Anastasia Gleb Novels & Stories

Anastasia was by her side, struggling to walk through the crowd as they searched for a less crowded spot. The fact that people around Elena stared at her was real. They glanced once, then looked again just to make sure that woman really existed. And no one could blame them. The black dress hugging her body, the white gold necklace, and the stiletto heels made the woman splendid. But at this point, any outfit would have suited her well. The women walked to the bar. Anastasia was wearing dark jeans and a low-cut T-shirt, something that emphasized every curve of her well-defined body. They didn't have to wait long to be served, after all, they were too beautiful to wait.

Lady Melissa asked when she got nearer to the girl. The girl turned at her voice, and what greeted Lady Melissa was one of the most beautiful girls she had ever seen. The girl looked older than her, probably 20 years old, blonde hair with green eyes. She was petite and standing next to Lady Melissa, she seemed smaller in size. She looked up and smiled at Lady Melissa. Even her smile was captivating! Who's this girl? "Lady Melissa Knight, is it? My name is Lady Anastasia Blackwell. I'm Prince Xavier's fiancée." She answered, all the while smiling at her.

[WARNING: TRIGGER WARNING CONTENTS!] Rostam Clawmark and Greko Blazul: "!!!" "No way! No way! That is a lie!" Anastasia, who discarded her mate, stomped her broken foot repeatedly as she stripped any soft countenance, revealing her crazy personality to the thousands of beasts she had seduced throughout to march for her bidding. "This all a bad dream! You're a pathetic woman! You should be a cannon fodder, a human furnace for us—the chosen ones! I dreamed of your demise over and over again! Why is it different? Why?"

In the Bratva world, watching your back was an unspoken rule. Anastasia waited for me in her office, and as I entered, she approached, greeting me with a kiss on the back of my hand. Anastasia Volkov, Mikhail's daughter, was an intriguing blend of grace and intensity. Her eyes held a certain depth, a silent storm that mirrored the tumultuous world she hailed from. Long, flowing locks framed a face that carried the weight of her lineage, a mixture of beauty and the unmistakable mark of the Volkov legacy. Her presence was both enigmatic and commanding, a testament to the resilience cultivated in the shadows of powerful bloodlines.

, Elena said and I furrowed my brows, they sure have talked a lot about me. “Oh Thank you. You don't look bad yourself too”, I said and she slightly rose a brow, I didn't miss the sharp glint in her eyes. I was not going to give her that satisfaction that she can talk to me the way she wants. I noticed she can conceal her emotions very well, She was only pretending to be nice but I knew her kind, she was just like Olivia. Slow poison. “Are you trying to insult my friend?”, Anastasia asked, hand on her waist as she was ready to start something.

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 blond girl indicates and I nod as well. “How old are you Anastasia?” I ask curious and she blushes so hard that I can actually feel her cheeks turn oxblood. “I’m eighteen years old” She asks and I look at her in awe. She doesn’t look eighteen at all, she looks twenty six and above! The actual hell! “Eighteen?” I ask in shock and she nods her head. “I see… and you Giselle?” “Eighteen as well Alpha Hardin” She replies and I nod. Well, she looks eighteen.

Because that little girl that seems to have just come of age was the most powerful woman they had ever seen. "Actually, Miss Anastasia, I don't think that there is a need to search for those jewelry anymore." One of the women stiffly spoke up, her voice trembling. "Uh? Why not?" Anastasia raised her eyebrow as she took a bite from the fruit in her hand, and the way she subconsciously licks the juice off her lips made Xander's eyes darken, even the ladies were mesmerized.

She blinked a few times just to be sure that Katia, Annalee, and Kira were really at her baby shower. Katia, the beautiful and limber Russian girl, the top earner at the Cobra Club. Blonde hair, innocent looking, and appeared several years younger than her true age of nineteen. That alone made her a valuable commodity at the club where she was known as Anastasia, the jewel of Russia.

“A person who lived in the past.” **** As soon as they were seated in their private jet, Isabella gazed at Mateo eagerly and with surprise. “Tell me about this woman,” she asked. Mateo responded with a nod as he swiped the tablet in front of him. “Her name is Anastasia Petrova. She spent time serving customers in the Krasnaia Zvezda bar, which was located in Moscow’s Red Square district.” Isabella grew more interested as her eyes widened. “How did she relate to Luca?”