Novels by Anna Wynter

~ VINCENT ~“We will wait for you here.” Vincent raised an eyebrow, his gaze scanning the trio who looked like they were about to go out.“But you have somewhere to be… like, you are dressed like you do.” Basically, Vincent had just come back from his little outing when he bumped into his neighbours who were dressed like they were on their way out.“Don't worry about us.” Jenna said, waving her hand as if swatting a fly. “As long as you still wanna hang out, we will cancel all our plans, right Alex?” She asked, hitting him softly with her shoulders.“Of course.” He said with a smile, his eyes fixed on Vincent.Vincent sighed before unlocking his door and stepping in. He halted, not knowing what to do, before he cleared his throat.“Please come in.” He whispered, ushering the trio into his new home.“You have a cool place dude.” Remi praised. Vincent bit the insides of his cheeks in nervousness as he stepped further into his haven. He pointed to the couch, signalling for them to set

~ MARA ~Mara couldn't help but think of this as a sort of crude joke.A sack letter?Who does that?She closed her eyes at Dimitri's unjustness and leaned her back against the walls of the elevator. When the elevator dinged, she stood straight and dusted invisible dirts on her short black gown.With head held high, she stepped into Dimitri's floor. His guards were already waiting at the front of his door. Mara wore a smile as she approached them.“Hiiiiiiiiii.” She greeted, moving towards Dimitri's door, the smile still on her face.Two of the guards stood in front of the door, blocking her way.She raised an eyebrow. “What's happening?”“Boss said not to allow anyone entry.”“Boss said not to allow you entry.” They said in unison.The arch in Mara's brows deepened as she wondered which of the two statements she wants to believe. Knowing Dimitri, she decided to believe the latter.She bit her lips in embarrassment as her grip on her small bag tightened. “I…” She swallowed.“I need j

~ VINCENT ~No one said healing was going to be a walk in the park. Perhaps, Vincent thought running away from his problems would make him heal or forget about them. But he'd been ignorant of the fact that, untreated wounds rot and decay. Moreover, the thing about problems is that they adapt. A location, a different problem, same person. It's like thinking that becoming more richer or powerful will solve ones problem not knowing the problems will get cunnier.Vincent's hand halted on the door knob as he tried to strain his ears to catch the voices on the other side of his door.“Are you sure we should do this?” A voice whispered.Vincent groaned as he recognised the voice, his grip on his bag tightening.“Just knock, he won't bite.” Jenna ordered.However, before any any fist could knock on the door, Vincent pulled the door open, coming face to face with his shocked neighbours.Remi’s mouth was parted in shock. Jenna held a candy halfway into her mouth. Then, she shook her head, rega

~ DIMITRI ~Dimitri sat on a comfortable couch, his eyes fixed on nothing. To others, he's staring at the pristine white wall opposite him, but he's actually staring at nothing. The smell of antiseptic clung to the air like it's a lifeline. Opposite him, Ivan leaned on the wall, his eyes closed with a crease on his forehead. Dimitri's father paced the white vast empty hallways with his hands in his pocket, his jaw clenched too tight. It's the first time he will ever lose his composure. On the other hand, Dimitri's stepmother spared Dimitri deathly side glances on regular intervals. There's a loud beep from the door opposite Dimitri. The entire private hospital suite has been booked and labelled off limits to outsiders that are not part of the Santini family. Some minutes later, an old man in a white coat stepped out of the door opposite Dimitri. The sound of the door shutting closed finally broke Dimitri out of his little reverie and he shifted his gaze to the doctor.The doctor, w

~ VINCENT ~It seemed Mr Ricci forgot to mention the ‘free circus entertainment’ perk that came with the apartment. Just when Vincent thought his day couldn't get any weirder, the plane couple showed up with their oddly dressed friend in tow. Vincent groaned as he fixed his gaze on the approaching trio. The guy from the plane spotted him first and he cleared his throat alerting his partner — the lady from the plane — who has a chip halfway into her opened mouth with her eyes fixed on her other friend who walked beside her while showing her something on his phone. She lifted her gaze to her friend, brows raised. His eyes moved to Vincent's direction animatedly. The lady glared at her friend in irritation but when her gaze moved to where he's standing, her eyes widened like saucers and she hurriedly tapped her friend who still has his eyes fixed on his phone.“That's the asshole.” She whispered between mouthfuls, not bothering to keep her voice low. “Shhhhhh Jenna, he can hear you!”

~ DIMITRI ~Few hours later and the mansion's hall was already decorated to fit the theme and mood Grandpa Santini wanted. The maids hurried in and out of the mansion's hall with baskets of decorative items while some pushed in a stroller with a big white cake. The air was filled with the smell of food and low chatters. On the second floor, in a room down the hall stood Dimitri, clad in a black suit, standing before a mirror. He stared back at his reflection with an emotionless face. His hair had been slicked back with gel making his angular and sharp features more prominent. Soon enough, there was a knock on the door and he didn't turn to check since he already knew who'd knocked on the door just by the way they knocked. The door opened and Ivan entered, wearing a black pants with his sleeves rolled up to his arms.He walked towards Dimitri, his jacket dangling on his arm. “If I'd known you would be a married man today, I would have arranged a bachelor's party yesterday.” He said,

