*After many requests, the Sequel of the Romanov Princess is finally out! It's under the title, 'Anastasia Romanov' and now you can go and add the book to your library ! Yay!*
**If you like fantasy stories and not to mention gxg, you can check out my new fantasy book, "Daughter of the Naga".
Caution: that story might cause you joy.Here are some fun facts about The Romanov Princess:
-The original title of this story is My Vampire Mistress.
- The short name for Anastasia in Russian would be "Nastya" or "Nastas" not Ana. And did you know the short-name for Alexandra isn't "Alex", but in Russia we would call her, "Sasha". LOL.
- The two sisters only appeared as fictional characters at first, but one of my great readers suggested I make the story more historical, and that's when I realized how coincident it was that the characters really matched the real Grand Duchesses of Russia.
- I had no idea I was going to start this story. I was just bored at that time and decided to write some pervy stuff for fun.
- Sometime it felt like I wasn't the one who wrote this story, but the story wrote itself or that it was already existed, and I just had to report what happened to you. I never planned the story before I wrote, so most of the time I never knew what was going on next until I sat down and put my hands on the keyboards. That's when the demon in me took over. And after I finished, I was like, "Oh shit, what did I just write?"
- My inspirations to write the SCENES, (you know what scenes) were drawn from pictures, I'm quite a visual person btw. (Also when I first found the picture for this book cover, an idea to write about a girl with a miserable life in an apocalypse just popped into my mind) But for emotional chapters like the most recent ones were inspired by quotes and peoms. Thank to my background in poetry.
-I still have a hard time accepting the fact that I wrote those hot scenes. I mean, oh my god! And I just go about my life as if I'm an innocent???
- Actually Anastasia was my first choice for Averi, but then well...you know how you guys could scream at me for eternity if she doesn't get together with Alex, so yeah...that's how it ends. But I love Alex too. She made me desperate for a girlfriend like her.
- Nicole wasn't supposed to get a big and complex role like she did, but one of you wanted to read from her POV, and when I agreed to write from her POV, the girl kept getting stronger and she just took the villain role so perfectly.
- Nicole also has my last name, so she's literally my child. LOL
- Ana, Alex and Rasputin are inspired by real people from the Russian history, but Victor, Nicole and Averi are fictional.
-The reason why I don't put cast is that I want people to imagine whoever they desire and not to limit their imagination by pictures of actors or actresses.
-I guess the story is half-historical and half-fictional based on the characters that got mixed together, thank to scintillator for being the spark of it all. Without her supportive guidance and excellent inputs, this story wouldn't have gone this far.
- This story is taken place in a post vampire-apocalypse. I used some real setting in Russia, but the mansion where they met would be somewhere in America. And the place that Averi and Alex stay at the end of the story is more like an island in Portugal though I didn't mention. Lol...yeah...thank to my Portuguese reader Joana for influencing my imagination.
- I would like to say thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading my story until the end, for putting up with the grammar errors and annoying typos. I know I'm not perfect, I'm just a girl, who barely speaks correct English, but you guys make me feel so special with your comments. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to tell a story.
With love,
Svetlana
The apocalypse did happen. But it wasn't the end of the world. It was the start of a tyrant world ruled by a superior race—the bloodsucking kind. I had been running away from this nightmare-come-true for four years. Our family hid underground from the global chaos that went around the continents. The global domination was led by the newcomers. In fact, the newcomers were not new but rather ancient. We remembered learning in school that Homo sapiens were not the only species to walk the earth, and we were right. There were the Other Ones living among us. Almost every culture has a mention of these beings. Since the ancient Mesopotamia, Greece, China, and India, t
Ifound myself sitting in a black SUV the next day. There were two men in black suits sitting at the front. They wore sunglasses and had com units in their ears. Several other black cars drove ahead of us. After a while, I saw a glimpse of an iron gate appeared from the distance. The stone walls stretched far into the dark green forest surrounding the area.The automatic gate opened. We drove through a massive courtyard with manicured gardens and overgrown oak trees. The smell of flowers seeped through the tinted windows as the cars kept crawling on the pebbled pavement that snaked toward an enormous mansion.The building looked like the mansions in Florence. Those colossal sculpted pillars, statues, and marble fountains could be seen from afar. When the cars stopped, the door at my seat slid open.
