Anastasia Imposter Novels & Stories

I packed up my things eagerly, while a tear rolled down my cheek. I’m Anastasia Farrow a 26 year old independent woman, what can I say? I’m ambitious and I always stand for what is right. Even if I have to stand against my employer, I didn’t mind, so long as it was for the good of others. I am competent, precocious and excellent at whatever I do, I hate to fail at anything, mainly due to the failed marriage between my parents. They had gotten separated when I was 16, I was in high school and had to leave New York with my mum, and move to Europe, Ireland. Which was about 7 to 8 hours away, I had no way of going back to see my dad. “I guess I would have to find a more satisfying job,” I said t

Anastasia "I apologize, I possess a credit card but lack identification," I said, presenting him with the card that held Margo's name. His scrutinizing gaze made me feel like an impostor, which, truth be told, I was. "I hadn't intended to stick around, but my other plans didn't work out."

"As you all know, it's been a hard couple of months. You all have been so loyal to me and I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure you all are taken care of. We are in the middle of the biggest war known to man. A mystery man has stolen my identity, murdered my fiance, burned and raped thousands of people, and continues to destroy lives right as we speak". The tension in the air was thick. Every person here had been brutalized by the Fredrick imposter in one way or another. Through the years this group has grown as people began to be fed up with being puppets. Fredrick turned to me and held my gaze. I smiled lightly at him, encouraging him to continue. "I have an informant on

Oh. You don’t know me yet, how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Anastasia, last name Gastillo. I am an omega to the Grimsborrow pack, or town. We’re really both. My family comes from money, and I’ve never known what it’s like to suffer, or even work for anything. I just had to ask and it was given. That isn’t the case anymore. You see, two weeks ago, I woke up to something horrifying and I haven’t been able to think straight since then. /FLASHBACK/

Wolf breath taking, devilish good looks, he was already much more handsome than average. However, being Imelda’s assistant and always following her around to film shows, Anna had seen many handsome celebrities and was thus rather immune to it. Yet this immunity of hers was probably only ineffective against George. "Hello, manager, Felix, I'm am Anastacia." Anna walked to Felix Grand office table. "Hello, please take a seat. I've already heard from Ezekiel about you. I've heard that regarding the incident on Imelda spreading online, it was you who had advised him?

Anastasia immediately tensed from her place. "W-what?" She asked. "What's with you? You're not acting like your real self." The woman asked. Fuck. Anastasia clears her throat to ease down the tension inside her body. "What are you talking about?" She asked frantically. "Im just tired that's all. And didn't you said we're in a hurry? So what are you waiting for? Do you wanna watch me get dress?" She added and even raised her eyebrow at her. She already acted as a Doreen Garcia. She knows now how to act like a bitchy brat.

"But didn't Mrs. Thompson just say she's a fake? How could she possibly have something that important?" My three younger stepbrothers immediately stepped in front of Rosie, anger blazing in their eyes. "What exactly are you trying to do? Not only are you impersonating our sister, you even hit our mom!" I raised an eyebrow at them. It had only been five years—had they really forgotten what I was capable of? I was just about to give each of them a slap when the unfamiliar girl, Camellia Thompson, suddenly stepped forward. Like a hen shielding her chicks, she pulled my three stepbrothers behind her. Frowning, she spoke with clear displeasure, "Why are you impersonating me? And judging by your a

Okay, ewwww," I exclaimed, mimicking a puking motion. The thought of that was harrowing. I would rather be drilled by a fucking horse. His attempt at intimidation was almost laughable, like a dog barking at a tree it couldn't climb. His eyes narrowed, searching for a crack in my composure, but I’d been trained for this too, just as he was. But he didn’t know that. He didn’t know that I was Anastasiya. And for that, I would always be two steps ahead of everyone. “You talk a big game, Richter,” I said, my voice low, almost playful, as I slid the book onto the bedside table “But you’re not as clever as you think.”

Well, if she wasn’t such a conniving bitch, maybe she too would have what Denali and Rosco had, but villainous women like us didn’t deserve that sort of thing. “You claimed you had information I needed.” I continue, remaining calm. “But I am curious; how do you know what is happening behind the closed doors of Emerald Moon?” As I speak, I can see worry flash in Anastasia’s eyes, but as quickly as it is there, it disappears, and her fake, nice mask is back. Man, this girl truly was easy to read. “I have my ways.” She shrugs just as the men return. “Sorry,” one says, passing me my drink. “The bar tender was telling me a funny story, so it took longer than expected.”

"Which one of us is worse?" I looked at Anastasia, who was still standing in the shadows like a ghost. She hadn't said a word since Mikhail ran away. Her face was pale as paper, and her hands were shaking. "Is it true?" I asked her directly. "Did you really fake evidence to get rid of his girlfriends?" Anastasia closed her eyes like she was in physical pain. When she opened them again, they were filled with tears. Real, hot tears.