Anastasia Grace Haunt Novels & Stories

“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.

she teased. "I am not going to kidnap you" "I am very calm now" The conversations between the couple were private. There was no place for third parties in that dialogue. Because Lara could make Granger's life hell, but she would always be the angel to rescue him. Ana and Claire watched the scene, and they could feel the electricity that enveloped the couple. The chemistry was undeniable. Anastasia had been working for the Phantom Group for a few months. She always saw Lara with Greyson, and she had never seen the woman so happy with her husband. Greyson sucked Lara's happiness and vitality, and anyone could see that.

And like Doreen Garcia, this body look so stunning too. Sharp eyes, pointed nose, perfect lips, smooth and porcelain skin and a dark red hair. The only difference is, this current body looks braver and firmer than Doreen Garcia. Anastasia jumped in surprise with the sudden knock on the door. "Hey Faira! Wake the hell up! We have a fucking meeting remember?!" Then a series of loud bang followed. Oh shit... what to do? Anastasia look from her left to right in panic. 'What should I do?' She asked in mind.

Reese smirked, with a hint of a chuckle and at that moment Angelo and Felix came in. “The black hunter killed him?” Felix questioned curiously with some fear planting at the bottom of his voice. “Mmhm.” Just then, a woman in a red dress. The top part was tightly fitted with a thin strap on each side of the dress. A sparkly silver belt across her waist and the bottom part of the dress was more flowy and calm but revealed one of her legs. Elegant and badass. She had melanin brown skin and sleek healthy black hair that I only thought Nem had possessed but I was wrong before she does. She had scarlet red heels and a dark red purse in her hand.

Tears pool in my eyes as the harsh realization of being a slut to a man who's betrothed to another woman dawns upon me. "Cat caught your tongue, bitch." She leans closer and presses her lips in a sinister smile,"Listen to me for your own good, Anna Harris, that's what your name is, right? After all your video is the most watched clip on the internet in recent days. You amaze me, Harris but you can never satisfy an insatiable man like Hunter Storm. He's a beast when it comes to sex, he'll demand you in kinky ways, fuck you without a mercy even if you're dying and throw you out like some contagious rag once you quench his thirst. He has done it milion times before you or me and he won't stop f

She carefully applied her makeup, changed into something appropriate, and took Alaric’s arm as they headed to a place she never imagined she would step foot in. The Corrigan was large, and she fully expected to be met with mockery. After all, to them, she was nothing more than a sparrow trying to become a phoenix. But the moment she stepped inside, she was caught off guard. A familiar face greeted her. Anastacia had shed her usual cool, sharp image. She wore a dark green cheongsam, her hair elegantly tied up, jade earrings glinting softly against the light. Graceful and poised, Anastacia exuded an air of noble elegance.

Mom had set it all up but she likely had a large platform so here we go! She had a full on human vibe there. Definite gossip. Well you came to the right threesome! “Let’s just get right into it all shall we,” she said, as she motioned for the camera to start. I pulled away from Finch’s warmth reluctantly and sat up straight. I properly crossed my feet at the ankles like a good girl is supposed to do. Guess I missed the part about keeping my knees together but oh well. “Grace Astor, CEO of Astor Connects is joining us this evening for her first interview since taking over the company and the tragic and untimely death of her poor father. I’m Lilly Gates and you’re watching Fastball,” the woman

She then looked at her Father and asked, "Why are you looking at me like this? I didn't say anything wrong." Hunter said, "You are right. The girl you are calling a bitch who is running around for money is actually Anastasia William, the famous model and the sole heir to a vast fortune. No one knows how much money she actually owns, but she owns so much money that even if she spends her entire life with both hands, her money won't decrease by a single cent.

My jaw tightened. Anastasia, seemingly oblivious to the shockwaves she had just unleashed, held the microphone closer. Her eyes, those same determined eyes I knew so well, swept over the crowd, landing momentarily on mine. In that brief glance, there was a flash of triumph, a chilling satisfaction. A cold dread seeped into my bones. Then she spoke again, her voice clear, resounding, delivering the final, devastating blow that would shatter my carefully constructed world into irreparable fragments. “Meet the man who will become my partner for life… Tristan Morano Hayes!”

she said as she brought her hand back to his mouth waiting for him to blow her skin “get out Beatrice,” he said as he took a step back, trying to create space between them. The scent of her Victoria's Secret body mist filled his nostrils. When she realized her charms were not that effective on him, she got aggressive and pushed her chest. He tried finding his balance but lost it and fell on the long black couch behind him.