Anastasia Book Novels & Stories

Her journey is about learning when to let go and finding the strength to move forward. See you in Book 2, where we’ll finally follow Anastasia as she begins her new life — not as someone’s unwanted wife, but as her own person. With love, Avvi Spoiler alert: Say hi to the little guy! 👶✨ The next part of the story, Book 2, will continue right here in this same book. …….. Behind the Story: What happened to Anastasia’s parents? Anastasia’s mother, Alisha Saavedra, committed suicide by jumping off the balcony just as lightning struck — an event Anastasia witnessed firsthand. This traumatic moment left her unable to play the piano and caused her to have panic attacks whenever she hears thunder.

Her blood boiled, jealousy twisting her features into a mask of fury. As the echo of their footsteps faded down the stairs, Anastasia darted forward, her gown's train snagging briefly on the carpet. She burst into the room uninvited, eyes wild, scanning the vanity. The ashtray smoldered, flames still licking the edges of the half-burned file—salvageable, if she acted fast. "No," she hissed through clenched teeth, lunging for the crystal dish. Her manicured fingers plunged into the ash, ignoring the sting of heat as she snatched the charred remnants. Pages blackened but intact in the center fluttered free: key clauses, signatures, dates—enough to unravel everything.

“Thank you, Julia. You are so pretty too. I think my only good trait is my hair, seeing as everyone talks about it.” “No!” Julia disagreed. “You look like a living doll, your face is so perfect but real. Like your eyelids are almost perfect but they just prove that you are so natural and otherworldly. And your skin is so pretty.” Anastasia blushed harder than when the alphas gushed over her. “Thank you, Julia ,” Anastasia hesitated as she said the next line as he played with his fingers, “I hope we can be friends.”

"I'm talking about serious stuff, who dares to disturb me? Anastacia, I was polite to you in the past because I wanted to give you some face, but don't really think that you're some impressive person. Do you think that because you endorse La Novela perfume, you can really compete with me? Clearly, Natalia had vaguely heard the news about Anna going against her in the class. However, Anna was really too lazy to play such games with Natalia or get into an argument with a stupid person like her, and suddenly grabbed Natalia’s shoulder, pulling her aside. Natalia could not even avoid it, and was pulled aside like a little chick, and could only watch as Anna walked out. Too arrogant! "Anastacia,

the servant offered again, looking more worried now. Anastasia shook her head. "No, thank you. I can manage on my own." She stood up slowly, trying to gather the last of her courage, which had almost vanished. With shaky steps she walked out of the hotel corridor and her cell phone rang. Anastasia answered it immediately without looking at who was calling her. "Ana, where are you?" ***

Nikolai POV I watched Anastasia as she stood before me, her hand still extended, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I couldn't help but be amused by her. She was being so daring tonight, so bold, so utterly unlike the guarded woman I'd first met. But I couldn't deny that there was something captivating and enchanting about it. . She was like an unstoppable wildfire tonight, burning bright and uncontrollable and I found myself wanting to get burned. "Wait here," I said, stepping back. "I have something to do."

DOMINIC Twenty minutes into the flight. I rubbed my hand against the back of my neck. I glanced at Anastasia. She leaned against her seat, eyes closed shut. Her cheek rested against the armrest, squished on the hard leather, lips parted slightly. Her coat was buttoned to the very last one, like she was afraid her clothes would slip again. They did have a habit of falling off her. My eyes dropped to her chest. I could still picture them from earlier. I’d always had a photographic memory, but that worked against me in cases like this.

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.

Mason had been reborn, and with calm authority, he stopped his men to find a doctor to awaken her memories. "Ah!" Anastasia gasped awake from her dream, the endless night wrapping around her. Her limbs felt numb, as if tiny ants had gnawed through them, and the shiver in her soul lingered long after. Her heart pounded violently in her chest, each beat deafening. She instinctively pressed a hand to her chest, where the pain had long since grown numb. She tried to lift the corners of her mouth in a smile, but it froze there. Her eyes welled with tears.

James' voice carried a warning that I knew I should probably pay more attention to. I hung up and stood there for a second, staring at my phone screen as it went dark. James was right and I knew it, but I didn't want to think about what that meant right now. I walked back into the store to see Anastasia standing behind the counter with her shoulders hunched forward, looking broken. The fluorescent lights overhead cast shadows under her eyes, making her look even more exhausted than before. "Anastasia—" "I'm fine." But her voice cracked as she said it, breaking on that single word.