Anastasia Died Novels & Stories

“Please, let me go! I just want to leave. You’ve taken everything from me—my husband, my unborn child, and my dignity. Just let me go!” But Anastasia grasped my hair, forcing me to look into her eyes. “You are the biggest thorn in my side. As long as you’re alive, Howard will never be mine. I’m not foolish enough to let you live; you have to die. Besides, what will you do with your life now? As you said, you’ve lost everything. People in your situation usually take their own lives. Why don’t you do the same so I can benefit from it?”

They knew that they would be dead if they did anyway. “Leonardo and Gabriella left the house” I said coldly as I sat on my bed, thinking of what my mate and son told me. At that moment, I was just thankful that they came here to assure me before going into hiding “Anastasia is dead; but things are going to be a little more complicated with getting our information from now on” “Don’t worry, the family would be too torn up for them to process what is happening anyway” he said, shrugging his shoulders “plus, didn’t we have a second plan for that?”

"She seems pretty chilly." Diego’s voice was steady, but there was a hint of uncertainty. "She’s gotta do the rest. The blood needs time to flow. I didn’t really expect her to just open her eyes, but I wasn’t exactly sure what I wanted to happen either." He shook his head, trying to make sense of the situation. "From here on out, it’s a shot in the dark. Anastasia is definitely dead. Things are unusual because some strange forces are at play. I already mentioned it wasn’t a sure thing." Frederick’s eyes darkened with frustration. "That’s not good enough for me." His chest heaved as he placed his hand forcefully beside hers. "Man, I messed up big time. It’s all on me, every bit of it!"

She supported herself on her elbows while Alex helped her in sitting up on the mattress. "I want to die," suddenly these words came out of her mouth. "I don't want to live anymore," she said in a dejected tone. "Let's die together then," Alex stated. Anastasia skeptically gazed at him. "What will happen after we die!?" He questioned her. "Our families will mourn for us for a day or two and then everything will be back to its track. Did you not promise your father that you would make him proud? Did you not want his name to be respected by everyone?"

A.n hi lovely readers, welcome to my new book, quick warning, I don't like describing things, like clothes, and housing, I find it boring, if you don't like it sorry, If you don't understand something please ask, I'll be happy to answer any questions. On that note please enjoy. My name is Anastasia, I am twenty years old and I have black hair and brown eyes, my mother died, in a car accident when I was thirteen, since then it's been just dad and I.

Anna told Dylan and then she took the last of her drink. “Good night Dylan, thank you for listening.” She said to Dylan and then she pecked him on his cheek and then she walked up the stairs to her room leaving Dylan alone. Dylan stayed at the bar, just staring at his empty glass. Anastasia was right in a way, her childhood friend Dylan was dead. The scared little boy who lost his parents and had everything taken away from him was dead, in his place was who he was today. So there was no use in telling her the truth.

Her enigmatic words only took me a moment to get what she meant. "Something was wrong with her?" I asked. Anastasia nodded. "She was dying. She sacrificed herself to save my sister's life," she said with a grim look. "Three years ago, there was an attempted assassination on Alexandra. She was attacked by the hunters. My ex-lover, Nikol, betrayed her." The mention of her ex's name shocked me. "Nikol?" I said. "You knew her?" "She killed Roza," I said. "Roza was my sister's companion since they were young."

“What are you talking about?” Anastasia smiled. Slowly. Cruelly. “I have evidence,” she said softly, looking directly at me now. “Evidence that Elena killed Viktor.” The words hit me like ice water. “What?” My voice cracked completely. Anastasia’s smirk widened slightly at my reaction. “There it is,” she murmured. “The panic.” “I didn’t kill Viktor,” I whispered immediately. But suddenly even my own voice sounded weak. Unconvincing. Because God….! Everything looked terrible.

she taunts me… I knew that much. I smile brightly. “You think I didn’t think of that. You’re going to die Anastasia. You’re going to die at my hands and I’m going to enjoy every single second of it. and someone is going to spend the rest of their lives behind bars for it. I have the perfect plan you know. One of Axel’s ex-lovers killed you because they wanted Axel all to their selves. How does that sound Ana? You and your babies die for nothing, and I don’t pay for killing you?” I give her a smug smile crossing my arms.

"Don't worry. It will pass. He just thought of an unpleasant moment." "Margaret, tell me, what happened to his mother? I asked her. "I don't think I'm the one to tell you this." "Richard won't tell me. I want to know so I can get to know him better. Please tell me." She sighed. "Some of Richard's enemies killed her, Laura." she told me. "Richard tried to do something, but he couldn't save her.." "But ... how did it happen?" I couldn't believe it. "One day he came home and didn't find her. He only found a videotape next to her bed." she sighed again. "He released it ... and he had to watch his mother cry for help...."