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Anastasia bowed and ran off in a blur. Okay. So, yes, she was definitely crazy, but when it was being directed at someone else it was bad ass. Anastasia had it coming being a bitch to me for no reason. I didn’t feel bad for her at all. I only wished I had a fraction of the confidence and power Onyx had. “Thank you,” I said to her back as she walked over to the spot pulling the knife out of the wall. She tucked it into a pocket close to her right ankle and turned back to me.

I muttered under my breath and started stomping my feet. It felt like I'd been waiting for long when in reality it had just been a minute—yes, I was keeping track of the time on my wristwatch. Anastasia then came out first, dressed in sweatpants and a sweater. She even had a cap on, which made her look like a man. “Let's get it over with,” she said and then walked toward the door. I followed behind and was going to close the door when Hudson held it back. “You can't—”

Funny enough, Anastasia had already felt like home here in New York with Kayla here and another roomate soon to be met. After Kayla had showed her around the apartment, they came back to the living room with two cans of coke as the door suddenly opened and Anastasia looked that way. An average height girl with purple, pink and dark blue coloured hair with bangs. Three piercings on her ears with one more piercing done on her nose. Her eyes were a light blue with a dark rough leather jacket and a black turtleneck sweater underneath. Her jeans are tight and ripped with some killer shoes and what caught Anastasia's eyes were the big guitar case she strapped against her left shoulder. Her lips th

“Compensate? Why? That was accidental. You were the one who was not getting up from my bed and I know you did that too,” Anastasia yanked at Alexander who was still amusingly looking at Anastasia. He moved closer to her. His right knee was up in the air on which his right hand was resting while his left leg was stretched out.

Dante concluded and walked out with his cupcake. Anastasia felt a sudden pain fill her heart and it coursed through her body but she decided to suck in the tears that seemed as though they wanted to spill. She sniffed Jessica and Esther shared a silent glance but didn't say anything as they watched Anastasia. “Let’s go to my bedroom. I need to be dressed and looking presentable for me to be outside,” Anastasia said to them and they followed her with the snacks. Anastasia got to her room and freshened up and put on her royal gown. When she was fully ready she stood up and she and her maids proceeded to the training ground.

I reached for my heels, slender, white stilettos with gold accents that shimmered as they caught the light. “God, you’re really not giving anyone a chance tonight,” Anastasia said, eyes wide with playful admiration as I slipped them on. “If Marion doesn’t faint when he sees you, I’ll personally drag him to the ER.” I burst out laughing. “Stop it, Ana.” She chuckled, snapping a few pictures on her phone. “Now, all that’s left is to await your chariot.” As if on cue, a firm knock echoed from the front door. Anastasia’s grin widened. “Ah, speak of the devil!”

I can’t control myself and I get to stutter every time I talk to him. “I’m here because—“ He said but he was cut off when Klaress went out of her room. I noticed that she wasn’t dressed up yet for our movie date. “You’re here already!” She told Ethan. “Yeah, just arrived.” He said. “Klar, I thought we were going out, why aren’t you dressed yet?” I said. Klaress and Ethan looked at each other and Klaress winked at him. “Actually, my foot hurts because a vase fell in it yesterday. I can’t even stand properly now.” She said,

I sprayed on a quick spritz of cologne and headed downstairs. I heard footsteps descending the steps. I looked up to see Anastasia coming down the stairs. She was dressed in a sky-blue figure-hugging gown. Anastasia was slender but she had curves in the right places. Her hair was styled in waves in a side part. Her makeup was simple with a bold lip. I couldn't take my eyes off her, "hi", she said bringing me back to reality. "You look beautiful", I remarked, and she smiled, "thank you", she replied.

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.

she whispered, voice soft, fragile. Right? My jaw clenched. My mind scrambled through every warning, every suspicion I’d thrown her way. Right about what? And then I saw it. Anastasia. On her knees in the middle of the room, her body pulled taut by silver chains biting into her skin. Her wrists and ankles smoked faintly where the metal touched, she couldn’t move, couldn’t shift. Her head was bowed, but even in defeat she carried that air of arrogance that made my teeth grind.