Ilooked around the enormous chamber. It was too dark and too cold. I felt as if I had just stepped into a mountain cave. All the windows were closed. There was no one in sight. I tried the door again, but it was firmly locked.The crested furniture lay around the sitting area. Another room led to a separate hall. I could see massive bookshelves from floor to ceiling and an elegant black piano by the balcony.I decided to walk a few steps further into the room. Then I thought I heard a sound as I waited for something to happen. It was like a whistle of the wind.At my right was the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, revealing a canopied bed. There were sheer hanging and heavy silk curtains hanging from the four posts.
AnastasiaIt was maddening.Something about the rattling sound inside her veins, the intoxicating smell of her skin, I couldn't stand one minute without wishing to taste her warm blood. And that's what I hated about myself. My predator instinct was unforgiving. Who was this girl?—an innocent human with a deadly charm? I held my breath the whole time I was near her. All details of her features stuck in my mind. Those big brown eyes that stared back at me. Her pale lips pressed together to hide the pain. A mass of dark brown lock whirled around her slender body. Of course, she wasn't perfect like most of us, but I couldn't shake the urge to make her mine. Yet I knew she would never be. Her wrist was cut like a cat's claw. I knew right away who did it. My sister was her
Ijolted back in surprise, but my mistress kept a firm grip on me and pulled my body closer against her. It was almost too hard for me to breathe. The more I pushed her away, the tighter her hold became. It was of no use. She was a vampire. She was too strong. All I could do was fidget in her arms like helpless prey. Once you're in the hand of a predator, you cannot escape.Anastasia stepped towards us. Her face was so intense; it almost looked pained. I had no clue what she was thinking, but I already felt disgusted with myself."Morning, baby sister," Alexandra said without turning her face away from me. "You want to join the breakfast with me?" Her eyes still lingered on the area of my throat. She smoothed my hair like I was her adorable pet. My mistress was enjoying her little show she was creating with me. I l
AnastasiaIturned around to my sister after Avery left. Her annoying smirked made me want to slap it off her face."I happened to sense something strange here," Alex said with a teasing tone. "What makes you so stupid to turn down my offer? Oh, wait...but I already know—""Stop it!" I spat. "It's none of your business.""It's not?" she said. "Well, then make sure it remains as such with mine as well."She looked at me like I was still a pathetic little child. I knew Alexandra wasn't someone you wanted to cross. She was stronger and faster than me. It was because she would never think twice about killing people for blood. I loathe
Many days passed in a seemingly peaceful succession. I had gotten to know some other slaves in the mansion. One of them told me about how she was separated from her brother, who was put into the human farm. I wondered what it was like living in the factory, but then again I didn't want to find out. This morning things were quite the same. We got our wrists cut as usual, except me. Then the vampire, who we first met, came up to me in the kitchen. He dressed in his elegant clothes as I had remembered.For a moment, his violet eyes seemed to linger on my face longer than necessary."You," he said. His pale stony face held high. "From now on, you're assigned to serve whenever my mistress sends for you."My heart sank further than it usually did. What could I say about that
Iwas in my mistress's room again. It was colder than I had remembered, or it could be just my own instinctive fear that made me shiver all over. Alexandra pulled me inside after she locked the huge heavy door.I glanced around in panic, but as usual, all the windows were tightly shut. No escape route anywhere. I felt like a trapped rat waiting for the cat to gut me alive. Alexandra turned her perfect figure to look at me again. She smiled with a glint of wickedness in her eyes."Don't even think about —"I ran to the small library as fast as my feet could take me then slammed the door shut and locked it."Wow, you must have been a marathon runner," Alexandra mocked from the other side of the room. I saw he