Anastasia Book Novels & Stories

I sat down. Anastasia had gone to find coffee. She came back with two cups from the machine at the end of the hall and put one in my hand and sat down on my left. I held the cup. I did not drink it. The coffee smelled burnt and faintly chemical and I was grateful to have something to hold onto.

He walked towards me and still, didn't take his eyes away from me. I couldn't help myself but to stare at his rounded brown eyes . " Are you trying to escape?" His deep voice echoed in the room. I feel the authority on how he speak. As if I am his territory. I couldn't move where I was standing and just bent down my head because I couldn't speak due of the shock and fear. "I already own you, Anastasia. And from now on, you're going to live here."

I exchange a quick glance with Liam before turning to the woman in front of us. She's in heels too but we're both clocking the same height, she has nice brown hair that constructs her face and high cheek bones perfectly well. I can clearly remember her name 'Anastasia collin', age. Thirty five, was once pregnant but lost her child, and is married to the late mayor, who's kind of not late, Harry Houston. According to the book, which warned that she's a very sly person and also a narcisst, I am glad my memory is doing a great job right now.

And by thinking about all of that, I found myself realizing that she was a strong girl. But then I remembered a scene of Anastasia in the living room with her hands clenched around a mop as she cleaned the floor. I then remembered that she had a black spot on her index finger!

Sometimes it felt like there was a spell cast on her whenever she woke up on a Tuesday morning. This was going to be our first Tuesday in America and I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt but didn't stay to watch how things would play out. Anna's POV I went to my locker and thankfully, no one was around the area. I didn't want to snap at anyone that morning. I opened my locker and kept the books I wouldn't be needing till lunch break and went to my homeroom. There was nobody there, not even the teacher. Thank goodness. Luck seemed to be on my side that morning.

"After I finished your book–the Book of Murder, it became my favorite novel in an instant because I really like Detective Alice Potter. I admire her character so much. And then it happens so fast and the next thing I knew, I was already here." "That's it? What did you do to be transfered here?" Alistair asked, noticing that she didn't tell him the details that made her transfered inside the book. Her story is incomplete. Anastasia just shake her head at him. She decided to not include the accident part because it will confuse the prince even more.

When I was turning my back in fear when they called me and I was pushed by someone. A bright light fell on me, I stumbled over my feet, quickly regaining my composure without falling to the ground, I looked at what looked like a bar. Even with some tables spread around, men of great power, I even recognized an imposing lawyer who had already appeared on television. - Now, introducing, Anastasia is a 22-year-old Turkish girl. All this was happening while the man started talking as I passed behind him. from him. He showed me, with me parading, while the other men were watching that series of other women.

DIONY EMPIRE AUTHOR’s POV “I still can't believe Nektarios is allowing this nonsense to happen. Court ladies? Really? At first, I thought it was just a rumor that would die soon. But saying no one should meddle in his business that is bullshit!” Anastasia kept whining as she landed her sword on the fighting dummy. She needed something to control her anger badly, and the dummy isn’t doing much to ease her.

Dante concluded and walked out with his cupcake. Anastasia felt a sudden pain fill her heart and it coursed through her body but she decided to suck in the tears that seemed as though they wanted to spill. She sniffed Jessica and Esther shared a silent glance but didn't say anything as they watched Anastasia. “Let’s go to my bedroom. I need to be dressed and looking presentable for me to be outside,” Anastasia said to them and they followed her with the snacks. Anastasia got to her room and freshened up and put on her royal gown. When she was fully ready she stood up and she and her maids proceeded to the training ground.

ANASTASIA'S POV “So where did you disappear to yesterday?” Arissa asked, one brow arched, a slow smirk tugging at her lips as I scanned through the science section of the Stormborn Library. I froze mid-reach, fingers hovering over a thick book on wolf biology. “Yeah, I’d like to know too,” Clara added, grinning with just as much mischief. I could practically FEEL my face burst into flames. I snatched the book off the shelf and began flipping through the thick pages, keeping my eyes glued on it like it was suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world. “I didn’t disappear,” I muttered weakly, still flipping.