Anastasia Died Novels & Stories

He walked towards me and still, didn't take his eyes away from me. I couldn't help myself but to stare at his rounded brown eyes . " Are you trying to escape?" His deep voice echoed in the room. I feel the authority on how he speak. As if I am his territory. I couldn't move where I was standing and just bent down my head because I couldn't speak due of the shock and fear. "I already own you, Anastasia. And from now on, you're going to live here."

They were survivors, warriors of light, and as long as they held onto each other, they knew they would never be defeated. "Is no one going to mention the fact that this place blew the fuck up and I don't even know how?" Luciana nearly tore at her hair. Anastasia laughed, even though she felt like she was in a fever dream. What happened really? She could not explain. There was a man who had killed her once, and now…..he was dead. Or was he? That was the part she didn't know. Why did he explode when she remove…. She glanced at her hand, then she looked up. The necklace was strange. Bottle like, and she popped the top….

I freakin’ hate secrets! “Gabriel? Hector,” I question, looking up at her tired face. She brings her thumb to my cheek and wipes a tear away. “Both alive, barely. That’s all quiet too. I heard someone say Hector might be paralyzed. They’ve lost their Beta and a few others. I doubt they’ll have a pack if either one of them dies let alone both. They took me out of desperation, some guy… He was mean, real mean. Didn’t speak English or didn’t want me to think he did. Hugo, that’s what someone called him. It was Hector’s mom that made them let me go though they were awfully pissed about it,” she says, nodding.

“Bullshit! You dumped Anastasia when she was obviously carrying your baby.” "That's not my baby. It belongs to Viktor.” "What!" Mila is increasingly confused by all the things that are happening around her. The world is really small. Unknowingly she has connected to those around her in mysterious ways. "Don't try to trick me. Anastasia was clearly living with you from the start. Then you dumped her for another woman. You killed Anastasia and her baby.” "She killed herself of her own free will." "She didn't do it of her own free will. Don’t move!"

Alexander pov “Arianna's fate is already sealed. She’s already dead in the eyes of the world, Kael. You’ve broken her in ways I can’t even begin to understand. And yet, you still treat her like some pawn in your game. It’s sick. It’s beneath you. You’re a man with power, with options, and yet you’ve chosen this. You’ve chosen to twist her, break her, and push her to the edge of sanity."

It weighs more than my broken pointe shoes because dreams are heavy when they die. How did we get here? I am Anastasia Volkov. Anya to the few who still care. Daughter of Dimitri Volkov, once the king of oil and steel. Before the crash, our name opened every door in Moscow. Papa’s parties filled three floors. Crystal chandeliers, Caviar Mountains, women in diamonds that hurt to look at. I wore silk dresses that cost more than cars, soft against my skin, bright like candy. I smiled for the cameras, teeth perfect, chin high. “The Volkov princess,” they called me in magazines and at parties. I hated the name; it sounded weak, like a doll.

CHAPTER 59 IN those times Anastashia could not wait to take many steps again. She doesn't want to immediately stop her plans to prevent people from blowing up. Anastasia is in bed now. She was staring at the ceiling. She wondered if all the people in that building were dead. All she wants is the death of powerful people in the secret world. "How many of them are alive?" she just asked herself. At that time, she also thought that there might be many lives in the explosion she did.

He grabs Anastasia by the hair lifting her off her feet. “That was foolish young witch,” says Alastor. “Maybe so but at least Malayah doesn’t have more blood on her hands.” Anastasia moves to strike Alastor but he uses his claw to slit her throat and drops her. We can hear her struggle to breath before finally finding peace. She knew she was going to die and still saved my daughter from having to be the one to kill her. Alastor turns to the camera. We surprisingly look very similar. I would think we were twins.

my mother asked weakly. “Mom, it’s me—Anastasia Clinton, your only daughter,” I told them. “B-but Daniel said… you were dead…” she stammered, clearly just as weak as my father. I immediately showed them the necklace around my neck, and they both began to cry, finally realizing I was truly alive. “O-our child… our daughter…” my mother cried. “We’re leaving this place, Mama, Papa. You’re coming with me, so we can get you both treated,” I said gently. But my mother shook her head and said,

"How can I forget that you are the dumbest woman to marry into this family and think you can be Richard Hill's wife? Our Young Master will be thrilled to have you as his soulmate. What a foolish girl! I was wondering how long it would take you to decay here in this room." Anastasia's worry was tangible as she realized that all her worst imaginings were now becoming a reality. As she tried to comprehend the situation, she felt her chest tighten and her throat grow dry. Her palms grew damp with sweat as she asked with a trembling voice, seeking reassurance from someone, anyone who could offer it. "Why are you saying that? I did not come here to die!" she asked.