Anastasia Gleb Novels & Stories

Days later, a furious Leone burst into Anastasia's room while she was trying on new clothes. "Leone..." Anastasia saw him, tears welling up again, trying to reuse her old trick. "Shut up!" Leone grabbed her chin, his grip so tight she yelped in pain, "Tell me, besides redirecting the Soldatos and betraying the Volkov family, what else did you do behind my back?!" Anastasia was terrified by the vicious look in his eyes, stammering her denial: "N-no... I only did it because I love you so much..."

“Don’t be stubborn.” Anastasia merely rolled her eyes, a gesture of profound dismissal. But before she turned to go, she glanced at me, flashing a quick, conspiratorial wink. I was stunned, caught in the crossfire of their exchange, my mind reeling. Then, with a swish of her silk robe, she was gone, leaving the door ajar, a silent witness to the charged atmosphere that remained.

She looked at him quietly for a few minutes to sigh and finish dressing his wound to get up, but he pulled her to his feet and wrapped her arms around his neck and the other wrapped his arm around her waist to make her ashamed of her position like this. Anastasia closed her eyes and sighed deeply and opened them again and spoke: I don't know what you see in my eyes and I don't know what's going on..But I will tell you the truth..There is something inside me that is attracted to you, but I really don't know where it comes from..I don't know how to make it stop..Something that makes me feel reassured. And I'm with you..and that's the same thing that made my heart stop for fear when that man to

They had bullied her at every social gathering, ensuring that Elen would never have her debut in society. "You, you're all bullying me? Don't you know who my father is? You're all protecting that orphan?" Anastasia's voice echoed through the room, filled with anger and frustration. Elen had made up her mind. Stepping forward, she approached Anastasia with purpose, her lips parting to deliver words meant only for the young girl's ears. Elen's eyes blazed with an intense fire, her gaze enough to silence the young Anastasia. Leaning in close, her voice dripped with calculated precision and a quiet, menacing intensity. "Am I an orphan? Yes. But this 'orphan' will now become the princess of Adels

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

A voice came from behind the two. Gael and Leonard turned around in unison and they were both shocked at the sight of Ashton. Ashton was walking over with a woman and the two were holding hands. The woman had fair skin, she was slender with a narrow waist and her legs were long. She looked beautiful as her long hair danced lazily in the wind. Ashton was as dashing as always but his face was a little pale. Gael's mouth was wide open after seeing his grandson. Leonard on the other hand had his eyes fixed on Maya as his eyes flashed with a mysterious light. No one could tell what he was thinking about or what was so interesting about Maya.

“Eat properly.” Everyone watched as he took a bite from the same fork he had just used to feed her. Damien had always been particular about sharing his food, but here he was, breaking his own rules. Madam Callahan turned to Anastasia, curiosity in her eyes. “Anastasia… what do you do?” “I’m a designer,” Anastasia replied. “Like your sister?” Madam Callahan asked. Anastasia politely corrected her, “Like my mother. And, madam, you are mistaken. I’m an only child, I have no siblings.”

I responded. Anastasia closed the gap between us, her eyes stern. "Aren't you, Golem?" she said, her voice laced with frustration. "Go ahead and tell me. You forgot about my name!!! Who would ever believe that," she yelled. Taking a deep breath, she continued, "Or maybe it's just me overreacting. You probably hit your head somewhere while flying and suffered from amnesia, am I right?" She held me gently by the chin, examining my face. Suddenly, her eyes turned red with flames, and I could feel the heat of the fire burning within her as she demanded, "Whose lipstick is this, Golem? Don't tell me your dead mom kissed you now."

11 ADRIAN My stomach lurched as I watched Anne sidle up to Annalisa, a sly smile playing on her lips. Annalisa, blissfully unaware, was engrossed in a conversation with Beatrice. A prickle of unease ran down my spine. There was something about Anne’s posture, the way she held the wine glass a little too close to her body, that set off my internal alarm bells.

*** "Envious of you?" asked Anastasia with a mocking smile, "aren't you the one who is always jealous and envious of me? I'm perfect, aren't I? I'm beautiful, I'm talented, and I'm even able to get it on with a great actor like Leon Hale. You think I'm jealous just because everything you have is stolen?" Without further ado, Elora approached and looked Anastasia up and down with a condescending look. "Watch your language, Anastasia!" she snapped, then continued. "Ah, finally the bastard said something funny," she said coldly.