~ ANASTASIA ~I step deeper into the large household, mentally rolling my eyes as an old man in white and black butler outfit after speaking with Damien walks towards me.“Good evening, Mrs Vicen–”“Ms. Zhukov.” I correct.He frowns in puzzlement.“I'm keeping my maiden name.” I say, the words sounding like a lie even to my own ears.He nods stiffly. “Very good ma'am. Shall I excort you to the–”“Oh no, thanks a bunch, but I can manage.” I wonder what that bastard was thinking. Does he think I need a babysitter or something? I watch as he stands stiffly before me. He spares Damien's retreating back a glance and turns back to me.“Allow me to–”“Where's the way to the bathroom?” I ask, cutting him off. He nods in satisfaction and points to his left. “That way, then turn left and walk downwards, you will see the sign on the door.” I nod, forcing a smile. At least, he won't follow me to the bathroom. I spare him one last glance before making my way to the direction he'd given, my head

~ ANASTASIA ~The past two days have been monotonous at best. And it consist of me avoiding Damien like the plague which is a hard thing to do because of the open settings of the fucking penthouse.Just like I'd expected, we are under something I've decided to call a house arrest because Damien said we must make them believe we are on our honeymoon and it should last for at least three to four days. This is not what I envisioned for my wedding and its honeymoon for real. Or, at least what I planned with Isabella when we were watching Cinderella. But as I grew up, I knew mine won't be normal and it will be just a childhood dream. Afterall, what's normal? I've only heard about it and I've never lived it. Other kids are not forced to learn how to use a gun at seven or forced to move undercover or under tight security.I let out a bitter chuckle as I grabbed the shot and down it in a go before grabbing the bottle to pour another one. Right now, I'm sitting in the bar area of the penthous

~ ANASTASIA ~I think I'm going insane. Or. I've already gone insane. Jesus Christ, what have I done. I close my eyes tightly, feeling the mild tingles between my thighs. I've never been this embarrassed in my life, jeez.I slowly peel my eyes open, and I shut them again when I catch him sitting beside the bed in my peripheral vision. Jesusfuckingchrist. ‘Don’t you dare act like a hussy!’ Inhaling, I gather what's left of my pride and sit up, rubbing the remnants of fake sleep away from my face with a yawn. I spare him a glance which soon turns to a glare when I spot the amused look on his face.“What time is it?” I ask, the question coming out harsher than I'd intended.He places his palm under his chin. “An hour and fifteen minutes after you blackout from cumming around my fingers.” I feel heat pooling between my thighs as my face grows hot from embarrassment. Then, I clear my throat and throw away the duvet, hurriedly climbing out of the bed.Wrong move.Blood rushes to my head

~ DAMIEN ~ I have always thrived on control. Seeing people at my mercy, knowing that I have the power to mould them or break them, that I have the pen and eraser to seal their fate. Most call me monster, some devil, some even call me bastard. Well, I'm all. You may be thinking that my experience made me like this. Maybe I'd gone through some shitty moments in life, perhaps from an abusive father or an abusive mother. Newsflash? No, I didn't have any of that. My ruthlessness didn't stem from my childhood, and I wasn't like a diamond that was forged under pressure. Instead, I've always been like this. Thriving on control, brutality, beauty in blood, love for the sound of gunshot, wanting to watch the world burn. Everything. I was born this way. It was like that placenta that followed me to the world but was cooked for me to eat instead of being buried with the demons of the world. It was like my flesh that expanded as I continue to grow and now, it continues to impact those aro

~ ANASTASIA ~I'm choosing to be reckless. I know I will probably regret this when I'm down from the high but I couldn't care less, not when my body melts against Damien's and I whimper when his tongue delves deeper into my mouth.‘This isn't right’ My brain whispers, but I push the voice back, deciding to turn a blind eye to it for now. This is Damien, my fucking high school crush who crushed me. But we are married. A contract marriage for that matter. Maybe we are just making things easier by…“Ohhhh…” I let out a long throaty moan when he cups my face and grips my hip possessively while his mouth descends to my neck, his tongue licking my throat from base to top.I let my hands roam over his bare chest which doesn't have even a spec of ink on it. And sweet Jesus, his body. Ohh, his body. I've gawked at him from afar, even lusted after it, back when he was my enemy of a neighbour without curtains and when he was the central midfielder in the school's football team when I'd joined th

~ ANASTASIA ~ The warm glow of the floor lamps and the soft hums of the air conditioning welcomes me as I step foot into Damien's penthouse — my apartment if not for his freaking involvement. But my brain wasn't focused on the plush white couches and sofas. Instead, my mind still reels from the kiss. The first kiss at the altar was vicious and fierce. It was as if he was trying to pass a point across to me. Claiming me. Punishing me. Making his stance known. And yes, it made my brain mushy and my pulse run hot. But it's the second kiss that ignites my blood and has my toes curling in my shoe even if I don't want to admit it. It was playful and something I think looks like regret lingers in my heart. I should have— “Ahhh…” I gasp in surprise when my head suddenly meets a hard coarse surface. I step back, seeing it's Damien who'd suddenly stop. “What the fuck are you thinking?” “I should be asking you that.” He scowls. I hiss, gathering my veil into my hand before rumpling