Anastasia Imposter Novels & Stories

Regrettably, my jest seemed to touch an unexpected sore spot. Anastasia's demeanor darkened, and she settled on the bed, turning away from me, her expression veiled. "Would you trust me if I confessed that I didn't let any of those men I encountered so much as hold my hand?" Her voice wavered, revealing a hint of vulnerability in her tone. "I do believe you," I affirmed earnestly. Anastasia's words carried a tinge of self-deprecation. "Do you think I'm not suitable for you because of my reputation?" she questioned, seemingly disregarding my assurance.

her out the side door. Agnes “accidentally” spilled an entire tray of champagne down the front of that tacky gown she wore while I whispered every single detail of her false testimony against me…how it almost ruined my life and how I'll make her pay, right in her ear. By the time security arrived, Anastasia was sobbing, soaked, mascara running, begging them to let her stay. That she is an heiress and Jace’s true fiancée. They didn’t listen of course. Payback never felt so sweet.

"Stella, maybe this is a hard truth for you to accept. Everything is too cruel! It's all my fault for losing you back then. I'm sorry." At this moment, I couldn't hear what Atlas was saying at all. My thoughts were confined to the name 'Stella.' False images of the imposter Stella, Annalise, and even myself kept appearing before my eyes. In reality, I hated the name Stella. After all, the imposter Stella, who seemed exquisite and calculating, had ruined it for me. In my mind, Stella was her, a complete schemer who could be ruthless and poison innocent Annalise, pushing her off a cliff without hesitation and then pushing me into the deep sea. That was how I perceived Stella.

“Since I can always do naughty stuffs with you, I can always say naughty things as well. I'm not that boring, you know?” Megan pretend not to hear what he said and directed the topic elsewhere. “Who was she…" She did not want to sound Jealous since she overheard their talk. It was only based on business and proposal. Megan was only asking because she has never seen Anastasia around the two times she was here. “Oh, you mean, Stasia?” Damon mouthed his question slowly. “She's my assistant, and she goes by Anastasia.” “But you told me you have no assistant, do you hire her recently?” Megan asked, staring questioningly at him.

“I see you have someone with you.” I met her gaze evenly. “Hi, I’m Anastasia Wilson,” she continued. “Heiress of the Wilson empire and a friend of Jake.” “Nice to meet you,” I replied simply. I could tell she didn’t like me. Well, that was her problem. Anastasia turned back to Jake, her flirty expression returning. Jake, however, didn’t entertain her further. Instead, he pulled me slightly closer to him. “Anastasia, if you don’t mind, I’d like to spend some time with my date,” he said casually.

My gaze fell on a fuming Anastasia who tried to fake a smile on her face but it was not working. She was rather glaring between Sebastian and I. Still, she forced a smile on her face, her lips curling uowards almost robotically before she then parted her lips and said. "Sorry. My hand slipped." She said, her apology half baked. I scoffed. As if. Who is she trying to fool?

Anna tried to hold on to the character she is portraying. "I think we should drop this farce grandma. What do you think?" Nicole said. "What are you saying Nicole? Don't you know me?" Anna insisted. "Of course! I know you. I stay with you for six years to recognize you even when you're face changed." Nicole red face filled with anger told her. "How could you say that?" "Because I am the real Annatalia George. You are an impostor!" The real Anna appeared in the leaving room. Shocking Helen.

“I’m not quitting my job, Dmitri. Do your worst.” “You will,” he says, his voice lowering, “or you’ll work for me. Exclusively.” I stare at him, incredulous. His arrogance is truly astounding. He actually believes the world revolves around him. Mirthless laughter bubbles out of me, and I shake my head. “You’re delusional, Dmitri. I’m Anastasia Petrov, and I don’t give a damn what you want. Go ahead and try to make me quit. I dare you.”

hard across the face. Even though I was watching through the villa's security cameras, the sharp sound of the slap still pierced through the phone speakers. It was enough to make my teeth ache, causing me to instinctively cover my cheek. Margaret's face was full of fury. "How did I give birth to such a good-for-nothing like you? Who told you to impersonate your brother? You even abandoned your wife and went to mess around with your sister-in-law! "If word gets out, people will gossip about us so badly we won't be able to lift our heads ever again!"

In fact, I am going to guess that this is one of those crazy things that she has done, But yet, there lies another element in this which I and all know this for a certain fact that I shall not stand for, but I am afraid that she has deceived me once again. So allowing her to continue, "See, Sebastian. These past recent times that we had so much sex… I perhaps might have taken samples of your sperm to John." There is nothing but a roaring rumble that leaves the depths of my chest as fury builds up into a complete rage, "You perhaps or you did?" "I did." "Are you completely absurd! You steal my goddamn sperm so that you can grow a child in a vacuum?" And just the mere thought of saying that dr