Anastasia And Elliot Presgrave Novel Novels & Stories

Somewhere in that exchange was the outline of the bridge neither of them wanted to admit they were building. Anastasia appeared in the doorway with the tray and the look of a woman whose life has rolled more men into recovery than a church hospital. She gave Nicos a glance that pinned him to his manners and me a glance that remembered the year I refused to eat tomatoe soup for political reasons. Her hair was pulled back, dark and exacting. Her dress was navy, the color of sea that return ships to safe harbors. “Eat,” she said to Elky, as if she was offering him a chance to exist.

Oh. You don’t know me yet, how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Anastasia, last name Gastillo. I am an omega to the Grimsborrow pack, or town. We’re really both. My family comes from money, and I’ve never known what it’s like to suffer, or even work for anything. I just had to ask and it was given. That isn’t the case anymore. You see, two weeks ago, I woke up to something horrifying and I haven’t been able to think straight since then. /FLASHBACK/

She turns in her chair to look at Elliot and give him a small, reassuring nod. "Don't worry about it," she says to him, her tone softer now. "Okay," he murmurs, still looking a little shaken as he rubs the back of his neck, "Okay, yeah, sorry. I didn't mean to—yeah. Uh..." "You guys can go back outside, we'll keep talking about it tomorrow," Anastasia murmurs and everyone flees out of the room, starting with Daniel. Savannah and Logan follow him quickly, but I get up very, very slowly, taking advantage of the way Anastasia is staring directly into my eyes for the first time in three hundred years, "What the fuck, Bram?"

“They cleared her. Meanwhile you were caught on camera stabbing a woman in a ballroom…but somehow, you’re the one walking free. So maybe cool it on the righteous outrage?” “Exactly,” Jessie said. “This is rich people business, right? No one goes to jail. We just cry, heal, and throw barbecues.” Agnes snorted. “They literally just had their house burned down and she’s talking about barbecue.” “I mean…” Jessie turned back to Anastasia, smirking. “You guys have probably already fixed the mansion, haven’t you? Had your little construction team patch everything up while sipping vintage cabernet?” “YOU WILL NOT GET AWAY WITH THIS!” Anastasia screamed, face contorted in fury.

And then… Elaine falling. My fists clenched. “Ryan did this.” No one argued. I stepped back, the weight of the truth settling over me. Elaine was dead because of this war. Because of my choices. Because I hadn’t ended things sooner. __________ || ANASTASIA’S POV || My phone vibrated softly against the table, the sound cutting through the heavy silence of the room. I had been sitting there for a long time, staring at nothing, my thoughts tangled and restless. The vibration felt louder than it should have, as if it carried something ominous with it.

This reminds you that Vampires do as well wish to have their own normally in life, and this is what Anastasia craves. Then what seems like a good half hour, we find ourselves in the clearing being escorted up to Elloise, and let me say she is indeed happy to see us, that until she sees the Book of Spells. "Please don't tell me that you have that thing?" "I thought it might come in useful some other time, and I think that it might just have, though I would add that it is for myself." "Out with it then, let me hear what you want? "Well, not me, but my beloved Anastasia. She was hoping that within these pages there would be a way to reverse the curse of an Ancient."

My hair was swept back into a severe, elegant chignon, and my makeup was a mask of cold perfection. Daniel stood by my side, his hand possessively on my elbow as he introduced me to a rotation of European dignitaries. He was glowing, fueled by the ego of having "fixed" me. "Anastasia is finishing her dual degree," he told a Swiss minister, his voice booming with a false warmth. "She’s the future of the Drewmore interests." I smiled when I was supposed to. I laughed at the right intervals. But inside, I was screaming. The air in the ballroom felt thin, recycled by a hundred wealthy lungs. Every diamond around my neck felt like a link in a chain.

The one who had always held that spot was right there beside him. "Good evening, everyone," Avery began, her face beaming with happiness. "Thanks for coming to celebrate with us. I'm thrilled to announce that JPGilbert Chase & Co, and Elliot Elijah Empire are merging and becoming one. Let's all toast to a long-term partnership!" she said, raising her glass. As she looked through the crowd, her gaze landed on me, and she flashed a sly smirk before looking away. I should've confronted them and asserted my position, but I couldn't.

Darius grunted. He cut the call as I stood up, brushing a bit of dust off my sleeve and looking around the decaying office one last time. Darius was coming out of his place. He was stepping into my area. By the time we finished lunch he wouldn't even realize I’d already started pulling apart his perfect life. "Regret is coming for you Darius," I whispered, pocketing my phone. "And she’s coming in the name of Anessa." ***