Novels by Anna Wynter

Mara's hand flew to her mouth, trying to muffle her fake sobs. She rushed out of the lounge area, not because of her acting, but because she had something to do and the threat still sat upon her like a fog.Glancing left and right, she silently turned to the left corridor opposite the mansion's main kitchen and as if the shadows had been waiting for her, a hand drew her into another corner.A gasp spilled from her throat before she inhaled and used her hands to pat her hair in order to regain her composure.“I told you not to scare me like that.” She chided softly.The man in the shadow chuckled and released her before he leaned on the wall. “What games are you playing, Mara?” He asked, his voice, dark, low, and dangerous.Mara smiled, her gaze darting to her back before landing back on him. “I'm not playing any games, Ivan. I'm just supporting the winning side.”“The winning side?” He asked, leaning down until his head was at the same level with Mara's. “And who told you I'm losing?

~ DIMITRI ~He couldn't even think of where to find him apart from his office which unfortunately, he was absent from. He pondered upon going to his parents' house but he changed his mind and sat in his car, powerless and it was at that moment that he knew that he really knew nothing about the one who'd been clouding his senses for weeks. He branched the penthouse and took his phone but when he dialed his number, it kept going to voicemail. With one last sigh, he revved his engine, determined to wait for Vincent at his door till eternity and if push turns to shove, bring the door down. His fingers clenched and unclenched on the steering wheel throughout the short journey to Vincent's house. When he reached his place, he parked on the road side, took his phone and got out of his car. It was evening and he was troubled. He walked towards his door and called his number, hoping upon all hope to hear his phone ring behind the closed door but to no avail. Dimitri knocked and turned the k

~ VINCENT ~He stared at the phone in astonishment before picking it up and bringing it to his ear.“Vincent?” His father's harsh voice sounded from the other side.“Yes. I'm at work, father.” He said slowly, walking into his office and closing the door behind him. “Be here within an hour.” His father ordered and cut the call, not allowing him to talk.Vincent stared at the wall in confusion before stepping out of his office and closing the door. He acted oblivious to the looks as he reached his car and sped off towards the Reynolds’ mansion.His mind wandered miles per minute on why he'd called him with such a tone. What's happening? Was something wrong at home? Or, was something wrong with his mother. No, no. He shook his head in denial, pressing the gas as he increased his speed until he reached his parents' place.The sun was starting to set when he reached his parents' place. He stepped out of the car, scanning the vast property with his eyes. He locked his car and gave one of t

~ DIMITRI ~Dimitri glared at her in confusion, his jaw twitching before he stepped forward and collected the piece of paper form Mara. However, when his gaze landed on it, his eyes darkened.His eyes scanned the content on the paper in a hurry, his eyes turning dark each second until he finally tear his gaze away from the paper. “Who dropped this?” He asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous edge.Mara stood up on wobbly feet and shrugged casually.But Dimitri couldn't deny the fact that it was Vincent's handwriting that was on the paper which meant one thing - he'd entered his office and saw them. But what did he mean that he's no longer interested in the relationship anymore because he he never loved him and he's already planning his marriage? No. He shook his head in denial. There's something wrong somewhere and he needed to know. He dipped the paper into his pocket and hurried to his table to use the telephone.After ordering his men to get a car ready, he rushed out of his off

~ DIMITRI ~The sunlight filtered through the huge glass floor to ceiling windows, casting golden glow on the tiled floor.Some meters away was a lounge area and on the three seater chair lay Dimitri, with Mara snuggled into his chest. His black inky hair was a mess and his eyes were shut close. He was also naked from waist-down. Mara slowly woke up and sat up with a wince. Her clothes lay some meters away from the couch and she was naked. After sitting up with great effort, she parted her thighs and poked her core, eliciting another wince from her. But despite the wince, there was a small smile on her face. She shifted her gaze to Dimitri who was still asleep and her gaze became unfocused, her mind running miles per minute on how to get herself out of the situation. Then, she fanned her face and yawned, forcing out tears. She sniffed, wiping the tears that slowly gathered on her face off as she tapped Dimitri. Dimitri's eyes flung open as if he was just thrusted into his body, an

