Novel & Cerita Anastasia Cenicienta

I couldn't stop the bile that rose to my throat as incidents from my past flashed across my memory, the monster buying new dresses for Nina when she passed her etiquette lessons and whipping me until I almost lost consciousness when I failed mine. " Daddy who is she?" She asked warily, looking at me like I was a predator. Before Stefano could answer, her eyes lit up and she approached me. " I know who you are! you're Merida...please teach me how to shoot and hunt and.." My face morphed into a frown and I wondered who on earth was Merida. " Camilla.." Stefano said gently " She's not Merida, her name is Anastasia and she is my wife"

This morning’s breakfast has never been unnervingly awkward, but I’m living for the drama. It’s only a rare occasion that I got the chance to slap Juliet with words. Though I hope I can one day let her taste the strength of my hands with one swift slap. I eyed Juliet as I gave her a simple nod, one that would say ‘I’m not interested in debating to the likes of you, bitch.’ She seemed to read from my expression as she placed a hand on top of Alpha Cain. “Anastasia is a virgin, Alpha,” she purred. “I’m surprised you allowed her to be a candidate.”

I say as she leaves the terminal and out of sight. “Tati, find out everything you can about a woman called Anastasia Renato. I want it all before we land in Sicily.” I say to her and she nods her head when Ivan chuckles and I look at him and raise an eyebrow. “What is it?” I ask him, and he smiles at me. “Anastasia in Russian means resurrection. Renato in Italian means born again. I would hedge a bet that she is Cassandria.” He says, and I nod my head at his words.

Her blond hair was for once straightened and pulled back showing off her perfect features devoid of make-up. It was as though a transformation had taken place. She looked older, more mature yet undeniably beautiful and grim. The pack quietened down as she got into place. "Good day. I am Anastasia Creole, daughter of the Creole family and fiance to Alpha Luciano of the Lupo-Mortale Pack." Her voice was quiet yet unshakable. "Anastasia, tell us what you witnessed on the day of your cousin's murder." Another judge. A female this time spoke.

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."

“Alpha Nox and Luna Lilac, this is my girlfriend, Anastasia Lasko. I’m glad you were able to make it despite—” “Despite our child being one of the missing wolves? Yes, well, we wouldn’t miss an occasion such as this. Obviously we’ll talk business later. For now let’s enjoy the evening.” Luna Lilac, whose white hair was twisted into an elaborate updo, smiled broadly at Anastasia. Despite being able to rot a person from the inside out, or sick their greatest fears upon them, she was as friendly as they came. “It’s wonderful to meet you,” She winked. “I was beginning to worry Alpha Caius would never find his partner.”

She had beautiful, flaming red eyes which confirmed Asty's assumptions. The woman was a countess. The woman who was a little bit taller than her, gazed at her dangerously. Asty, who was shaken by her godsend beauty, arched herself into a bow in respect. "G-Good morning, milady." The countess raised a brow and slowly walked around her, observing her. "Who is she?" the countess asked Lana. The maid lowered her head. "This is Asthenosthene, Lord Chaol's..." The maid couldn't put the right words to describe her. She wanted to address Asty as Chaol's friend, but of course- it would be insensitive of her to say, considering that Asty and Chaol weren't doing very well the past couple of days.

ROSALINE So, I got to know that Vincenzo, Bianca's husband was Alexei's cousin and the head of the Italian mafia. It explained the different accent she had. Not to mention that Vincenzo and Alexei had almost the same behavior. It was frustrating, to be honest. We had already spent about three hours at this party and I was getting tired already. Alexei had gone with Vlad, Igor and Vincenzo to talk about 'business.'

A voice came from behind the two. Gael and Leonard turned around in unison and they were both shocked at the sight of Ashton. Ashton was walking over with a woman and the two were holding hands. The woman had fair skin, she was slender with a narrow waist and her legs were long. She looked beautiful as her long hair danced lazily in the wind. Ashton was as dashing as always but his face was a little pale. Gael's mouth was wide open after seeing his grandson. Leonard on the other hand had his eyes fixed on Maya as his eyes flashed with a mysterious light. No one could tell what he was thinking about or what was so interesting about Maya.

Luca, on the other hand, followed me behind my back. Charlotte seemed to have a rather surprised reaction. “Greetings, Charlotte and… her mother, Ophelia Maine,” I said, slightly bowing towards them. Ophelia was mesmerized to see my appearance. “My, what a fine lad you are. May I inquire what business you have towards us?” She asked, observing me from left to right. I chuckled at her remarks and looked at the blushing Charlotte beside her. It seems like the princess didn’t expect that I’ll be showing my presence to her mom. “Pardon me for interrupting your talk. My name’s Damien Yves Etienne—” “Oh my! I heard of you, and your accomplishments!”