Anastasia Flower Novels & Stories

or so. Talking about Anastasia, she's like the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Is either because I haven't seen a lot of girls, or is really because she's pretty. Her eyes are so unique, she has three colors in them... a shade of blue, grey and black. And it comes out nicely, giving her pretty structured face a beautiful look. "What? Why are you staring at me that way." She snapped her finger in my face, eyeing me with a questioning look.

Still, I swallow the lump in my throat and ask, “Can’t you reschedule your meeting instead? This is important, Evans…” “Come on, Georgia The pack duties and my business are more import—” He doesn’t even get the chance to finish before a voice cuts through the air—sweet, soft, and utterly grating to my ears. “Alpha Evans! I’m here!” My heart lurches. I spin around, only to see Anastasia practically skipping toward us, a stack of documents clutched tightly in her arms. She looks… flawless. A sleek pencil skirt hugs her hips, and a cropped top shows off just enough to turn heads. Her hair is styled to perfection, not a strand out of place.

The memory made her blush, and she bit into her cheeks, holding her bouquet of flowers. "I bet you a thousand bucks that our sister has that look because she's thinking of doing the dirty deed with our brother." Anastasia Stark almost had Eve jerking in surprise when she suddenly spoke in her ear, a mischievous smile reaching her eyes. Eve turned to her sister-in-law to be and her cousins, all who were dressed in beautiful floral bridesmaid dresses which had also been custom made for them. "Yes, that's actually what I'm thinking of, you know, one time, we did it in your room, Anna. The floors and bed were so..."

She smelled of wolf. Full wolf, not the suppressed register I was projecting behind the Switch, not the dampened human-baseline signal I was broadcasting as Lyanna Black. The real thing, clean and particular, the scent of a bloodline with depth in it, the specific compound of someone high-born and aware of it and comfortable with the awareness. My Silver Dawn receptors catalogued it automatically. High rank. Not the highest in this compound, but high enough to move through it with the proprietary ease she was currently demonstrating. I kept my face exactly where it was and did not let the cataloguing show.

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.

her lips were curled into a soft, welcoming smile. I offered a small smile in return before muttering a soft "Hello" Lilo looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to say my name, but then sighed when she realized I wasn't going to. "Colleen, this is Rosalya, but she also goes by Rosie. She's Calix’s human mate!", Lilo said like if she were a proud mom. Oh my gosh, this girl. Colleen gasped, clamping her hands to her mouth with widened eyes. I shrunk into the bed a little as I wasn't really liking her reaction.

asked Keira with a twinkle in her eyes. "Just a moment, princess." Langit took something in his car, a bouquet of flowers that he had prepared earlier gave to Keira. "Sky..." "Your favorite, pink rose." Keira received the flower with a happy feeling, kissing it repeatedly. Her face lited up, her eyes twinkeled. Keira always liked when Langit gave her pink roses, a flower that was always beautiful to her and had a story. "Pink roses, not pink marmots." Langit smiled warmly then kissed Keira's forehead softly. "I like pink, because in that color, I seem could see you."

Anastasia One by one, the shewolves step forward, each offering a flower. White petals pass into my hands, soft and light, almost glowing in the quiet light around us. There's something about them that tugs at my chest—like I’m being trusted with something fragile and beautiful at the same time. Each flower feels like a piece of something bigger. I don’t even try to hold back the smile pulling at my lips. It grows with every step they take toward me, with every petal added to my arms.

“Some things can’t wait, Mother.” The air crackles. They’re smiling, but it’s a duel. Every word a blade. Anastasia steps closer, diamonds flashing. “You always did have… peculiar taste,” she says, eyes raking over my dress, my bare back, my trembling fingers clutching Nicholas’s sleeve. “Tell me, darling,” she addresses me directly, voice honey over broken glass, “what exactly is it you do? Model? Influencer? Or are you one of those girls who just… spreads her legs for the right last name?”

"Yes, Assistant Jack.” Damien heard a gentle knock, and then the door opened, revealing Anastasia standing there and looking radiant. His usually cold expression softened instantly as she entered while holding a cheerful bouquet of sunflowers which was cute but a little silly and a small brown bag was also in her hand. Before he could say a word, she darted over, set the bag down, and slid into his lap while planting two big and warm kisses on his cheeks.