to me, her expensive shoes stopping right in front of where I was slumped on the floor. “You think you’re so tough, Nathaniel?” she said, her voice dropping into a dangerous, quiet whisper. “You think acting unbothered makes you look strong? You’re a coward. You sold him out to Reina, took the money, and thought you could just fly away to Bridgeford like nothing happened.” I scoffed, spitting out another mouthful of blood onto the concrete.

“Well, well. If it’s not my whore of a sister and her useless friend.” I froze in place. Frida turned around. Anya leaned on the gold railing, looking down with a smile. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I moved quickly to Frida’s side, ignoring the throb in my foot. “Can we just leave? We’re going to be late. Please.” Frida’s face showed she wanted to stay but my eyes kept begging. “Alright.” Anya spoke again. “Just as I expected. You’re a coward. I don’t know why Nina keeps you as a friend. You’re a mad dog stuck with rabies and ought to be locked up. Questioning my presence in my house is freaking insane.”