Anastasia Book Novels & Stories

I responded. Anastasia closed the gap between us, her eyes stern. "Aren't you, Golem?" she said, her voice laced with frustration. "Go ahead and tell me. You forgot about my name!!! Who would ever believe that," she yelled. Taking a deep breath, she continued, "Or maybe it's just me overreacting. You probably hit your head somewhere while flying and suffered from amnesia, am I right?" She held me gently by the chin, examining my face. Suddenly, her eyes turned red with flames, and I could feel the heat of the fire burning within her as she demanded, "Whose lipstick is this, Golem? Don't tell me your dead mom kissed you now."

The faint clink of the glass, the rush of the faucet—it all became a lifeline. But no amount of noise could drown out the pounding in my chest. Because inside, one truth pulsed like a bruise: He was slipping back into their lives. And I didn’t know if I was strong enough to stop it. The rest of breakfast unfolded in pieces, a mosaic of uneasy fragments. Anastasia chatted endlessly—about her doll, about her friend Millie’s new puppy, about how she wanted her pancakes to look like butterflies next time. Her voice was bright and innocent, the way only a child untouched by betrayal could be.

Anastasia shifted back to her human form and wobbly sat on the rock, heaving loudly as she rested her back against the smooth surface, her hands under her head and her eyes gazing past the tall trees to the distant sky as a smile found its way to her lips. "Now, I am free." She whispered, resisting the urge to scream out loud about her newfound freedom. "You know this is not a good idea." She finally heard her wolf's voice, Anne in her mind. Anne has been saying this over and over since she was planning her escape. "Good idea or not, as long as they never find me," Anastasia said, closing her eyes. "We are not safe out here, Anna," Anne whispered. "Not safe?" Anastasia giggles. "Don't undere

“Maybe I don’t want to get fucked by a stranger at a party I don’t even want to be at.” “That’s fair. So, let me ask you: what if you were home in a warm bed? Would it change anything?” “No.” “Woman!” I exclaimed, noticing some nearby guests glance at us oddly. I offered them a small smile, and they turned away before I focused back on Anastasia. She had her arms crossed in front of her, pushing her wonderful breasts together. It distracted me, especially since her dress showcased her cleavage so clearly. Ana noticed where my eyes went and looked down, quickly lowering her arms. I shook my head, trying to regain my focus before I met her eyes, and she stubbornly held mine. Only my queen coul

I packed up my things eagerly, while a tear rolled down my cheek. I’m Anastasia Farrow a 26 year old independent woman, what can I say? I’m ambitious and I always stand for what is right. Even if I have to stand against my employer, I didn’t mind, so long as it was for the good of others. I am competent, precocious and excellent at whatever I do, I hate to fail at anything, mainly due to the failed marriage between my parents. They had gotten separated when I was 16, I was in high school and had to leave New York with my mum, and move to Europe, Ireland. Which was about 7 to 8 hours away, I had no way of going back to see my dad. “I guess I would have to find a more satisfying job,” I said t

Kelly, who is still gawking and now Alexander who seems to think this is all too funny, because the moment I open my mouth, he stifles a laugh as he watches my every move arrogantly. Glancing between Kelly and Alexander, I say loudly as I challenge him, “As if it is any of your business, I am Anastasia Smith and I don’t like assholes.” Laughing again, this time he glares down at me and states begrudgingly through his teeth, “Well, then. I guess that we won’t have too much of a problem as long as you aren’t a bitch about it.” Hearing Kelly say slowly, “Woah.” I feel her hand on my arm, pulling me back away from him.

[WARNING: TRIGGER WARNING CONTENTS!] Rostam Clawmark and Greko Blazul: "!!!" "No way! No way! That is a lie!" Anastasia, who discarded her mate, stomped her broken foot repeatedly as she stripped any soft countenance, revealing her crazy personality to the thousands of beasts she had seduced throughout to march for her bidding. "This all a bad dream! You're a pathetic woman! You should be a cannon fodder, a human furnace for us—the chosen ones! I dreamed of your demise over and over again! Why is it different? Why?"

“Division first.” The room went quiet in that way rooms do when they’re keeping your confessions for later. My anger simmered slow, a better fuel than panic. I watched Anastasia secure the pile of old journals under her arm, the way you’d secure a bomb. I watched Elky run a finger along the edge of the desk, touching history like it might forgive him if he knew where the splinters were. “You were born for this,” Anastasia said to me. “Born,” I repeated, and heard made. And thought of poor Celeste. Close enough.

"You're being paranoid. Anna Brooks is not Anastasia Campbell. Anastasia died seven years ago. This is just a bizarre coincidence." But even as I say it, I'm remembering things. The way Anna looked at me during lunch— there was something in her eyes. Not just confidence, but something deeper. Something personal. The way she spoke about innovation versus incremental improvement— Anastasia used to talk exactly like that when she was building the AI for my company. The way she smiled at Alexander— there was a hardness behind it that reminded me of how Anastasia looked at me near the end of our marriage. Before I destroyed her.

That's demented. I need some. Preferably hers. "I'm ready now," Anastasia says, coming out to the living room looking like a dream. She looks so perfect, it's making me act weird. She just stares at me for a couple of seconds as if she’s expecting something. I don’t move a single atom of my body, "Why are you being weird?" "I don't know what you’re talking about, I'm completely fine," I quickly respond, then I turn around and stop looking at her again . I head for Mishi in her palace to scratch under her face one last time, "I'll be back soon, girl."