Anastasia Gleb Novels & Stories

He doesn’t agree with Kael, and so Kael gives him cold shoulders while he busies himself with preparations for the Cup, law school, and a mysterious lady who smells absurdly good. As soon as they got to the reserved group discussion room, he was once again slapped in the face by her scent. He had to close his eyes and breathe in the heavenly scent, before keeping himself in check in case he looked weird in front of her. Kael found her sitting in the middle of the U-shaped table, typing on her keyboard before her eyes went to them—him. “Oh!” she quietly gasps and stands. “It’s a pleasure to meet you all. I am Divina Anastasia, but you can just call me Anna.”

She has black eyes and blonde braids. “I am so sorry to scare you like that mam.” “It’s okay. You are?” “I am Anastasia, Mrs. Rodrigues. But please call me Stasia. I am the housekeeper. It’s nice to meet you.” “Hi Ana, it’s nice to meet you too. And call me Aanya.” “You look beautiful, Mrs Rodri- I mean Aanya. I see you have explored the first floor, I will take you to the second one and show you your room so you can rest.”

I was even quiet the whole time Gage drove me back to my place while he kept talking to me about anything he could think of which was good because it wouldn't make me look awkward being with him. As soon as I got inside my place, I sigh heavily and felt something heavy inside my chest. Anastasia Meester. Who could you be? I mentally ask myself while I pull my laptop out. Romano said that she was like me and she wasn't famous too. She wasn't as huge as Gage's famous exes. She's just a regular girl like me and Gage even fell in love with her. Anastasia Meester. I typed her name on Twitter and a lot of account that were named as Anastasia Meester appeared before me.

"But don't think you'll be able to hide from us for long. Richard will tear you apart if he finds out what you did to Jerry." As Selena finished speaking, a tense silence filled the room. Everyone knew that Richard was not someone to be messed with, and Selena's words hung in the air like a warning. Anastasia huffed a breath as she spoke, her eyes flashing with a cold fury. "Pray for yourself," she hissed, "that I will not return. And if I do, you had better hide in your room, for the destruction I will bring is something you cannot even imagine." Her tone was filled with contempt for those who had taken advantage of her generosity, and she made it clear that she would not hesitate to seek r

DIEGO "Anastasia is Mr De Great's biological child. He later got married to his second wife Linda De Great, who already had a daughter named Cassandra," My informant shared, talking to me on the phone. I was listening to him from one of my set while looking at the pictures he sent to the other phone. They were photos of Anna and her family, all happy and jovial together. In most of the pictures, she was with her father more. It showed that he loved her so much, more than his second wife and step daughter.

she stuttered “ then I don’t see the issue of you coming back with me?” I questioned “ I just I’m not going back there” she mumbled walking out of the kitchen “ there has to be something she isn’t telling us” Creed addressed “ she isn’t hiding something, she has a past in the US. One that you can tell wasn’t so pleasant. Instead of pressuring her to go back Alexander maybe try to find out why she’s so hell bent on not” grandma shrugged walking out of the kitchen as well

My hair was swept back into a severe, elegant chignon, and my makeup was a mask of cold perfection. Daniel stood by my side, his hand possessively on my elbow as he introduced me to a rotation of European dignitaries. He was glowing, fueled by the ego of having "fixed" me. "Anastasia is finishing her dual degree," he told a Swiss minister, his voice booming with a false warmth. "She’s the future of the Drewmore interests." I smiled when I was supposed to. I laughed at the right intervals. But inside, I was screaming. The air in the ballroom felt thin, recycled by a hundred wealthy lungs. Every diamond around my neck felt like a link in a chain.

My tone came out bitter than I had intended. "Does he treat you well?" she was clearly ignoring my question. "At least, he respects me," I retorted. "And I can't deny what's between him and me." For a moment, I wished I hadn't said that. I could feel Anastasia's body stiffened against mine. We were alone and far from anyone. She could have done all harms to me, and I wouldn't be able to take her down even with all my years of training. Anastasia Romanov wasn't a normal vampire. I had witnessed her strength and ability to attack our hunters. A fraction of my mind had been constantly warning me of this fierce princess.

"Thank you, Karla." Natalie and Luciano hovered supportively, diffusing with easy charm. "Eliot, Karla—join us at the VIP table." Natalie suggested brightly, steering them inside. A sleek black Rolls-Royce purred to a stop, its door opening to reveal Anastasia. She stepped out like a storm in human form, her emerald gown—deceptively similar to Natalie's—clinging scandalously low, slit high on one thigh to reveal a toned leg. Blonde waves cascaded artfully, red lips curved in a predatory smile, but her eyes blazed with hidden fury. She scanned the carpet, locking on Howard and Charlotte, jealousy twisting her features into a fleeting snarl before she schooled it into sultry poise.

I don't even know what accent she was attempting; all I know is she sounded ridiculous. "What on earth is that accent you're putting on, Ana?" I snapped. She whipped around to look at me "Do not call me that! My name is not Ana, and it's not Anastasia! My name," she continued calmly coming towards me, "is Anastausia. Say it with me, sister, repeat after me," she sat on my bed and said very slowly "Ana-" then looked at me and motioned with her hands for me to repeat. Feeling too tired to fight, I amused her, "Ana-" I responded with some sarcasm. She looked at me sternly and finished "stausia. Ana-Stausia is how it's pronounced. extra emphasis on the U," she informed me. Stunned, the only resp