Anastasia Grace Haunt Novels & Stories

Grace happily replied, clapping her hands twice and having two male guards escort the two females away. Grace bowed her head while Leonica walked away, Anastasia, giving a thumbs up towards her as she walked alongside Leonica. “Now that was fire.” She praised. “Where was this bad*ss b*tch five years ago?” She foolishly hid away thinking by doing so she could earn the love of someone unworthy, Leonica thought as she simply pressed her lips into a thin line and remained silent. Anastasia however, continued on. “With a fire like this, you’re sure to bag a bachelor tonight.”

Georgina Hammond, called for attention. “Next up,” she said, scanning her list, “the Springfield Vipers.” I heard someone groan. The Vipers were a professional hockey team known for their talent, and for the chaos they brought with them. “Buckle up,” Dr. Hammond said. “These hockey stars are not known for their patience.” Grayson stepped in before she could finish. “Grace will take them.” My head turned slowly in his direction. He smirked. “Good luck. You’ll need it.”

How can all of it be gone? Shirley frowned, and the looks from the others made her cheeks turn red. She whispered harshly, annoyed, "Max, enough drama, okay? I told you, I don't have it!" I kept staring at her, feeling more and more hopeless. "I gave you 900 bucks a month for six whole years! How can you not have 5,000?" Shirley, looking annoyed, said firmly, "Think about how much you've spent, how much you've used. Don't you remember?"

“What do you want from me? You’ve already ruined my life, and now Howard is going to divorce me too.” Anastasia let out a chilling laugh, her eyes glinting with malice. “You can run away from him all you want, but there’s something that will always keep him tied to you, so he can't be mine fully.” Her words sent a shockwave through me, leaving me stunned. What did she mean? I knew she was Howard's adopted sister, but I could never understand the depth of their connection or why it seemed so twisted.

The charity gala was the last place I wanted to be, but at least it was a distraction. The gala was exactly what I expected: too many people in tailored suits and overpriced dresses, sipping champagne and pretending to care about the cause of the night. I drifted through the crowd, exchanging polite nods and shallow conversations. My mind wasn’t here, though. It was back at the penthouse, replaying Clara’s words and Samantha’s silence. “Jack,” a familiar voice called out, low and smooth. I turned, and my stomach twisted. Anastasia Gambino stood there, her black dress hugging her figure perfectly, her red lips curved into a faint smile. She looked every bit the polished heiress she was, but h

And from the corner of my eyes, I caught the frustrated look on Katherine's face as she stepped back away from me, huffing in displeasure, something I couldn't care about. She looked ethereal, to put it simply, but that was nowhere near a good enough word to describe how she looked. She's attended award shows before, but she's never looked this good, almost as if she were trying to hide her beauty, but this time was different. This time, she looked like a woman breaking free of the chains that had been holding her back. "Ines! Look here! Can you smile for us again?!" "Oh my gosh! Ines Agua! You look divine!"

Vic and I respond at the same time. “Who is she?” She presses her lips together, amused. “Well I wasn’t planning on doing any name dropping. I really want this to succeed though and if Grace didn’t have contacts I wouldn’t have gotten it this far. Grace Astor,” she says, sitting back in her chair. “No shit,” Vic says, stunned.

The girl on the couch looked stunned at my sudden change of mood. "Your Highness..." her soft voice was hurt and confused. "What did I do wrong?" "No! Lyra, it's not you," I said. My eyes looked everywhere but at the staring girl beside me. "Then it's that huntress, isn't it?" Lyra asked the question that I didn't expect. My face turned to her in amazement. "What made you think that?" Lyra got up and redid her clothes as well. "You are Anastasia Romanov, the imperial princess," she said. "You never bother to restrain yourself from anyone. Whatever you desire, it shows so clearly to whoever cares to notice you. I knew what you did earlier."

I chuckled looking at them and just shrugged, "You two are partners, besides you were already in her den, so, I didn't do much." "God. She won't stop nagging me." Ana frowned. "How is Greyson enduring your stupidity?" She asked Tess, which made us chuckle. Tessa smirked, "You call it stupidity, he calls me sexy." Ana rolled her eyes. We all chuckled seeing her expressions. And now Grace looked better and smiled looking at the two of them who are bickering continuously. They all mingled with her fast and she is also talking with them freely now. After talking with Grace, she told me that she is going on a business trip with Omar tomorrow morning. I was surprised to hear that, and even Camilla

"A man like you shouldn't be around that... That infected girl! Who knows how messed up you are after sleeping with her." "Wait, what do you mean by that?" I picked that part immediately. Looks like someone's jealousy is pushing her to say something she shouldn't be sharing out. Seeing how curious I was, Casey gasped and asked, "You mean Anna didn't tell you? I thought she said she didn't hide anything from you? Oh my Goodness." She covered her mouth, drawing nearer to me. Casey looked carefully around to make sure no one was listening, then she said, " The reason why Anastasia was called a sex freak is because my insane sister drugged herself with a dangerous substance that makes one horny