I had never been so terrified in my life that every breath I took agonized me. The constant craving for the person I longed for and how I might not be able to satisfy its hunger. And now my personal torment was still a never-ending course.
"Ana," I whispered to Anastasia, who sat near me in the car after we got off the plane.
"Yes?" she said, turning her face to me.
"Who did that to Alex?"
"You don't want to hear about it now,"
"I've heard from Victor, that someone betrayed her, is that true?" I said. Ana looked at me for a moment and then she nodded.
"Who's the traitor?"
AlexandraIwas drifting beyond this physical world of time and space. Until all my senses were wide awake, like the first blossom of spring. Like a spark of music to wake me from this endless dream. One touch at a time formed a sensation. A burst of electrifying jolts brought back fragments of my thoughts one by one. My hands wrapped around a small frame of someone. I felt like a newborn, suckling with hunger and wants.Ravenous growls echoed from the depth of my stomach. Sinking my teeth deeper, I wanted to get more of this blissful liquid taste. It was like sweet nectar or rich ambrosia to my thirsty mouth.For some reason, everything felt wrong to me. Something about a glowing
AnastasiaIpunched one of the royal guards hard. He stumbled back and yelped in pain. I kicked the other in the stomach and flipped another off my back to the ground. My hands twisted his hand at the joints until I heard a crack. The poor guard cried on the floor. I was mad with anger and heartache.By then, no one dared to touch me anymore. Their fear of getting hurt like their fellows was visible on their hard faces."Your highness, please forgive us. We're only following the order," they apologized, bowing in surrender."Your job is to do as I say!" I yelled. "Now open the freaking door now or I'll rip all your heads off!"
As I sat inside an open-air gazebo, I watched the salty gentle breeze blew over the palm trees. Above the clear aqua-blue water, I watched herons filled up the tropical plants. Others went soaring in the high blue sky, going out of their nests for the morning hunt. Little birds chirped away over the blinding white beach.I breathed in the fresh humid air of serenity and tried to soak up the new reality I was thrown into. Then a musical voice drifted through the gentle wind. A new rush of vibrating zeal burst through my veins. I knew that sweet delicate tone. My face lighted up into a smile, already anticipating the presence of my other half."Alex!"I stood up and turned around to find a stunning girl in her beautiful pink pastel dress. It flowed and rippled over her e
*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 c
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