Anastasia Flower Novels & Stories

he opened a door, light flooded in and I realised we were in a wardrobe, the soft things I had felt were clothes, he left the wardrobe, and I heard a gasp "Mali? What are you doing, you shouldn't be here" a girls voice was saying, but then she went quiet and I heard a moan, I gasped, no way am I listening to that, so I jumped out too, the girl screamed, Mali covered her mouth and he glared at me I just shrugged, I didn't need to explain I'm the queen. Once she stopped struggling he let go "Who is this?" She whispered "I'm Anastasia" I offered my hand but she was furious

Nektarios is very unpredictable. “You know what, Anastasia? Let me get you my signature incense that relaxes you so much. I need to get the ingredients from the greenhouse. Will that do?” she asked. Anastasia acted like she was thinking it through for a moment. “All alright, just because you offered nicely.” She uttered with a flip of her hair. Amaltea laughed heartily, “You never cease to amaze me, girl. But I will let it slide. Enjoy the moment as much as you can.”

“Hello this is Stella speaking.” “Hi Stella. I am Anastasia, Nathan’s wife.” Before you say anything, she doesn’t know anything about the divorce. I heard her clear her throat. “Sorry I was on leave today so I got a little distracted.” She said laughing. Is she high? I could hear her shushing someone. “Do you want me to call later?” “NO. Who are you again?” She already forgot, this might not be the right time. But then again, she said she is fine. “Anastasia, your boss’s wife.”

she answered with an assertive tone “Yes mother” I answered almost whispering. “Me and Ryan’s mothered are both seeing wedding planners and available Hall’s so we can set a proper date, and you have a wedding dress fitting this weekend, I picked the perfect gown for you” “Almost sounds as if you are the one getting married “ Mr Jaxon butt in jokingly. “That’s because Anastasia knows that I’ll only do what’s best for her“ she countered “How rich, or what’s best for you” I thought as I looked at her, all I could do was smile back at her.

I packed up my things eagerly, while a tear rolled down my cheek. I’m Anastasia Farrow a 26 year old independent woman, what can I say? I’m ambitious and I always stand for what is right. Even if I have to stand against my employer, I didn’t mind, so long as it was for the good of others. I am competent, precocious and excellent at whatever I do, I hate to fail at anything, mainly due to the failed marriage between my parents. They had gotten separated when I was 16, I was in high school and had to leave New York with my mum, and move to Europe, Ireland. Which was about 7 to 8 hours away, I had no way of going back to see my dad. “I guess I would have to find a more satisfying job,” I said t

Her nipples are rock hard as they can be felt through her shirt. I wish we were people who could walk around butt, ass naked right now. She lay her hand on my chest to push me away, but I grabbed it and held it there. She watches me with hooded eyes and her eyes are dilated. One taste. Just one taste. I don't know who lean in first, but our lips met in a hot, sizzling kiss. Fuck, her lips are soft. Fuck. >>>>>>>>>>> Hi guys! How are you doing today? So for private reasons, I'll be changing the book title to "Ashanti". I feel like that is much better and will be the best decision for my book!

Fuck, I should own that pussy from now on, from the way it accepted me and responded to my fucking touch. I had never seen a girl that wet right in my hands; she’s full of life and sweetness. I couldn’t keep my dick calm as I went wild in my imagination while I fingered her. Coupled with the fact that her beige eyes captured all my attention, she’s beautiful as hell. Anastasia has the kind of beauty of a princess who has been living in the castle since she was born and living a luxurious kind of life, but her story says otherwise. Although she doesn’t look like she came from an orphanage home, she looks royal and noble.

i needed the bitterness to clear the fog from my brain. The bathroom door finally opened, the sound of the lock clicking loudly in the quiet room. Anastasia walked out, she had already put her clothes back on. Her hair was damp from the shower, combed back away from her face. Her blouse was buttoned all the way to the top collar, hiding her collarbones completely. She was wearing her gray blazer, her posture stiff and professional once again. She looked like the Chief Executive Officer of the Black corporation, not the woman who had held onto my shoulders in the dark.

Just his eyes burning into mine. He was for a fourteen year old. I let him into my life, he held on the bumpy ride. I put up my first flower on the wall that day, next to a butterfly. It was a rose.

If it was any other man, I bet they'd loose their senses before they can count one to two. Casey has the shape and skills to get a man's cock to rise at her command, but... Her stunts can't work on me, no matter how hard she tries. That's because when I look at Cassandra, I always see a copycat, who's trying so hard to shape herself into the woman who came into the life of a dangerous man like myself, and stole my heart in a blink of an eye. Only Anastasia can make my body rise at her own touch. She's the only one who has that right to my heart, my soul, my body... Fuck!