Anastasia Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

I took a deep breath then nodded. “I won't give up. I'll fight for Levi" He smiled then patted my hair. “Good girl. I'll leave now, okay?" I nodded then watched as he walked away before walking back into my room and closing the door behind me. Anastasia may be using cheap means to win Levi's favor but I was never going to manipulate Levi into falling in love with me. • ~ANASTASIA~ I Smiled up at Levi as he placed me on the bed.

she threatens me. “No, wait, please, I promise you this will never happen again…” I can’t hide the terror in my voice, I can only imagine what Dimitri is going to do when he finds out I was kissing a random guy at the mall. “Shut up! I don’t want to hear you. You are going to pay for this, you silly girl,” Anastasia looks at me with disdain. She despises me and she just found a perfect way to make me suffer. She is aware that her son’s reaction to the news is not going to be pretty.

That she only intended to help the woman called Daniella. Anastasia also did not deny Antony's accusation that she had malicious intent on Antony and Claire's relationship. And she openly admitted that she was jealous of Claire. The two teenagers listened to everything behind the wall where they were hiding. For the first time in her life, after keeping her distance from her father, Flavia felt increasingly afraid of Antony. Antony's angry glare at Anastasia made Flavia feel afraid that she might find herself in that woman's shoes. Although her father had always had a flat expression, he had never looked at her with such an angry gaze.

His veins popped as he spoke, and his eyes darkened, indicating his anger. “Oh, Jacob. No one would have believed me a year ago. Who would believe a poor and powerless girl? No one would.” Anna replied, and her eyes suddenly lit up. “But, I am no longer that poor and powerless girl, Jacob. I am now Anastasia Reyes, wife to the richest man in Australia. Who wouldn’t believe me now?” She laughed at the terrified look on Jacob’s face when he realized she was right. “Does this mean that Tristian knows?” He asked, and Anna shook her head.

The faint clink of the glass, the rush of the faucet—it all became a lifeline. But no amount of noise could drown out the pounding in my chest. Because inside, one truth pulsed like a bruise: He was slipping back into their lives. And I didn’t know if I was strong enough to stop it. The rest of breakfast unfolded in pieces, a mosaic of uneasy fragments. Anastasia chatted endlessly—about her doll, about her friend Millie’s new puppy, about how she wanted her pancakes to look like butterflies next time. Her voice was bright and innocent, the way only a child untouched by betrayal could be.

I whispered to her “I’ll be your rock, your wall, and the one to hold you when you know that you can’t stand. But for now, I know that you don’t like anyone seeing you in this state” “It hurts, Elijah. As much as I’m trying to be in control, I’m trying to be professional, trying to look at the fact that this would be solved. How the bloody hell is it going to be? Hell, is it going to be solved to begin with? Are we ever going to find the blood bastard?” Anastasia asked pulling away to sit down. I sighed and got on my knees in front of her, taking her hands in my own.

Celeste says with a loving smile and gives herself a break to hold onto Anastasia's shoulders and massage them, "You look just like Dad when you're stressed. This isn't a life or death situation, babe, chill." "I'm super chill," Anastasia responds, forcing herself to relax. She drops her shoulders down and takes a few breaths with the help of her sister, "But this is a disaster. Three things have gone wrong so far and..." “Oh, no. Three things!” Celeste mocks with a gasp, "I promise, we will survive. And you still have it handled." "Of course I do," Ana scoffs with complete confidence, making me smile, "It's just annoying when things don't happen exactly like I had them in my mind. Also, you

When I returned—heels echoing, dress swishing like a warning—I saw it. Her. Anastasia. Leaning against the study’s door frame like she was auditioning for “Desperate Housewives of Billionaire Estates.” Inside, Jace stood stiff as a skyscraper. Hands in his pockets. Jaw clenched so hard I could hear the tension. Anastasia was slinking toward him like a cat in heat. “I’m just saying,” she purred, voice syrupy and desperate. “Our union would make headlines. You and me? It would be a royal event. Everyone around the world would be watching…”

She's boiling! Anastasia's face had gone all red. She was angry and didn't feel like listening to what I had to say about her step sister. "Can you stop talking about her? I don't want to hear anymore." "But why? I am trying to pin out something to you. Now if the Alpha's Luna has a thing for me, then that means I have to play along and get her to spill the bean. You'll be handling Damian and I'll be with Cassandra." "What if it's just a mistake?" She asked, frowning at this. "Casey hates you. She has been saying so many terrible things about you and... And I had to stand my ground and shun her."