Anastasia Grace Haunt Novels & Stories

Damon greeted her, the woman, Kristen, hugged Damon, I could see Damon didn't actually want to hug her but I was so jealous, I got up off the swing, and when she let go of Damon I got her attention "Hi, I'm Anastasia, I'm living with Damon, and you are?" I asked knowing Damon had never mentioned her "I'm Kristen, Damon's good friend" she emphasized "Hmmm, he's never mentioned you before, have you Damon?" I looked to Damon for the last part of the question

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.

"Uh you go. I'll order something." She scowled but handed her bag and ran off. I rubbed my forehead as I walked to MacDonald's, wondering why Bryan was behaving the way he is. I looked around for a place to sit but my eyes froze on a particular figure. Long black hair, hazel eyes, high cheek bones, pink lips, sleuth figure, dressed in skinny black jeans and cream fashion top. She looked gorgeous. Anastasia. ~~~ Well, who's ready for the drama!!??

"Tonight, of all nights, i experienced glimmers of joy—moments stolen from the abyss of my suffering. A bath, a meal, a dress that made me feel beautiful. For the first time in ages, I adorned my face with makeup, masking my physical scars. However, the wounds within me still remain. As I stepped outside, radiating confidence, I was met with a breathtaking ambience, adorned in every corner. How audacious! Each one of you, those who inflicted trauma upon me, dare to throw such a festivity. The party that surrounded me was nothing more than a cruel reminder, a gathering of monsters disguised as humans. Rest assured, I may have left this world, but my memory will forever haunt you. My demise sh

“Satellite trace from the Prague site. Echo’s signal, then two more locations pinged after. One in Munich. The other... in Morocco.” Grace raised an eyebrow. “She’s globe-hopping.” “She’s recruiting,” Adrian said grimly. “Building her own army.” “Then we bait her,” Grace replied. Cassian frowned. “You want to lure her out?” “She wants recognition,” Grace said. “So let’s give her a stage.” The Broadcast One week later, Grace stood in front of a darkened camera, her voice low but steady. “This is Grace Ashford. Yes, the real one. You’ve seen my face in places I’ve never been. Watched someone with my eyes burn down cities I swore to protect.”

"Anastasia, you're so good at guessing. Why don't you try guessing why Celeste's phone is in my hands?" My mind exploded, and I blurted out, "Shadow." The voice on the other end chuckled. "Anastasia, I can't kill you, but I can kill Celeste. I'll give you half an hour. Show up in front of me, and I'll let her go. What do you think?" "I won't go," I answered firmly, without hesitation. Shadow let out an audible gulp on the other end. "Anastasia, I know you. Don't try to act tough. If you don't show up, I'll send you a picture of Celeste... in pieces."

Opportunity. This is perfect. This is better than perfect. "Anna, this is insane," Felicity says, reading my expression. "If he finds out who you really are—" "He won't," I say firmly. "Because Anna Brooks has nothing to do with Anastasia Campbell. Anna Brooks is a successful medical doctor and tech consultant with an impeccable reputation. And Anna Brooks is going to offer Alexander Grayson exactly what he needs to win the International medical tech deal." "A wife," Felicity says.

The next morning, Northbridge Capital's largest roadshow hall had been turned into a press conference stage. A blue and white backdrop read: Protect Fair Hiring. Support Women in Finance. Daniel and several partners sat in the main row. Henry Hale sat in the guest seats with the woman publicly known as Grace Walker-Hale beside him. Isabelle sat between them in a black skirt suit, her eyes reddened just enough to look wounded but not messy. Cameras lined the aisles, the livestream light glowing red.

They were willing to spend a fortune to turn me into the number one beauty influencer in their world. The NPCs were all incredibly supportive of me building my own career. "Luna, go for it!" "Show the entire underworld what beauty looks like!" With that kind of encouragement, my confidence soared. A week later, I launched my very first makeup live stream on PhantomGram. The moment I went live, the room was flooded by ghosts who had rushed in after hearing the news. "This is the makeup artist from The Devil's Bride. She's actually livestreaming. Hurry up and learn from her!"

“You have to give me a moment. I took a huge being here, Annie.” “That’s not my problem. I will never listen to anything you say. You made a point of ruining my life.” “I know I made mistakes Annie.” Grace stood from the chair. The sudden desperation was clear in her eyes. Annie watches her clearly knowing she wasn’t about to leave. She quietly wonders where Aaron was. The devil simply put her to bed and vanished. This was definitely one of the conversations they are going to have. She dropped the towel not caring about the other woman as she slipped back underwear on. She then decides to pull on black pants, with a red shirt. She completed her outfit with a pair of simple yet elegant sandal