Ana Steele Novels & Stories

"So let's try this again, hi I'm Griffin Masters. Alpha asshole with an unearthly obsession with knives." I laughed out loud. "Hello, I'm Anastasia. Omega, with a freaky backstory."

"That was a bold move. It’s bad for business.” “I never invited Julian," I snapped, then stepped toward her. "Darius invited him. Or have you forgotten they are related?” She sighed. It was a sound that reeked of alcohol. "You should be careful Anessa. You’re playing with fire. The Steeles aren’t like the Danes. They don’t just take what they want; they keep it. You’re in over your head.”

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Reporters are usually a lot more chill in serious events. "Annie," Charlie calls, breaking our moment and making Anastasia turn to him. He gives me an annoyed look before reaching for her hand and pulling her closer. I follow close behind as he steps in front of a cluster of mics, "This is my youngest daughter, Anastasia. She just finished getting her master’s degree in France and has returned home to take on a role in the company. We're very excited to have her back, she's my little genius and the reason Bloom Beauty has taken a fresher turn lately.” I can see Anastasia go tense when all the attention turns to her in an almost aggressive way. They start throwing questions at her like hungry

“I-I n-n-notice you s-staring with—with S-Sloane—” Raising one of her brows, Z looked over her shoulder. She clenched her fists when Anastasia stopped mumbling. There’s no need for her to act like that. She’s never weak. In fact, she’s got potential, but if she kept doing such an irksome thing, she’d die even before unraveling her true capabilities. Unlike Sloane, Anastasia fashioned herself with a plain tee, yoga pants, and running shoes. It’s so like her. Somehow, Z's insecurities ebbed away. Why should she worry herself with such a trivial thing when the world literally depended on her hands?

"Thank you, Karla." Natalie and Luciano hovered supportively, diffusing with easy charm. "Eliot, Karla—join us at the VIP table." Natalie suggested brightly, steering them inside. A sleek black Rolls-Royce purred to a stop, its door opening to reveal Anastasia. She stepped out like a storm in human form, her emerald gown—deceptively similar to Natalie's—clinging scandalously low, slit high on one thigh to reveal a toned leg. Blonde waves cascaded artfully, red lips curved in a predatory smile, but her eyes blazed with hidden fury. She scanned the carpet, locking on Howard and Charlotte, jealousy twisting her features into a fleeting snarl before she schooled it into sultry poise.

I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my jaw clenching as I drove us home in tense silence. The truth was, I was actually quite reluctant to participate in the competition with Anastasia last night. The admission grated against my thoughts, uncomfortable and unwelcome. Anastasia was wonderful, objectively speaking. She was beautiful, intelligent, and capable at work. She understood the business inside and out, could discuss quarterly reports and market trends with the same ease as discussing art or literature. She'd even given up her position at Cole Industries to become my assistant when Victoria had suggested it—a significant career sacrifice that showed her dedication.

As they turned to leave, Celeste suddenly asked in a loud tone of voice, "There's something I really wanna know about, Nathan. Are you connected to Anasta?" "What the hell are you talking about?" "You sure know what I am talking about, why the need to play such an act then?" Nathan smiled angrily and glared at Celeste, through gritted teeth he asked her, "What are you trying to do now?" Upon seeing him angry, she couldn't help but smile. Something about it made her happy and to think the dots were connecting... "Babe, who is Anasta?" The woman next to him questioned cluelessly. "She is nobody. I don't know who it is..."

Dean referred to him as Drake, so I assumed he must have been the one who called earlier. Standing there at a loss for words, Drake walked over to me, extending his hand for a handshake. "Hi, I'm Drake. You must be the new Luna?" As he said that, I noticed how Linda stared at me, and the other girl, resembling her, approached me. I despised the way she looked at me, as if trying to peer into my soul, sending chills down my spine. "So, you're the one who stole my sister's Alpha, huh? A real slut."

“What is your ETA?” “My, my, aren’t we an anxious little Alpha.” I chuckle. And in reality she is little. At 5’2” it’s almost hard to believe she’s an Alpha. Up until you see her fight and then there’s not question that the woman is all Alpha. She uses her small stature to her advantage – because she’s small, she is quick and agile in a way that male Alphas generally aren’t. But beyond that, she is also a smart and strategic fighter. I’ve seen her take down some of the strongest warriors out there because she used her brains just as much her strength. Thinking of what a badass she is is only making me again wish that she were my fated mate.