Anastasia Flower Novels & Stories

“She … can … stop … time.” Caius’s brows rose higher and higher with each word. “She can stop time.” Knight slapped his phone down. On the screen was an internet search on various types of flowers. “Did you know there’s a type of chrysanthemum called chrysanthemum Anastasia?” I set the letter down and took another sip of whiskey. There wasn’t nearly enough to make me inebriated, but it did help take the edge off.

I just wanted to be busy because my mind wandered off to Killian at any opportunity it got. The more the thought of him crept into my mind, the more haunted I was. "You can help me with the pastries," he replied. After five hours of incessant work, we were finally done. I rushed back to have a quick shower and in no time I was back at the main building. Anastasia was all dolled up. She was wearing a red backless mini leather dress that pushed up her boobs and barely covered her butt. While her shoe was a pair of black Chanel heels.

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.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

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.

Hopefully, he doesn't sneak out or I’m dead if Lily sees him. The second floor was quiet. Good. Maybe the others were downstairs. I descended the stairs and immediately heard laughter and conversation from the common area. Passing the hallway, I spotted Anastasia by the window, giggling on the phone. She was a 20-year-old college junior here in Southville—super friendly and chatty. Fair skin, curly hair, cute upturned nose, thin lips. Honestly, girl could pass for a beauty queen. She waved when she noticed me, so I flashed a quick smile back.

"I don't want the grape vines to die." I pitied these vines, which seemed worthless to outsiders. I pitied myself too, who seemed worthless to outsiders. At midnight, Kash sent me home. I stood in the yard for a long time. There were many flowers planted here, almost all of which Jeffrey liked. I picked these flowers in turn and packed them. The tulip was planted after Jeffrey saw the wonderful colors it had. The Daisy, representing purity and love, was brought back by Jeffrey after watching a ballet performance. The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park.

I sighed from relief being back in his arms. "I missed you, Flower," Derek whispered as he inhaled my scent. "I missed you too," I replied "That's enough; the two of you need to get ready to be crowned. Derek, you go with your father, and Rose, let's go get ready," Aunt Lisa said, tearing me away from Derek. I was tired of being separated from him and became frustrated. I could feel that Derek was feeling the same way. "It's okay, Flower. Once we are down with today, no one will ever be able to pull you away from me again," he mind-linked me, causing me to smile.

"Yea? It's a lily? What about it?" My answer made him snicker as he turned his head in my direction. "It's not a lily. It's called Elnea. It's a flower tended to by the flora fairies that used to follow Eleanor's orders. The sword was what Eleanor knew how to use the best. Eleanor smells like Elnea." So, the flowery scent I smell on Eleanor is Elnea? "So, it has nothing to do with your glory?"

While Thallia is obviously looks uncomfortable in her seats. "Thally relax." She said. "They are looking at us." Thallia whispered at her. "So what? They can only look after all. Just let them." Anastasia said and shrug. Then she turned to look at the cashier and smirk when she notice that the crown prince is looking at them. "Thally, Im thirsty. Order us some coffee." She said to Thallia and showed her a puppy eyes. Anastasia doesn't know why is she acting like this. She's not naturally like that. Maybe Abigail is taking over the body... and Anastasia will let her.