Anastasia Died Novels & Stories

I noticed a large wound on her stomach. “Is he… dead?” she breathed. “He is,” I replied. “That’s good… that’s… good…” She was shaking and pale, and I watched as her eyes slowly fluttered shut. “Ana! Ana!” -Anastasia- I had never felt such peace.Everything was light and good. There was no pain. “Ana!” “Mom?” I recognized that voice. It belonged to my mother. I looked around the bright light, but I couldn’t see anything.

"You are also the best, my love. There is no woman more beautiful and sensual than you. I love you, Dianne." Their conversation made Anna's body stiffen. Anna moved closer to the door. Her eyes peered through the crack of the open door. Her chest heaved as she saw Dianne lying on her bed with Jason on top of her, moving his hips. Anna covered her mouth and shook her head. Her husband and half-sister, whom she trusted so much, were now betraying her.

How dare they? Anne came to meet me. “Annalissa, why did you do that? How could you dare to kill them? After everything they have done for you, for us? Why did you decide to make me an orphan?” She began bawling and banging the table. Spencer walked over to stop her, then he enveloped her in his arms. I stared at them, frozen in shock. Spencer signaled for the jailer. “Carry out the execution,” he ordered, just loud enough for me to hear.

“No… This can’t be…” I collapsed onto the floor, feeling as though my heart had been torn into pieces. Dante was really dead. The man who had once gently traced the scars on my body and promised to protect me for the rest of my life was gone forever. I closed my eyes, unable to stop the tears from spilling over. Just then, Blair steadied me. She exchanged a look with Catherine and Chloe. The three of them shared a complicated, unspoken understanding.

Being young and beautiful, Celeste is the only daughter of the Marcon Family and was raised by Don Andres Marcon and Dona Saffira Marcon in their province. She was known to be an in-demand event stylist and a successful event planner. Everything is fine with her life, but she doesn’t remember anything about her childhood to her adolescence. She always felt that something was always missing in her life –not until she found out the truth when an unknown man came named Allastair and he claimed that she was his.

"Not so fast." I sighed looking at him, I was kind of looking forward to my exit after 'Tada bitches'. "Aww c'mon. I just need some fresh air." "If you don't join, you die. Ace would join again after your death, you know under depression and Dylan and Max too, probably Sean as well. Oh wonderful! Your death is the solution to all." Anastasia said happily like she had just solved the toughest math question ever. I stared at her blankly, wondering which mental institute was the nearest. "Killing me will only result in Bryan getting extremely pissed off and killing you along with your dogs." I stated flatly.

My face was white. “No one threatens the Volkovs' and goes free.” Anastasia's cold voice broke the silence. “You shouldn't have done that.” Mikhail said, holding me as tears escaped my eyes. Anastasia walked to his side, feeling his temperature and pulse. “He’s dead.” She announced and I froze. “No way!”

Without a word from Francisco, she was about to leave. "Wait, can you fetch me a sparkling water?" Janine requested as she caressed Francisco's nape. "How are you, dear?" she asked. "I am home… why are you so quiet?" "Anastasia—is alive," he muttered. "What are you talking about?" She frowned. "What if she's alive?" Janine stood. "She's dead! Anastasia is dead, so stop obsessing over her. Now I am here, make it up to me."

He jumped away and it hit Anastasia. Anastasia flew into the air from the impact and then fell against a tree. She felt like a car had run over her. The pain was too much to describe. "All she can say she feels like dying" Anastasia wanted to see the world for the last time but her version was dark. Anastasia put her hand on her belly and caressed it softly. "I am sorry babies. Mommy failed you. Forgive me," Anastasia whispered before losing consciousness.. 5 Years Later

"Ma'am, please, this isn't the best way to go about this." I stepped back, my chest heaving with anger and sorrow. "You’re right," I said, my voice trembling. "But I won’t let them win." Stephanie smirked. "Good luck with that. You’re alone in this fight, Anastasia!" I glared at her. "I may be down, but I’m not out. You and Antonio will regret this, I promise!!” I turned and left the office, my mind racing. The pain and betrayal were almost too much to bear, but I knew I couldn’t give up. My father’s health and our family’s legacy depend on me.