Anastasia Cenicienta Novels & Stories

“Whoever this dollar-store mafia reject is, they messed with the wrong unstable best friend.” I sighed. “I’m fine. I’m not scared. It’s probably just some loser bluffing—” Agnes raised a brow. “You think this is a bluff? Babe. It has ‘petty heiress with vengeance issues’ written all over it.” “I know.” I exhaled. “It’s either Anastasia or the Dragon Queen herself.” Agnes crossed her arms. “Oh, it’s definitely one of those chandelier-wearing demons. I’d bet my last serum on it. Anastasia’s still crying from your thigh stunt, and Mrs. Salvador looked like she wanted to exorcise you.”

"And who are you to speak to me like that?" I lifted my chin. "I am Anastasia. Hector's Luna." Alpha Aldric’s eyes widened. "Ah. The famous Anastasia. The girl who killed a child and then brought her back to life. You are even more interesting than I remember." Alpha Aldric took a step toward me. His wolf pressed against the air. Heavy. Threatening. "You are the reason my daughter is locked up. You are the reason she has been humiliated. You think you can take what belongs to her and walk away unscathed?"

she stated earning a roaring laughter from Roman. “fine, you win be ready in 15” Camila jumbled off the couch with a huge smile on her face and headed for the stairs. She picked out a long black gown that didn’t hug her figure so that her stomach won’t show that much. She paired it with a pair of black flats and a silver purse. She didn’t do any makeup, just curled her hair and was rushing down the stairs. Roman was already ready there, waiting. He was dressed in a black suit and was looking down at his watch.

The kid was dragged out and dumped onto the cracked concrete, collapsing in a heap, limbs tangled, clothes wrinkled and cheap. My men had grabbed the little b*st*rd sneaking out her bedroom window at dawn. I looked him over, trying to figure out what she could possibly see in this mess. Dio! Anastasia was too beautiful for a rough and Haggard looking boy like him. She was breathtaking. Every whispered rumor about her beauty had been the truth. All three Mancini sisters had inherited their looks from their mother. Caterina Mancini, once a face that graced international fashion magazines, was a legend before she ever married Salvatore.

If she lost more people because she couldn’t defend them like the five people she just lost recently, then Anastacia could never forgive herself. “Asteria!” She screamed and opened her eyes. She forced herself to use all her strength to fight back the force that was suffocating her, “Show yourself!” She commanded again as drops of blood came out from her nose. She just wiped it with her hand and continued to strain her eyes to see past the dark void. “Sei molto interessante, piccola Luna,” (You’re very interesting, little Luna) Asteria spoke with a hint of surprise laced in her voice as her form began to materialize in front of Anastacia.

the woman announced as she walked behind him and kissed his neck, she smiled as she looked at us, she stayed leaning near Arimas whilst he played with her hair "I'm Thomas Birch, of the Unitaur coven, and ...." "Wait didn't you say you were from black wolf?" the woman insisted standing up straight now, even Arimas sat up straight. "No, he said we had just come from there, we were only visiting" I corrected "I'm Anastasia, queen of the seven kingdoms" Arimas stood up so fast I thought he might get whiplash, he put his drink down on the table near the sofa and started buttoning his shirt, I wanted to laugh at the sight

My tone came out bitter than I had intended. "Does he treat you well?" she was clearly ignoring my question. "At least, he respects me," I retorted. "And I can't deny what's between him and me." For a moment, I wished I hadn't said that. I could feel Anastasia's body stiffened against mine. We were alone and far from anyone. She could have done all harms to me, and I wouldn't be able to take her down even with all my years of training. Anastasia Romanov wasn't a normal vampire. I had witnessed her strength and ability to attack our hunters. A fraction of my mind had been constantly warning me of this fierce princess.

SEBASTIAN RUSSO…. Surprise was an understatement. I was beyond shocked when I heard the name Alessandra from Queen Anastasia’s mouth. Queen Anastasia was hugging a girl in a red dress. Her face was not clear to me until she pulled back from the Lycan Queen and turned around. I felt my heart skip a beat and my eyes went wide in disbelief. Because the girl was none other than Lais Volkova. But why was Queen Anastasia calling her Alessandra.

Kareena stuttered as blood spilled from her mouth. Anastasia gave her favorite psychotic smile. “We’ll both go down together, Kareena.” She twisted the dagger deeper. Then she kicked her straight into the lake of fire she had summoned. Kareena screamed in agony until her voice was gone and the flames closed over her. The barrier shattered, and I limped forward, staring at Anastasia with gratitude. “Thanks.” She scoffed and walked closer—no, staggered. “That’s the least I can do, Cedric.”

Diamonds glitter at her throat and ears, but they only made her look more terrifying. “Mikhail, my dear nephew,” she said, her voice smooth as silk and twice as deadly. “And Liliana darling, the little bird who thinks she can fly with wolves.” I tried to speak, but no words came out. “Lost your tongue already?” Anastasia laughed. “How disappointing. I was hoping for some fight.” “Aunt Anastasia,” Mikhail said, his voice carefully controlled. “Liliana is here as requested.” “Yes, she is.” Anastasia's eyes never left mine as she spoke. “Come inside, child. Let's see what you're really made of.”