Anastasia Book Novels & Stories

"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?"

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.

So I grab a notebook from the desk drawer—a pretty, leather-bound thing that smells like money and untapped potential—and start writing. Things I Remember from the Novel (or: My Half-Baked Guide to Not Dying Socially) Anastasia (that’s her name, right?) comes back from Europe in about two weeks. She’s fluent in French, plays the cello, and once rescued a puppy from drowning. Everyone adores her. Lyra—me—gets kicked out shortly after. No scandal. Just “you’ve grown so independent” energy and a disappearing bank account. Ethan Quan = second male lead. Wheelchair. Tragic backstory. Genius. Also, kind of hot? Yeah. Hot.

She looked at him quietly for a few minutes to sigh and finish dressing his wound to get up, but he pulled her to his feet and wrapped her arms around his neck and the other wrapped his arm around her waist to make her ashamed of her position like this. Anastasia closed her eyes and sighed deeply and opened them again and spoke: I don't know what you see in my eyes and I don't know what's going on..But I will tell you the truth..There is something inside me that is attracted to you, but I really don't know where it comes from..I don't know how to make it stop..Something that makes me feel reassured. And I'm with you..and that's the same thing that made my heart stop for fear when that man to

Anastasia was really cunning but a diligent woman as well. She moved out of the kitchen and wondered what she would do for the entire day. She knew the maids wouldn't let her work. She wasn't even fond of arguing with anyone. She was sure that Anastasia would win any argument for sure, so she remained silent. She asked one of the maids if they had the Bible. The New Testament was a small version of Jesus' stories and the life and letters of the apostles after His ascending to heaven. She could have it if the maids had.

I wouldn't be immune to it until my Luna ceremony. "You are MINE!" He carried on with his rant. "You are mine to use, mine to abuse, mine to kill, do you understand?" I carefully nodded, fighting the tears that wanted to stream down my face. "I will NOT put ip with you being disrespectful, Beta's daughter or not. Do you understand me Anastazie?" He all but growled into my ear. I nodded again but something shocked me, how did he know who I was? Better yet how did he know my name? Almost like he read my mind he chuckled.

Anastasia stood tall, her eyes locked on Elizabeth, her heart racing and beating against her chest with furious anger. "What do you want, Elizabeth?" Anastasia asked, her voice firm. Elizabeth smiled, a cold, calculated smile. "Oh, we're just here to make sure you're adjusting to your new life... Ana." The way Elizabeth emphasized her name sent a shiver down Anastasia's spine. She knew she had to be careful, they wouldn't blink twice before they hurt her. She had to keep her head low till she found an escape out of the mess she found herself. "Adjusting just fine, thanks for asking," Anastasia replied, her eyes never leaving Elizabeth's face.

Anastasia's POV "Is she bluffing??! There is no information about rejected mates in the books I've seen. And what does she mean already rejected two? Mates are said to be extremely hard to come by!" I frustratingly pull my hair as I pace back in forth in my room. "But Rozen said that mates are a bond of forever right? So how can it be rejected? No... do I actually trust the words of that fake b*tch?" I continued to anxiously pace around the room. I don't even know nor do I understand why I am currently reacting like this. This whole overreaction isn't like me! No, actually all of these emotions whirling and causing havoc inside me are not like me at all!

*Bruno* Through the frost-laced glass, Anastasia looked like a figure in a painting—small, red, and alone. Her shawl was pinched tight around her neck, a splash of crimson against the garden's pale marble and ice-bitten hedges as she retreated one slow step at a time .Her breath hung in the cold like smoke, her movements stiff, like every part of her was holding something in—pain, secrets, the weight of a crown too heavy for her shoulders.

Anastasia POV I smuggled my pillow not wanting to wake up even after my alarm had gone off,I turned off the alarm and rolled around in the bed for a while before deciding to stand up. I didn't read last night and I was certainly not ready to go to school this morning. What is there to look forward to and expect to learn,it's not like I have friends in school. I sat at the edge of the bed thinking about how much I have nothing going on in my life except books and studying,Sarah the only friend I have now, has a boyfriend and she barely spends time with me.