Novel & Cerita Anastasia American Doll

Anana pressed her lips together… A dangerous smile threatened to appear. Anastasia noticed immediately. "Mom." "I'm listening." "No, you're not." "I am." "You're trying not to laugh." Anana placed a hand over her chest, looking utterly scandalized… The perfect picture of innocence. "I would never." Anastasia narrowed her eyes immediately. "You absolutely would." That was all it took! A laugh slipped free from Anana despite her best efforts. Anastasia huffed dramatically. "See? That's exactly what I'm talking about."

i needed the bitterness to clear the fog from my brain. The bathroom door finally opened, the sound of the lock clicking loudly in the quiet room. Anastasia walked out, she had already put her clothes back on. Her hair was damp from the shower, combed back away from her face. Her blouse was buttoned all the way to the top collar, hiding her collarbones completely. She was wearing her gray blazer, her posture stiff and professional once again. She looked like the Chief Executive Officer of the Black corporation, not the woman who had held onto my shoulders in the dark.

It was genuine. “You must be Vittoria,” she said, already moving toward me. “I’m Anastasia.” She stopped short, eyes roaming my face, my posture, the sling on my arm. Her gaze was frank, unfiltered, professional. “Nikolai’s sister,” she added, as if that alone explained her presence and her energy. So this was her. She dressed in black, but not in the controlled severity Nikolai favored. Hers was layered, intentional chaos; textures clashing and somehow working, sharp lines softened by movement. A measuring tape hung around her neck like jewelry. Her fingers were faintly stained with chalk and ink.

Anastasia POV: I have been waiting for this day for years. It was my dream to have my own company ever since I was young and now when everything was coming true, it felt surreal. I sat in front of the vanity. The red dress which Mom chose for me was really beautiful. It was simple and had a slit on the left legs. With every step, my leg would peek out of it. I matched the jewellery, a heavy stoned necklace and smokey eyed makeup completed my look.

I noticed the little girl turn to me to give me a not too subtle inquisitive look then turned back to Damon. "Who is she?" She whispered to Damon, she whispered very loudly though, that's why I was able to hear it, but it was still cute. "That's Latifah ." Damon answered. He never once took his eyes off the little girl. She turned back to me. "Hi Adrianna, my name is Anastasia, but you can call me Anna, or Princess Sofia the first. Your choice." she smiled at me. "Well, its nice to meet you Anastasia. How old are you?" I asked her.

“ i know she had told you enough lies but let me help you out because we are all victims of her lies, her name is Annastacia green, she's a miserable lady, a prostitute, who goes around, sleeping with men, she doesn't have any nice intention for anyone, and being in a place like this, she should be casted away” The lady stared at her in awe, “ she would scam you of your clothes, hats how she survives, she's a criminal, did you sell anything to her?” i asked, still stunned she pointed at the dress anna wore, i didn't notice the elegant dress she wore, i would have ripped it out the moment i saw it, but just the sight of her face alone made my heart boil, I just wanted to ruin her calm look, s

She needed to be prepared for it. “ Angel. It's your turn. ” The shrilly female voice made her whip her head around. Her heart was beating in her throat. Curling her hands into fists, she nodded curtly and turned around to look at her reflection in the mirror. She was wearing a skimpy short black dress that barely reached her thighs, her breasts were highlighted as half of them were spilling out. The black shiny color of the outfit made her milky white skin stand out.

Matthew P.O.V (Seven years later) “Daddy do you think this looks pretty? asked Anastasia. I looked up from the paper on my desk in front up me and turned my attention towards my five-year-old daughter. She looked just liked her mother, with her long dark brown wavy hair and big dark brown eyes. She smiled and tilted her head, patiently waiting for my answer as she showed me the blue headband in her hand and the blue dress she was currently wearing.

“Oh, you’re not tired? Well, what about…this!” High, sweet giggles chase his words. I reach the top of the stairs and stop. In the middle of the rug that covers the tile floor, Dante holds two-year-old Anastasia in a mock version of a headlock. She squirms, laughing. “Come on, Tasia, you’re Greek!” he goads. “Your ancestors invented wrestling.”

All she wanted to do was strangle Camilla, for taking Damon's attention away from her. "Just let me be Anastasia" Damon said and rushed upstairs. Anastasia was very cross, she has been embarrassed so many times because of Camilla and now, she's losing Damon for good. She allowed her anger to get the better of her, and decided to do something drastic. "Hello, Ajay" "Yes Ana!" "Find Camilla, find her now and tell me where she is" "Yes ma'am. I'll get back to you in a few minutes" Anastasia grinned and left to her room. Ajay has been her puppet for a long time, he would do anything to please her because of how much he loved her. Anastasia had no atom of feelings for him but uses him to get her