~ VINCENT ~ His boyfriend, who'd been clouding his mind sat in the lounge area of his office. It would have been better if he was just sitting but no, he sat there, eyes dazed as Mara, his secretary and personal assistant bounced on his cock. Infact, his hands were placed on her hip, controlling her pace. Vincent stepped into the room in disbelief. Was this a dream? Or a nightmare he needed to wake up from? He couldn't believe his eyes.“Dimitri.” He called but he didn't even budge. Instead, the sound of his grunts only increased. “M… mara.” He called, his fingers digging into his palm.Mara turned to him, and when her eyes landed on him, she beamed and licked her lips before sealing Dimitri's lips with hers.The room was filled with grunts and Mara's moans. Mara ignored him as if he wasn't even there and continued to bounce on his cock. Dimitri's eyes were shut close with his mouth parted, his head leaned against the chair. Vincent stood still and released his clenched fingers in

~ ANASTASIA ~“Say ‘I do’.” Claud’s voice rings in my ears and I gulp.“Do you, Anastasia Zhukov, accept Damien Vicenzo as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?”“I…” I open my mouth, my eyes landing on the devilishly handsome man clad in a black suit before me. It's hard. I wonder how he said ‘I do’ so effortlessly and I gulped again. I can't subject Isabella to the gruesome fate of wedding him in my stead.“I do.” I say.The crowd erupts into cheers and my eyes dart to Alexander who's staring at me in satisfaction. I grit my teeth, glad that the veil is still covering my face.The ring bearer brings the ring and Damien steps closer to slip the golden ring with a ruby stone into my left ring finger.My hands shake as I take the second ring from the case. I hold my breath, slipping it into his extended finger as the crowd e

~ ANASTASIA ~I watch as the little crowd floods out of the room and with a swallow, I stand up too. It's suffocating. I'm suffocating. I feel like I might die if I stay in this restaurant’s private booth for any minute longer.“Nastya.” Alexander calls and I stop, sensing his soft undertone.He stands up, motioning for me to come closer. “We need to talk.”I grit my teeth, holding myself back from an outburst, watching as Claud leads Isabella out of the room.But I sit down, too tired to cry or oppose him. He sits too, taking my hands in his.“I need to apologize for today” He says and I turn my attention to him, watching him as if he'd grown two heads.“Apologize? You mean for not telling me I was going to be a political bargaining chip?” He turns his gaze away from me and nods. I pull my hands away from his firm ones. “I'm not interested in marrying Damien, Alex.”“You don't have a say in this.” He says, his voice turning harder.I grit my teeth. “You don't get to tell me what to

~ ANASTASIA ~But I'm not even halfway towards the entrance of the restaurant when a warm hand grabs my shoulder and I try to wiggle free with my grip tightening on Isabella's wrist who's spotting the same reaction as me. “Chill, will you?”It's Claud's voice. I turn to him and he winces, probably seeing the confusion and question mark on my face.“Chill?” I ask, assessing him as if he'd grown two heads. “Do you need me to spell out the name of…” I tilt my head to his direction where he stood, leaning casually on his car with his hands in his pocket. But wait. My eyes dart around my surroundings in panic. His men. His men that are present are not even drawing their guns and he's not too. Is this some sort of prank? Like, according to the lifelong enmity between the Vincenzo and the Zhukov, they will always be at each others throats.I turn to Claud again. “What's going on.” “Just… chill.” He says, looking at anywhere but me.I bite my lips, moving beside him and some minutes later

~ ANASTASIA ~I was crying in my sleep. And when I woke up, my face was filled with dried tears and my nose was blocked.Good.Just how I wanted my weekend to start.I unplug my phone. The whole scene with Hector and Alexander better be a nightmare. But when I scroll through my call logs, I discovered it's one hell of a reality. I groan, crawling out of the bed.If this goes on, I might just end up a lonely Billionaire. But I still need to confirm from Hector. Like, who knows, the bitch might be lying or something. I enter the bathroom and stand before the mirror.Stormy gray eyes and chestnut brown hair stares back at me. And ‘a mess’ will be a fucking understatement to describe the current me. Like, my hair looks like a bird's nest and my eyes are all puffy and red as if I just walked straight out of a horror movie. I turn on the faucet, allowing the cool water to drop onto my hand before splashing some on my face. After brushing my teeth, I move back to my room and grab my phone.

~ ANASTASIA ~The first time I saw him, I was eight years old. He was the boy who'd made my life a misery, the one who'd taken pleasure in my pain. If there's anything like hate from afar, it would be me to him. But I think I should try to say that to my under-satisfied libido and clenched thighs.I shake my head, shaking the thoughts off as I rub my thighs together one last time. I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan.He's not just my neighbour.He's the enemy.My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high.And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?I s