Anastasia Grace Haunt Novels & Stories

Her death would only serve to fuel the search for the truth. Grace's plan wasn't flawless, and she had relied on Sylvia and Cecil as protection to cover her. But once they were out of the picture, there would be traces—small hints that would eventually lead to the truth. And as Grace considered Carissa's attitude, for the first time, she felt a stirring of unease.

She had pointed to both her head and leg at the training ground uttering the word pain before she finally lost consciousness. The Lycan triplets were all inside Damien’s room now with her and they had all moved to a part of the room to have a serious discussion. “Out with it Draven, what are you hiding?” Damien asked his brother as he was getting furious now. “Yes Draven, we all saw what happened in the training ground. If Anastasia isn't a half witch then who or whatever is she?” Darius asked too, wondering now what Anastasia was. Draven decided there and then that there wasn't any reason to keep hiding the truth that he knew about Anastasia any longer. It was best his brothers also knew so

A stepping stone for his empire, while he plays with my life to be the ruler. I gritted my teeth and took a deep breath to align my thoughts together. “You have made your perception of me very clear and I don’t think there is anything left to hear or say. But let me tell you something very straight, I, Grace Hawthorne, daughter of Ariana Anderson, will come back to take what’s mine. I don’t care if you like it or not, that bracelet, like a lot of things here in Blood Moon Pack, belongs to me. And I will come back to take them.” I told Daniel.

“She would've known what to say at this point. I am so down.” “Still in Blightfang,” she whispered. “Her father needed her for a border treaty, and she might likely not come for the Fiesta Reunion Gala tomorrow night.” I nodded stiffly. Of course. Even my best friend was swallowed by duty. But luckily, she has her own mate. I blame the moon goddess for this! I chewed my lower lip, heart racing. “I need to see someone.” Riley hesitated. “Anastasia…” “I just need to talk to him. He shouldn't find out in the worst way, Riley. I can't be that unfair.” Riley and Leigh we're the only ones aware of him. “I'll be back before anyone knows I'm gone. I promise.”

The woman once again gazed intently at her reflection. “You are still beautiful! No matter what.” She consoled herself. The agony of that experience was too difficult to handle. Sofia wanted to cease thinking about her past but it continued haunting her. Even though she already changed her name just to forget who she truly was, but she could not deny the truth that she was Clarissa Gonzales, the infamous beauty queen who was dethroned, maligned, and was defamed by the public due to a scandal that ruined everything about her.

Emily was doomed. She was aware of the fact with a quiet acceptance, and surprisingly enough, it left her with no fear. The man who'd grabbed her when she managed to get into the room with Amber was named Brian. He was the one she'd followed here, to her place of doom.

I'd be a liar if I say I've not been tempted to leave this shit of life behind, but except for my mom's investigation, a certain girl is holding me back. A certain fierce black hair girl with hazel eyes. Ashanti. I've never met a woman who is intriguing as her, she's different and a badass. There's just something about a woman that can handle her own that is so fucking beautiful. If I had my choice, I'd bend her over and eat her out, get on my knees and worship her cunt like the beauty she is. “We've got something information concerning the burnt warehouse” I spun around at the sound of my most trusted man's voice.

My best friend saw right through me. "No one's been blowing you up for the last two hours?" She snatched my cell from my hand and ran with it. There was no point in trying to retrieve it, that would only serve to make me look guiltier than I already felt. "So who's Heather?" She cocked her tan hip out to the side and put a beautifully manicured hand on it while holding the phone out to show me the screen...as if I wasn't aware of what was on it. The color of her nails was stunning, but I refrained from asking about it and just answered her question.

I search for her. =========== A few minutes earlier… Anastasia King POV Gracie got a phone call a few minutes the idiot with her followed her. I’ve been working on the rope tied behind my back while speaking to Gracie. She and the idiot hasn’t realized how loose my hands were tied. They were amateurs. But that works my favor. Since I have no intention of dying here. the place gives me the creeps. Especially since Sadie’s ex died here.

“But next time… I’ll finish what I started fifteen years ago.” Then she turned to Emmeline. “Nice to see you, sister-in-law.” Her fake smile was as sharp as a blade. Emmeline opened her mouth, then closed it again—too stunned to speak. “Catch you all later,” Anastasia said with a smirk. “I need to get settled in.” She turned and left, her presence still choking the air even after she was gone. Grace gave me an apologetic look and ran after her, probably to stop her from bringing more chaos into the pack.