Anastasia And Elliot Presgrave Novel 소설 & 이야기

"Arrogant prick. Sitting there like he owns the world, treating me like I’m some piece of meat off the clearance rack. I hope that wine stains his thousand-dollar suit forever. I hope it rots." "Anastasia, stop it!" Lila hisses, shoving me down onto a chaise lounge. She stands over me, chest heaving, her eyes wide with a mix of fury and terror. "Are you trying to get us fired? You just assaulted a VIP in the main booth. A VIP, Ana! Do you have any idea how much money he drops here in a single night?"

Who would have thought that in the time span of less than five minutes, she’d be doing fine one seconds and now, the mere thought of Angelina being pregnant with Gabriel’s child, left her feeling a like she somewhat had an upset stomach. Sighing, she pushed her thoughts aside, after all, her thoughts weren’t as important as her son. Pushing herself off her resting surface, she resumed her search for Ashely or Anastasia, or better yet, both of them. Meanwhile, half way across the amusement park, Anastasia who had successfully gotten Ashely away and distracted, was busy taking bites from her ice cream cone when her stomach suddenly released a loud rumble.

I whispered, casting a spell to ensure that not even the faintest sound would escape the confines of my chamber. … As the sun painted the sky with hues of gold, Anastasia defied her instinct to escape and instead sought solace in my embrace. With a mischievous grin adorning her face, she playfully etched her thoughts onto my chest, her delicate fingers leaving a trail of secrets. "Darling," she whispered. I coughed, caught off guard by her sudden boldness. "What?!" Anastasia pouted, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Easy there," I cautioned.

Every ten minutes she’d claim she was about to get up and help, but she’d chatter away about some distant memory where she and Evangeline got into trouble—which they did a lot—and would find herself distracted for another half hour. I didn’t mind. The manual labor was nothing compared to the grueling workouts Damon would put Knight and I through, and part of me—a part I refused to acknowledge—enjoyed hearing Anastasia lose herself to better times. The tell-tale thunk of the shovel smacking against wood had both of us freezing. Anastasia fell silent, slowly moving from the bench to peer down into the hole I’d spent the last two hours digging. Her eyes flicked up. Within them was a vulnerable

Kayne asked, sounding skeptical, “And, what is the story behind Antonio Rossi and Nicholai Bianchi? I thought they were childhood friends?” Before anyone could answer him, the door opened for the second time and for the second time Anastasia walked in. She stood there, her face pale but determined as she looked at us and then at the laptop screen. Then, she said what no one could've expected, “I will marry him.” For a whole minute silence stretched in the room. It was clear that Anastasia was listening at the door. This one was a brat, no doubt Kayne looked half mad himself all the time.

84 : "Confrontation" Confrontation 84 T A T E "Our home is a bit messy. Sorry." Anastasia picks up the scattered clothes from the couch. "It's fine." Gage answers. My eyes darted at Anastasia's huge stomach and I can't believe that it's her. I can't believe that I've met her before but I just didn't have any idea that she was the woman Gage fell in love with years ago. I glared at Lilac, and she was still hiding behind her mother's thighs but she kept on glaring at me though. I think she's still worried about my ruined laptop or maybe she's being too shy around Gage. I mean come on, he's Gage Stockholm and she's probably a fan.

★★★★★ The door banged violently in the morning, startling Anastasia who had gone to sleep last night after sobbing for over an hour. In addition, she didn't eat yesterday night, thus her first thought upon waking up was food. Anastasia staggered over to the door and opened it, only to see the same servant standing there with the clothes in her hand.

Swim back to her yacht and the young man is still following behind her. She starts to feel uncomfortable and swim faster, trying to act like a strong and fearless woman, is it just her bad luck, until the sea has seen her? “Stop following me, it’s so annoying,” she said with an annoyed voice and got up to her yacht, planning to go home and cancel her plan Athanasia is about to open the door when Ej snatches her hand, lifts it over the girl’s head, and starts kissing Athanasia, a rough and hungry kiss.