×Third Person's pov×Griffin's uncle, much to Anastasia's dismay, gave her no further explanation to the Bombshell he had dropped. Instead he began to laugh, laugh hysterically like there was something funny. His shoulders rolled, his back arched and her eyebrows met.Her body was suddenly let free, and she felt dizzy and unsteady on her feet. But before she could ask anymore questions, he charged after her. Foot barreling through the floor. Anastasia's heart pounded in her chest as she faced off against the man who had caused her so much pain, her mate's sinister uncle. The memories of her parents' murder flooded her mind, giving her strength and determination to protect herself and those she loved.With every fiber of her being, Anastasia fought back, her body moving with a grace and power she never knew she possessed. Her movements were fueled by a fierce mix of anger, vengeance, and a desperate need to survive. The air crackled with the intensity of their clash as their weapons
×Anastasia×Rain pours heavily on the hood of the Mercedes AMG. The soft tapping of it should ease my mind, but it doesn’t. Nothing relaxes me anymore. I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be at peace. “Take me to the bedroom, life is all I’m asking for.” The lyrics to that song said love not life, but who am I to correct my aunt. She has a big smile splitting her cheeks, and a happy tune playing through the radio of the car. Her brown hair bobs with her head, and her manicured fingers work the steering wheel with precision. How can she be so happy? Her sister was murdered two weeks ago…. That’s right. That’s why I’m here. I’ve been in intensive care for the past two weeks as witch doctors tried to heal the wounds on my body. I was cleared for travel yesterday, and my aunt insisted we return back to the mansion. They said I was Lucky. I don’t agree with them. I’m not lucky. Oh. You don’t know me yet, how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Anastasia, last name Gast
×Anastasia×Breakfast isn’t an option for me, I hate to eat in the morning and since Alexis said those things to me last night, I’ve been more than eager to get to school. There has to be a logical explanation for why people don’t like me…and I want to know. Maybe she’s wrong, and they do like me. I get why my family was hated but I never received hate, not once. I wasn’t liked, but I was never hated. I didn’t do anything to people so they did what I did and kept a good distance. Hate…. Maybe you joined your family in terrorizing people? I don’t think so Cecil. I would never do that. I never understood what happiness they gained from causing other people misery. It definitely isn’t a thing for me. I woke up at the early hours of four to five. School starts by eight. I remember memorizing this little detail and the excitement that thrummed through me. I wonder what it was like, the first day of high school. I’ll be getting the same experience, but it’s the first day of my senior ye
×Griffin×I knew the day she was returning to Grimsborrow a week before it was even confirmed. My wolf had imprinted on her, so I know more than I need too. He craves her presence, her scent, an obsession I call it. Everything about Anastasia Gastillo is the light of his day. And unfortunately, mine too. I hate her. Believe me, I hate everything about that bitchy self centered shrewd. Dell growled, ‘don’t talk about our mate that way.’ See what I mean? I hate her, I have since she crumbled. But Dell, the second he took in her scent in third grade, he had left his imprint. You’re confused aren’t you? Let me explain it further. I’m half demon. My mother was an beta, a powerful one, she was sick when she had me. My father happens to be the alpha of the Grimsborrow pack. Talon is his name. Shit, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Griffin Masters, the alpha’s son. Delinquent and bad boy. I’m the guy your mother warns you to stay way from and she has every right too. I’ve been to juvie six t
×Anastasia×Many things can go wrong in one day. I wasn't aware of this until today. When I woke up, I knew something was wrong. From the wooziness that covered my skull, to Alexis leaving before it was even broad daylight to avoid having to drive me to school. That said everything that needed to be poured out between us. She's afraid of me. Or she wants to throw milk in my face, which I am very allergic too. I could have met an early death yesterday thanks to those girls. And I'll never understand what I did wrong to them. The pictures, selfies, all showed us having fun and being bff's. But they treated me like I was a foot mat, waiting to gather the dusty remains of my owner's shoes. Then on my long walk to the school, I received the strangest phone call."Miss Gastillo." I recognized the voice, sheriff what's his face.... hmm I swear I know his name. "Um, yes sir." There, he won't know I've forgotten his name."It's sheriff Douglas. I don't have much time, we're backed up on alot
×Griffin×Grimsborrow Delinquents group chat. Maxy: Party at Loretta’s tomorrow evening at eight till sunrise. Bring a date. Luciana: Why do we need a date? Maxy: Because we’re not showing up together, it’s going to be a hot night. You wanna have someone to smash mouths with Luciana: Gross, I would rather eat a bull’s testicle Me: that is disgusting @Lucianathewildcard. I think I’ll pass on the party. My dad is trying to minimize my time outside Maxy to Me: So you’ll be sneaking out by nine after he’s gone to bed, right? I laugh, jolting when the roof door shoves open. I grunt my discomfort when Anastasia, smelling so sweet and dressed in a sexy pair of jeans, thigh high boots and white shirt with thin arms. She must have a connection to my dick, fuck. Her jacket dances off her elbows like it going to fall but it doesn’t. ‘Who the fuck is that?!’ Dell growls, and I instantly look behind her seeing the janitor bristling through the door. Anastasia trips, and tries to stand up
×Anastasia×Dressing up for a party, would have been so much fun, if it was three years ago and my parents still had their limbs and hearts working. But now, it sucks. I avoided going to school today, I'm failing classes, obviously, I can see that. The teachers hate me, the gym teacher was going to make my life hell if I showed my face..So I had no choice but to stay in my room, eating ice cream and crying.My phone at buzzed at five fifteen pm, somehow Griffin had gotten my number. Or he already had it. I don't know.Fuck, I hate not knowing anything. It is horrible. I can't do anything, the people of the pack ignore me. I can't go to school, I've wrong every single person. I didn't think it was possible to do that. Who has the ability to upset every person in a high school? A psycho janitor included. If it wasn't for Dell I'd have joined my parents today. I hate everything. And I hate myself the most.So here I am, trying to look presentable for a party I'm sure is going to suck.
×Anastasia×I haven't been to a party since my middle school graduation. Griffin had cleaned my tears, and nearly lost his jaw when he made a comment and I corrected him."Just wash your tears off with the fountain water. Sure it'll ruin your make-up but meh."Shaking my head, I bent over to splash my face with water. "I'm not wearing makeup." I told him after I was done. Taking the napkin from his hand, and wiping my face with it. I found his mouth open when I looked at him. "How the fuck are you still beautiful then?!"My cheeks heat up. That's a good compliment if I've ever heard one. He helped me put on the helmet when once he collected himself. And slid my onto the back of the bike. Giving me strict instructions to hold on to his stomach. He drove to the location of the party in under five minutes. He went really fast, breaking every speed law imaginable. My heart had been close to bursting through my ribs. Now the issue with parties, are the cliques. Everyone has a clique the