Anastasia Griffith Nude Novels & Stories

She was lying on the ground, unconscious and naked. “Alpha Connor…” She called my name and I could feel in her voice how tired she was when her wolf come out from earlier. I remove my shirt and wear it to Anastasia to cover her naked body. “Let me take good care of everything, Ana. Just rest well, and I will bring you to your room.” I whispered in her ear and after that, I carry her body and then started walking away from the rooftop. I am still captivated by Anastasia's green-eyed wolf. That image is still in my mind and I felt scared about her protection even more once the others might see her. She was different from other wolves. Anastasia's wolf was rare, and I will never allow anybody t

Anastacia moaned as her naked body became warmer and warmer as the pressure inside of her body and soul began building like a giant wave. Her body shook as she groaned and shook her head from side to side while her entire body trembled in both pain and pleasure. She pulled the scrunchy that held her hair up in a bun as she let her hair flow in waves on the sheets where she was laid on top of.

However, the drug was too strong and he was out in seconds. Anastasia stood up and looked at Ashton, her eyes glaring daggers at him before her eyes met mine. I nodded at her and took off my jacket, handing it to her to wear. I knew that Ivan was bringing her something to wear, but her being naked in front of me wasn’t something that I wanted to see. The disgust I felt at the fact that she wasn’t trying to cover herself from being this exposed was indescribable, and I couldn’t help but compare her to my beauty who still blushes when I look at her for a second too long, dressed or undressed.

Anastasia stands. She is covered in blood now. Her hair sticks to her face. Her eyes burn bright, wild, terrifying. There is something almost feral about the way she straightens, chest rising, shoulders back, silver still clutched in her hand. She looks like a nightmare that refuses to fall. “Now tell me,” she says, planting her hands on her hips, voice sharp and unimpressed, “why the hell you are not shifting.” Her eyes flick to me. Then to Caleb.

"We literally just watched the videos, and you’re still asking?" "See?" Kristen laughed. "Exactly what I told her. I think she needs glasses." Ethan leaned his chin on his hand. "I agree. Her sight has been failing her lately." "I don't need glasses, you jerks!" Anastasia stood up, pointing a manicured finger at them both. "It’s just... I couldn’t believe any human could be that handsome. It’s insane." She sat back down, her expression turning dreamy. "Girl, I get it," Kristen added. "I’m straight, don't get me wrong, but that man is a specimen."

“We should get some pictures for her loving husband.” As she speaks, I feel something metallic against the skin beneath my shirt. Soon, I feel it beginning to be cut open, and once it falls on either of me, she goes for my bra. ‘Kinky,’ I giggle to Anna. ‘Looks like she really wants to see what a real woman's body looks like.’ ‘You’ve got issues.’ Anna sighs. ‘Maybe.’ Turning my attention back to the world around me, I wait while Anastasia starts to work on my skirt. As her blade moves, growls of excitement escape the goons around me, and it takes everything in me not to grimace.

“We should get some pictures for her loving husband.” As she speaks, I feel something metallic against the skin beneath my shirt. Soon, I feel it beginning to be cut open, and once it falls on either of me, she goes for my bra. ‘Kinky,’ I giggle to Anna. ‘Looks like she really wants to see what a real woman's body looks like.’ ‘You’ve got issues.’ Anna sighs. ‘Maybe.’ Turning my attention back to the world around me, I wait while Anastasia starts to work on my skirt. As her blade moves, growls of excitement escape the goons around me, and it takes everything in me not to grimace.

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

“He was wrapped in a towel.” Anastasia froze mid-bite, her spoon hovering near her lips. “Wait… what?” “Exactly what you heard,” I said dryly. Her eyes widened. “Were they—” she hesitated, “—like, in the act of doing something?” I frowned. “No… but it looked like he had just finished showering after sex or something. Paula was naked, Anas. Naked.” Anastasia let out a small, disbelieving laugh. “It’s not funny!” I snapped, glaring.

"Want to be safe? What does that mean?" *** Anastasia strode in, wearing large black glasses that covered nearly half of her face. The elegant black dress that clung to her body made her presence even more striking. Her high heels clomped on the marble floor as she walked toward the front door of Athena Records. A crowd of paparazzi waited around the building, camera flashes swarming her as soon as she appeared. “Anastasia! Anastasia!” one of them shouted. "Is it true that you were caught kissing Leon in the hotel room? Is that photo real?”