Anastasia American Doll Novels & Stories

Anastasia was by her side, struggling to walk through the crowd as they searched for a less crowded spot. The fact that people around Lara stared at her was real. They glanced once, then looked again just to make sure that woman really existed. And no one could blame them. The black dress hugging her body, the white gold necklace, and the stiletto heels made the woman splendid. But at this point, any outfit would have suited her well. The women walked to the bar. Anastasia was wearing dark jeans and a low-cut T-shirt, something that emphasized every curve of her well-defined body. They did not have to wait long to be served, after all, they were too beautiful to wait.

I tried to console him, “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? It’s alright. We can always go back to the temple and get you another one.” “No! The doll and I are connected! I can feel what happens to it!” “Connected?” I cleared my throat, “Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean I’ll believe everything that comes out of your mouth, dude.” “No! You don’t get it! I can actually feel everything that’s done to the doll!” I smiled and calmed myself before replying, “I told you the doll was weird, didn’t I? So, what happened to it?” “I gave it away. I gave it to one of the more handsome ones when we were at the park yesterday.”

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

***** Jackson and Ana pulled up to a fancy restaurant. Jackson held the car door open for Ana to exit while they were at the parking lot. "You understand that I am not requiring this from you; we are friends, so stop treating me special," holding her clutch firmly, Ana said. Her hair was braided and she was dressed in a white knee-length dress. Her womanly beauty throbbed every single heart that walked passed her. The gazes that met Anastasia paused momentarily in admiration. People were attempting to determine whether or not Anastasia was a star.

In fact, his hand was possessively curled around her waist in a way that screamed to back off. KYRA’s POV. Anastasia is old money, a model before she got married and an heiress or Russian princess literally, while her husband, Esteban Camaro who I think is the man holding her tight to his body as though she could be stolen at any moment is Spanish. Their kids are beautiful with silver eyes and sultry lips like their mom. I know her family like the back of my hand because I plan all their parties, even the silly tea party her seven year old daughter Ambrosia hosted. It was grand because they well, liked to show off their funds or loved doing everything the grand way.

I wouldn't be immune to it until my Luna ceremony. "You are MINE!" He carried on with his rant. "You are mine to use, mine to abuse, mine to kill, do you understand?" I carefully nodded, fighting the tears that wanted to stream down my face. "I will NOT put ip with you being disrespectful, Beta's daughter or not. Do you understand me Anastazie?" He all but growled into my ear. I nodded again but something shocked me, how did he know who I was? Better yet how did he know my name? Almost like he read my mind he chuckled.

"I'm sorry. You shouldn't have seen this." Anastasia's gaze flickers between us, her features betraying the hurt that lingers beneath her half-composed exterior. Yet, despite the ache in her eyes, she forces a tight smile and nods in response to Yvanna. “It’s alright,” she murmurs as she looks away. “It’s my fault I came here.” In her hands, she holds a delicate nightgown. Yvanna's eyes widen with recognition as she walks towards her and reaches out to take it with confidence in showing off her n.aked body.

"Ana, you are not only charming. You are the Swan Lake today. Elegant, graceful, but also very strong and seductive. Everyone will be stunned." Anastasia laughed at the compliment. "I don't know if I can be as strong as a swan, but I will certainly do my best," she said in a serious but relaxed tone. Then Laura Moen walked gracefully into the makeup room, her smile instantly widening as she saw Anastasia standing in front of the mirror. Her eyes were glued to the diamond necklace she had designed around Anastasia's neck. The sparkling diamonds reflected light from every angle, blending perfectly with the black dress Anastasia was wearing. The necklace looked incredible - so luxurious, so gra

The Luna, Teun's eyes also landed on the girl and she couldn't help but be amazed at how pretty she looked. Anastasia was dressed in a purple silk gown that complement her healthy pale skin. Her long purple hair was clipped at the side by a butterfly hairpin and her oval face look bright and rosy as she smiled at them and instantly, Teun develops a good impression of Anastasia and she waved at her with a bright smile. "Yes, Miss Anna, no need to go on formalities, sit please." The Alpha, Rykar also butted in with a grin.

I say after inspecting every dress in this room. “I’m so glad you love it, your highness.” Anastasia Ivanov, the fashion designer, says with a proud smile on her face. She’s tall, has a pointy nose, silver eyes like all vampires, and pale like all vampires, long blonde hair, a heart-shaped face and slender shoulders. She’s wearing a beautiful dress that proves she has good style, and I won’t be surprised if she tells me that the dress was made by her. “I’ve got to say, I never thought that I would be making clothes for werewolves,” she says, looking at her masterpiece. “I thought the job was going to be impossible, but seeing the look on your face, I guess I did it justice.”