Anastasia Gleb Novels & Stories

I packed up my things eagerly, while a tear rolled down my cheek. I’m Anastasia Farrow a 26 year old independent woman, what can I say? I’m ambitious and I always stand for what is right. Even if I have to stand against my employer, I didn’t mind, so long as it was for the good of others. I am competent, precocious and excellent at whatever I do, I hate to fail at anything, mainly due to the failed marriage between my parents. They had gotten separated when I was 16, I was in high school and had to leave New York with my mum, and move to Europe, Ireland. Which was about 7 to 8 hours away, I had no way of going back to see my dad. “I guess I would have to find a more satisfying job,” I said t

“I don’t care, Gregor! I will fucking fight you—move away now!” “Let her in!” I barked, slamming my glass down onto the desk with enough force to make the liquid jump. The door burst open, and there she was—Anastasia, storming in like a whirlwind in heels. She was dressed in what must have been her bridesmaid gown, an elegant thing that clung to her with tailored perfection. Her hair was pulled into an updo, her makeup pristine, her heels clicking with authority. But the cracks in her mask were obvious. A single strand of hair had escaped and fallen across her forehead. Her eyes twitched with tension, her hands were clenched into trembling fists.

he demanded. “I’m cleaning the marquee.” She smiled happily at Rafa Mariano. “Get down...” he commanded. Then he entered the cinema followed by a girl that she knows very well. Anastasia Gill is the most popular girl in their town. She was the reigning town beauty queen and she was also very rich. The Gill and the Mariano are known to be constantly partnering in business and now, a budding closeness between the two most popular beautiful people in their town.

Crueler. “Son,” she says again, the single word dripping disdain. Stella stiffens beside me. Her fingers dig into my arm. “Do not get friendly with her,” she hisses under her breath. “That’s Anastasia Volkov. Nicholas’s step mother. She eats girls like you for breakfast.” My stomach drops to my heels. Anastasia’s gaze flicks to me, slow, assessing, like she’s pricing livestock. “And this is…?” Nicholas’s arm tightens, pulling me so close my hip presses against his. His smirk is razor-sharp.

” I nodded , hesitantly ;” my goodness Anna , please be careful “ she warned me and I nodded with a smile My aunt had nothing to worry about that , I’m not the kind of girl who sleeps with guys on the first date , nor the second or the third It was gonna take a long time for me to give my virginity to someone , I had standards and principles , I’m nothing without them And if Damon Sorrentino thought I was gonna give in so easily for him , he has another thing coming D A M O N “ Anastasia Gilbert “ I was in my villa , sitting in my desk , my blouse’s buttons were opened , a glass of bourbon in my hand , muttering Anna’s name It felt like a melody She had me wrapped around her finger , for now

"So let's try this again, hi I'm Griffin Masters. Alpha asshole with an unearthly obsession with knives." I laughed out loud. "Hello, I'm Anastasia. Omega, with a freaky backstory."

Nikolay teased, entering the house “come on, Yaroslav, Lycan or not, the girl is a beauty” “Nikolay” Aunt Sienna teased, smiling at me. She winked and looked at my blushing malyshka who didn’t know what to respond “ignore my husband, he has been trying to calm Yaroslav down throughout most of the way, I’m Sienna, by the way, but just like everyone else, you will be calling my Aunt Sienna” “Alright” Scarlett said, laughing. “What would she be calling me?” Nikolay teased, crossing his arms over his chest “I feel completely ignored”

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

A few students stared openly at Anastasia. Others immediately looked away. There was no longer any uncertainty about who she was. She was Lucien Kael’s daughter… The daughter of the Alpha God of War. The teacher’s gaze swept sharply across the classroom. “Enough.” No one spoke again. Anastasia was guided towards an empty seat near the center of the classroom. Her steps were small and steady. But the moment she sat down, she noticed the difference. The students around her were careful. A boy who had been looking directly at her quickly lowered his gaze.

Anastasia's POV Rage surged through me, "What are you doing?" I shouted, my voice echoing off the cold walls. Antonio looked up, his smirk annoyingly calm, while Jane barely glanced my way, her indifference cutting deeper than any blade. "What does it look like we are doing?" Antonio asked shamelessly, gazing at me with disgust. "Have you no shame and respect for my father?" I spoke through my teeth, my wolf screaming to let out. He smirked cruelly and barked out a cold laugh, gazing at me menacingly, "You looked so pathetic and disgusting."