Anastasia American Doll Novels & Stories

I forced my expression to remain entirely blank. Anastasia was sitting at her small wooden table, looking completely different from the sweet, fragile girl who had saved my life in the courtyard. Right now, she looked utterly naughty, her arms crossed tightly over her chest and a bratty pout firmly fixed on her lips. I pushed the trolley forward, lifting the silver dome to reveal a simple, perfectly golden stack of small pancakes cut into the shapes of little animals, lightly dusted with powdered sugar and served with fresh, sweet berries.

(Anastasia's POV) "BITCHHHHHHH," Ally exclaimed, dragging the sound to make it look sassy as she snapped her fingers up in the air. Her purple dress flowed beautifully around her. Her hair was up in a messy updo that fitted her. She had placed a butterfly-shaped clip on top of the bun. "Do you know what I just found out?" She asked, her eyes wide and alarmed. I raised my eyebrows.

“Nice to meet you, big guy.” “Same here, gorgeous.” Danladi planted a chaste kiss on the back of Anastasia's hand before letting it go. “Sweet Lord! Your hand is very soft, and you've got nice fingernails, too.” Anastasia blinked. “Thank you.” “I love your hair, as well.” Danladi added sauvely. “It makes you look like Rose from the movie, Titanic.” “Ha!” Anastasia's cheeks were on the verge of becoming bright red. “Bobo yi, ma pami na!”

Isn’t that the reason why Viscount excused himself and didn’t go back after because he already had a girlfriend and daughter? Her cheeks turned red. I don’t know her name yet but all I could see is shyness and shock on her face. “She’s very cute! We also have a baby here. Maybe they could play?” Slowly, she fixed her daughter’s hair and kisses her cheeks. “Wow. My baby will be having a playmate,” Anastasia is her name. Based on my observation, she’s kind and humble compared to other girls whom I happened to meet. The way she moves screams feminine. She’s not wearing any extravagant clothes but the way how she eats and sips on her tea screams elegance.

She'd better comply, or I'd force her to. Just as I was getting engrossed in Katrina's antics, a knock came on my door. Before I could ask who was there and reject them, the door opened, and Anastasia, my mistress, sauntered in. She had a sly smile on her face, the dress she was wearing revealing all the markings on her body - the marks of that told anyone else who knew of her origin. She was no human, but a demon. I watched her for a moment, my eyes narrowing, before returning my attention back to the monitors. She came to stand by my side, placing a hand on my shoulder, which I promptly shrugged off, immediately irritated.

Fuck, I should own that pussy from now on, from the way it accepted me and responded to my fucking touch. I had never seen a girl that wet right in my hands; she’s full of life and sweetness. I couldn’t keep my dick calm as I went wild in my imagination while I fingered her. Coupled with the fact that her beige eyes captured all my attention, she’s beautiful as hell. Anastasia has the kind of beauty of a princess who has been living in the castle since she was born and living a luxurious kind of life, but her story says otherwise. Although she doesn’t look like she came from an orphanage home, she looks royal and noble.

He is a complete lunatic. The whole night he raped me and fulfilled his thirst for sex which was he hoarding for two weeks. After raping me he again kicked me out from his bed. This is now my destiny. A fuckable used sex doll whom he can use whenever and can throw wherever he wants!! The Next Day Author's p.o.v "What? How it can possible? Bhabani asked Agnish with too much surprise. Bhabani and Agnish is now in a park. They are discussing about Anamika and her children.

said Celea after watching herself in the mirror her black long hair was let open it fell down the waves made it look like a waterfall she had simple makeup wich consists of a small, thin eyeliner wing, mascara some silvery glitter eye shadow, blush and rosy lip gloss she had a soft light gray dress the color of her eyes, the dress had very long sleeves, the dress was tight at the top and loose at the bottom it was a soft look and it made her look like a fairy " of course you do, you are my dauther after all" said Bella proudly " indeed I am" " Now it's my turn to play dolls, sit down and I will prepare the both of you for the ball" Celea said looking at Bella and Kaya to wich they started gi

Anastasia stands. She is covered in blood now. Her hair sticks to her face. Her eyes burn bright, wild, terrifying. There is something almost feral about the way she straightens, chest rising, shoulders back, silver still clutched in her hand. She looks like a nightmare that refuses to fall. “Now tell me,” she says, planting her hands on her hips, voice sharp and unimpressed, “why the hell you are not shifting.” Her eyes flick to me. Then to Caleb.

The girl who left me, had almost married the same men who had just been inside me. I slid down to the floor with my back against the door and pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes. I didn’t know how long I sat there before the door handle turned. I hadn’t locked it. Elena stepped inside without knocking, exactly the way she used to when we were younger and she wanted something. She closed the door behind her and looked down at me with that same familiar, poisonous little smile. “Didn’t expect to see you here, sister,” she said lightly. “You know the Alphas are mine. They will never kick me out.”