Anastasia Flower Novels & Stories

I was angry, I let my rage take over. She said she can't trust that I won't turn on her. And truthfully, I understand that. I can't trust that I won't turn my back on her unless we address the reason why I'm mean to her. Not my father, no that conversation doesn't need to leave my home. Anastasia is kneeling by one of the rose bushes and digging up the soil. She's analyzing the patch of damaged flowers and I don't get the purpose of that but it's whatever.

This gesture was more than an act of kindness; it was a testament to the inclusive and compassionate spirit that guided our community. "Anastasia was arriving today. She was going to be like my flower girl. She was going to pour the flowers in front of me." Anastasia’s role was both symbolic and endearing. As a flower girl, she represented innocence and the blossoming of new beginnings. Her presence was a reminder of the purity and hope that accompanied every new chapter in our lives. The ceremony was tomorrow, and everything was being handled by an event team, so I just had to show up on the day, and that would be all. The meticulous planning by the event team ensured that every detail was

***** Jackson and Ana pulled up to a fancy restaurant. Jackson held the car door open for Ana to exit while they were at the parking lot. "You understand that I am not requiring this from you; we are friends, so stop treating me special," holding her clutch firmly, Ana said. Her hair was braided and she was dressed in a white knee-length dress. Her womanly beauty throbbed every single heart that walked passed her. The gazes that met Anastasia paused momentarily in admiration. People were attempting to determine whether or not Anastasia was a star.

I didn't respond. "Perfect family, Perfect job. Perfect ways to get away with anything" I look her dead in her eyes and she glanced at me once before looking down and giving me beads and flowers to start the crowns.

‘Speaking of the devil’ ivy said smirking as Natasha rushed to them ‘You guys I’ve missed you’ Natasha squealed as she hugged both ivy and Chloe ‘We’ve missed you too’ Chloe said smiling as they disengaged from the hug. ‘Tasha why the hell did you dye your hair’ ivy asked in horror as she stared at Tasha’s pink hair ‘you do know it’s actually against the rules’. ‘I know besides the teachers can’t say anything since it’s just the first week of resumption’ Natasha replied flipping her hair stylishly ‘besides my new look resembles my favorite anime character’. ‘Uhmm can you b***hes keep shut, you don’t own this place ya know’ a girl says angrily, suddenly the whole place was quiet.

My gaze drifted over her. She wore a simple white summer dress scattered with tiny blue flowers. With thin shoulder straps, the dress bunches up around her thigh, exposing her pale knees and legs. She caught my stare and folded her arms across herself, shooting me a glare. “What?” I didn't reply, I turned and walked out, pulling the door shut behind me. **** ANASTASIA The door clicked shut behind him. I stared at it for a second before looking back at the invitation in my hand. The Blackwood family gala. A birthday party.

Dante concluded and walked out with his cupcake. Anastasia felt a sudden pain fill her heart and it coursed through her body but she decided to suck in the tears that seemed as though they wanted to spill. She sniffed Jessica and Esther shared a silent glance but didn't say anything as they watched Anastasia. “Let’s go to my bedroom. I need to be dressed and looking presentable for me to be outside,” Anastasia said to them and they followed her with the snacks. Anastasia got to her room and freshened up and put on her royal gown. When she was fully ready she stood up and she and her maids proceeded to the training ground.

Zeenat said "now you and Shayari Api both go and get ready as well." Zeenat said "Yes we will. You stay with Oorvi Bhabhi jaan we will be back soon." Shayari said and left with Azisha Shayari entered her room and got ready as soon as she could. She was looking beautiful in her Pink flowers work lehenga with heavy border and a deep cleavage green blouse with golden work over and a green net dupatta with thin border with stone embedded on it

Hard. On something soft. Grass? I blinked until my vision returned. I was standing in the middle of a field. The sky above was the wrong color—an iridescent grey-violet shimmer that moved even when the wind didn’t. I turned around. The door was gone. In its place stood a girl. Not Lana. Not me. Someone I didn’t know. She looked maybe ten. Braided hair. Barefoot. Wearing a nightgown that didn’t belong to this century.

I wasn't about to wreck a home. "So dumb." I wipe my eyes on my knees, but the tears don't stop. I look up and can see people making their way through the trees towards me. I sniff and rest my chin on my hands. My eyes trail down, and through my blurry vision, I can see dozens and dozens of flowers blooming around me. I furrow my brow, wiping at my eyes again and moving to sit on my knees and crouch over the flowers. I hadn't wiped my hands on the ground, but they were still blooming. Pink ones, purple, white. Still smaller than a quarter, but slightly bigger than the last ones I made bloom. And there were a lot more of these too. They continued to appear around where I sat as I watched.