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Saving Anastasia
Last Updated : 2026-02-27
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There's something about the sensation of not knowing where you are, about not seeing the color of things as they occur, but as they truly are. Something about the mystery, the silence, and the cold appeals to me. There's something unspoken about the dark that I can never put into words. Something both terrifying and absolutely gorgeous Secret Agents of havvard (S.A.H) is a hidden government agency that keeps the world safe from powerful and unseen threats everywhere. --------Anastasia Amorist Grey, the 25-year-old daughter of Alfredo Santiago Grey. The Leader of the Alpha Team, known as "Uno" She's heartless, brutal, and cold. But under the cold exterior is a girl who has suffered far too many heartbreaks and losses. Trained to be a great agent who defends, punishes, and brings peace to the world. But what if her final mission with her friends is to annihilate her own father's wickedness? Will someone finally break down the walls of her cold heart, or will she have to face her demons alone? Miller, Zacharyx The 27-year-old man known as "Tres" is a undercover police officer who will meet Anastasia along the way in her tumultuous life. Many people fear him, and he has a dark past that haunts him every night. Will two broken souls fit together perfectly, or will they destroy each other beyond repair? With the mission lurking around the corner will Zacharyx and Anastasia be able to survive the mission? Will Zacharyx be able to save Anastasia?
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Saving Anastasia Chapter 6
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 6 •The backup agents had already slipped through the open door when they reached us. Two of them took Miguel gently by the arms and lifted him toward the corridor. I rose to my feet and met his eyes; for a heartbeat the lab fell away and it was just the two of us. I gave him a small, steadying nod and an assuring smile.Miguel returned the smile, then surprised me by wriggling free of the agent’s grip and running into my arms. He hugged my waist with the fierce, unselfconscious relief of a child who had been lost and then found. I kept my face composed, though my chest tightened. I ruffled his hair with a fingertip; he looked up at me, earnest and exhausted. “Thank you,” he said, voice thin but sincere, before letting go and falling back into the agent’s hand.Agent Quatro entered then, his grin broad and unapologetic. “That was a good job for us!” he crowed. I rolled my eyes. “Where are Agents Dos and Singko?” I asked.They came in together, uniforms streaked with grim
Last Updated : 2026-02-27Saving Anastasia Chapter 5
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 5 •The warehouse air was thick with dust and tension. My boots echoed against the concrete as I strode quickly into the front area, katana strapped tight against my back.“Uno, there are two approaching at the front,” Quatro’s voice cut through the static of the comms.I adjusted the grip on my weapon, but before steel could sing, the shadows moved. Two men emerged, their eyes locked on me, their movements coordinated like predators circling prey.They didn’t waste time. The first lunged, fists flying in a flurry of strikes. I blocked, parried, countered—my arms moving with trained precision. But the second man was already behind me, his elbow driving toward my ribs. The impact forced me to stumble, the taste of iron sharp in my mouth.They pressed together, a relentless rhythm of fists, knees, and kicks. I fought back, each strike calculated, each dodge razor-thin. Yet their teamwork was suffocating, their rhythm designed to overwhelm.One man’s blade flashed in the d
Last Updated : 2026-02-27Saving Anastasia Chapter 4
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 4 •My uncle’s office was dim, the only light spilling from the lamp that cast long shadows across the maps and dossiers scattered on his desk. His presence was commanding, the kind that silenced even the restless air.“Alpha Team,” he began, his voice carrying the weight of iron. “We’ve intercepted intel. Children are being abducted. The syndicate is harvesting their organs for the black market.”The words struck like a blade. My chest tightened. I felt Sabina stiffen beside me, her usual grin gone, replaced by a grim line. Quatro’s fists clenched, and Khalil’s eyes flickered with unease.We always had missions—most of them life and death. But when the mission was about children, something in us shifted. We became different. Sharper. Colder. Because innocence stolen was a crime that burned deeper than any battlefield wound.My uncle’s gaze swept across us, sharp and unyielding. “I know you are all still training and just starting out again. But I need your team on this
Last Updated : 2022-04-27Saving Anastasia Chapter 3
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 3 •"You look absolutely terrible today," Sabina teased, a sly grin tugging at the corner of her lips as I turned my head to the right. Her eyes sparkled like mischief itself.I rolled mine in return and raised an eyebrow. "Thanks," I muttered dryly.Truth was, I hadn't slept in days. My thoughts had been clawing through the shadows of my grandfather’s murder case, even as my muscles screamed from constant training. Sleep had become a distant ghost—just out of reach, I barely remembered.“Uno, you should rest,” she said gently, her voice a contrast to her earlier jab. “Sleep, even just for a while.”“I’m fine,” I replied, though the lie tasted like rust on my tongue.I shifted my gaze toward the field, where Quatro, Singko, and Sais were already sprinting. Their feet pounded the dirt like war drums. They moved as one, shadows split from the same flame. We had all been preparing for this—the return of the missions. And now that we were officially back in the line of fire,
Last Updated : 2022-04-20Saving Anastasia Chapter 2
I pulled my Aventador Lp 780-4 Ultimae to a stop in front of the N.S.A headquarters. The engine whispered to a hush, but my thoughts roared louder than ever. It had been years since I'd stood on this sacred, storm-touched ground—this place that shaped me and scarred me.The main building loomed like
Saving Anastasia Chapter 1
Looking back at my happiest memories feels like running fingers over old scars—some smooth and faded, others still raw. I once believed memories were like stars: distant, beautiful, untouchable. But I was wrong. Memories are bullets. Some just whistle past, leaving only echoes of fear. Others pierce
Saving Anastasia Prologue
"Grandpa, why can’t I play with them?"My voice was small, almost afraid of the answer. I stood at the edge of the training field, watching the kids chase each other like butterflies in the wind. Their laughter floated in the air like songbird so free and light. I wanted to join them. I wanted to fe
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