Anastasia Bat Name Novels & Stories

“Catherine, what are you doing here? You know your mate doesn’t allow you to train.” Her face screwed up in anger. “What are you doing here, Anastasia?” I tossed my bag into the trunk and shut it after seeing Justin’s bag, too. “Training. You know, so I can be competent and not just an incubator.” She looked shocked and offended. Looking at Justin, I could tell she was trying to get him to defend her. He cocked his head to the side. “Why do you call her Anastasia? That’s like if I called you Petunia.”

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.

I haven't fallen so hard for someone this way. "What is your name miss?" I asked her as she moved the strand of her hair behind her ear as she couldn't stop smiling. "I am Anastasia, sir." She replied me. "Don't you have a last name?" I asked her. "I cut ties with my parents years ago, so I stooped bearing their name." She replied me as I looked at her documents that was in my hands. Turns out her parents came from a rich family but why is looking for a job here, her dad's company is a very popular one in the whole USA.

I glanced at Lustre. She hadn’t moved from the couch. But her eyes… They could kill. “ Long time no see, Bash,” she said calmly. Bash. So that was where Anastasia got the nickname from. From Lustre. I tried to gently pull my hands away, but Sebastian held me tighter. He pulled me closer to him. Lustre chuckled bitterly. “ I see you’ve gotten yourself a new girlfriend.” “ Yes,” Sebastian replied casually. “ Isn’t she pretty?” He smiled at me.

Ashley enthusiastically explained to a intrigued Silas who nodded his head along with her explanation. "Ana! Not Anastasia, but Ana." Anastasia corrected again like she has been doing every time someone calls her full name. I would have advised her to just give it up and allow people to freely call her 'Anastasia', but the little girl might start crying and we don't want that happening. "Which means I am a teenager and would soon become an adult." Whitney gushed out while Ashley made a bored face before pointing out that she herself would soon become a teenager while Whitney snorted through the laugh pouring out her lungs.

“Some things can’t wait, Mother.” The air crackles. They’re smiling, but it’s a duel. Every word a blade. Anastasia steps closer, diamonds flashing. “You always did have… peculiar taste,” she says, eyes raking over my dress, my bare back, my trembling fingers clutching Nicholas’s sleeve. “Tell me, darling,” she addresses me directly, voice honey over broken glass, “what exactly is it you do? Model? Influencer? Or are you one of those girls who just… spreads her legs for the right last name?”

She was clearly someone hard to deal with and likely came to pick on Faye. "Ms. 200 million" was a nickname they came up with for Anastasia. After all, there weren't many who would spend so much on a gown, especially not in Jeorgia. Anastasia was the first person ever, and they felt the need to give her a nickname for that. Just then, Anastasia's yelling was heard from Faye's office again, confirming to the crowd gathering outside that they were right about her coming to cause trouble. Mrs. Rockley, who merely ordered a gown for hundreds of thousands, was a difficult customer as well, and Anastasia was clearly ordering a dress from Light Moon Designs to challenge Faye.

If the dates were different, I would have never agreed to take her with me here. “You look way too serious tonight. “ She says and my eyes flicker to her. Anastasia is one of the most popular models in the whole world right now. She recently signed a contract with a big fashion brand. Real, stunning beauty. She is also always in a good mood, ready for a party. The perfect distraction from a long, hard day. She knows NOTHING about politics or business. And yet I am here, my mind elsewhere. “I’m just tired because of the flight. “

She turned to the girl and folded her lips. "My name's vennesa and you?" She rapped but Anastasia did not reply. "Oh sorry but it's not proper to place your hand outside the windows" she pressed on. Anastasia removed her hand from the window and sat properly. "Am Anastasia" she replied with a fake smile. "Oh my gosh so good to see the daughter of a conglomerate before me" she exclaimed and stretched forth her arms for a hand shake but Anastasia rejected it. "So how do you feel about this tour to Broadway" the girl asked as she folded her palm in embarrassment.

"Unless any of you would like to question my decision?" Silence. The white-blonde woman stepped forward. She possessed a chilling beauty, akin to a blizzard—cold, deadly, impossible to ignore. Her icy eyes met mine, holding them captive. "I am Anastasia Volkov," she announced, her voice as sharp as frost. "Leader of the Siberian pack. And I have no desire to witness a half-blood embarrass herself in the ring." "I didn't ask for your interest," I retorted. Anastasia offered a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "You have spirit. I appreciate that. Perhaps when Niklas breaks you, I will collect the pieces and forge something useful."