Anastasia Died Novels & Stories

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

Almost. The strange moment when Anastasia mentioned her parents dying in a car accident stuck with me though. Grandma Eleanor had looked almost stricken, like she knew something about it. But that was impossible because she did not know Anastasia before today. It was probably just sympathy for losing parents so young. My phone buzzed with a text from Anastasia. "We need to talk about today." I called her immediately. "Is something wrong?" "Not wrong exactly but we need to do better," she said. I heard the nervousness in her voice. "If people are going to believe we're in love, we need to act more natural. Today felt stiff and rehearsed."

She also had bare minimum makeup on which let Galina know that she was not planning to go anywhere else. Anastasia seemed a bit off, she looked tired and there was hint of swollenness under her eyes, which meant she was crying. Alexander also wasn’t with her which was quite unusual. Galina waited until she was willing to open up about it herself and after warming herself with a cup of tea, she felt much better and started talking.

Not that it was a lie…well, the part about them being in love and him bending a knee was a lie. Garcia’s eyes widened at the first part of her sentence, and Jacob shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He touched his nose repeatedly, a nervous habit of his. “A terrible breakup, huh?” Garcia asked with her mouth wide open. She didn’t need a sorcerer to tell her it was Jacob she was talking about. She just couldn’t believe how the words easily rolled off Anastasia's lips. “Yes. I was at a terrible place then, and Tristian practically saved me.” Anna turned to Tristian and stared at him with the most convincing love eyes. He brought his eyes down and stared at her, putting on a show for the Wades.

"Yes." Madam Felicia can be irritable at times, but she treats all of the maids as if they were her children, especially Anastasia. Anastasia's parents died a year ago in a devastating flood while returning from a trip. She had to work odd jobs to make ends meet. She was an only child with no one to turn to for help. She was taken as a slave from her town to Gardenia eight months ago. She was initially terrified, but Madam Felicia rescued her and stood by her side. Madam Felicia showed her love and affection and told her not to worry. She'll always look out for her.

"We must go at once before it is too late. Her body is fighting it, but I am afraid that she won't make it." We make haste to Breyden's vehicle, and soon we are speeding off to aid Anastasia, whom I do now fear is indeed dying. ...Anastasia POV... I do not feel well; my body is slowly giving in to whatever has taken me over from inside. It is like a cancer growing and eating me from within. I thought this would be instant, that if Sebastian had drunk me dry, that I would be long dead by now. The fear of dying now consumes me. I need to see Edward at once. "Eva! Eva! Eva!"

Anastasia: Skybound Pack “Princess, please smile a little bit. Your father is watching you, and he c… “Can cause a scene? He owns the party, remember.” I snorted, and she inhaled before giving me one of her puppy eyes. She knew me too well and definitely knows how to get my attention with those puppy eyes. “Don't do that now, Riley.” I shrugged, practicing one of my fake smiles, and when she was gone, I rolled my eyes.

Chapter 78. Tristan's POV. I looked at Anastasia while she drove. My mom already called her driver to pick her up, and we are currently on it way home right now. She hasn't said anything to me ever since we left the old woman's house. I bet she still was still finding it hard to believe that I was going to die in the end, but that was just the reality. My eyes were fixed on her, and she hasn't shared me a glance since.

″ Anas screamed in his usual manner. Anna rolled her eyes. ″I knew you guys would be awake by this time,″ she explained. ″Yeah right. And you couldn't call for how many days?″ Haniya said as she eyed Anna. ″I'm so sorry. I haven't really had time,″ she lied. ″Quite lying,″ Anas said. ″You forgot us so soon.″ He cried dramatically as he said this while Anna and Haniya laughed. ″I'm sorry,″ Anna said when she stopped laughing, ″But I never forgot you. You guys are my world.″