Anastasia Book Novels & Stories

“I’ll go to the source.” Francis licked his lips. “Reinaldo… if Anastasia keeps doing this, she’ll destroy us.” I stepped closer, close enough that my shadow fell over him. “No,” I corrected, each word measured. “If she keeps doing this… I will destroy her.” Francis’s breath caught. “Reinaldo…” I didn’t let him speak again. __________ || Anastasia’s POV || The ice inside my glass had already started to melt, dulling the sharpness of the drink, but I kept swirling it anyway, watching the liquid spin like my thoughts. The television glowed across the room, the news channel running nonstop, the anchor’s calm voice crawling under my skin.

The rage simmering under my skin was too intense to suppress. I gritted my teeth when a deviant idea popped in my head. "You won't let me off this bond, will you?" "No." "Well then." My mouth curved, a wicked snicker forming at the corner. "Let me return your courtesy." The amusement left his countenance, a line appearing between his thick, flawless brows. "I, Anastasia Miracle, rej—" The rest of the words left me in a rush of air, my eyes widening to their limit. He had me against a wall, long, hostile fingers wrapping around my dainty neck.

As she made to leave for Abigail's room, she felt a hand on her arm and she stopped to throw a curious look across Mrs Robert's way. " We need to talk" Settling down the cup of hot green tea, she grinned in acknowledgement. " So...what is it you want to talk about, Ma'am?" " Patience is virtue, Darling" Anastasia lowered her head in embarrassment when Mrs Robert stared at her in a disgusted manner. " Stop being friends with my daughter" Anastasia raised her head sharply. What's she saying? " Ma'am?" " She's out of your league now... she's now married to a rich family and so are we rich now...she has nothing to do with the market whore now"

Anastasia puts her books in a duffel bag that has wheels underneath to make it easier for her to carry the heavy books needed during teaching. After Anastasia finished packing her things, she smiled gently at Lexie and waved gently in a friendly manner. Lexie finds herself feeling guilty for Anastasia for lying to her about her condition. She actually hadn't been tired since this morning because of last night's incident. Instead she felt on fire because she was thinking about all the things that would happen to her tomorrow morning. About the cctv cameras that Wren said, she had to take that into account carefully. How could she sneak into the car without anyone knowing. Especially Rafe.

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“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?”

” I nodded , hesitantly ;” my goodness Anna , please be careful “ she warned me and I nodded with a smile My aunt had nothing to worry about that , I’m not the kind of girl who sleeps with guys on the first date , nor the second or the third It was gonna take a long time for me to give my virginity to someone , I had standards and principles , I’m nothing without them And if Damon Sorrentino thought I was gonna give in so easily for him , he has another thing coming D A M O N “ Anastasia Gilbert “ I was in my villa , sitting in my desk , my blouse’s buttons were opened , a glass of bourbon in my hand , muttering Anna’s name It felt like a melody She had me wrapped around her finger , for now

I want them to see that there’s nothing they can do to me that will break me. That’s how I survive this place and these people. I pick up the book on my nightstand and continue reading. I read for a few hours before a knock at the door interrupts me. I close the book and say, “You can come in, Hubert.” I’m incredibly shocked when I see Anastasia walk into the room. She’s wearing tight leather pants and high-heeled boots, and on top she has a black tank top. Her hair is pin straight. She looks like she stepped right out of a movie screen.

At any moment my control will snap. Fuck. Anastasia leans up on her elbows and I can't help looking at her. She turns her neck, and her glossy blonde hair slides off her shoulders. She's covered in hickeys. Good God, how will she hide this in school? Anastasia follows my eyes to her neck, she brushes her fingers over her chest up to her throat. "Oh." She says. "Nothing a little makeup can't cover." She swings her legs over, and gets up. Anastasia fixes her look in a couple of seconds, she even makes her messy hair look like she did it on purpose.

When I returned—heels echoing, dress swishing like a warning—I saw it. Her. Anastasia. Leaning against the study’s door frame like she was auditioning for “Desperate Housewives of Billionaire Estates.” Inside, Jace stood stiff as a skyscraper. Hands in his pockets. Jaw clenched so hard I could hear the tension. Anastasia was slinking toward him like a cat in heat. “I’m just saying,” she purred, voice syrupy and desperate. “Our union would make headlines. You and me? It would be a royal event. Everyone around the world would be watching…”