Anastasia Knight Feet Novels & Stories

Elijah: “Thank you” Anastasia told the maid who took her coat from her. The maid walked toward the closet to hang it while Anastasia watched before she was guided in. She held her mug of coffee in her right hand while her phone was in her left. Her laptop bag was strapped on her shoulder. Her dark brown hair was tied in a messy bun over her head. She wore a black shirt and black pants, and I couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t have any makeup on.

“I-I n-n-notice you s-staring with—with S-Sloane—” Raising one of her brows, Z looked over her shoulder. She clenched her fists when Anastasia stopped mumbling. There’s no need for her to act like that. She’s never weak. In fact, she’s got potential, but if she kept doing such an irksome thing, she’d die even before unraveling her true capabilities. Unlike Sloane, Anastasia fashioned herself with a plain tee, yoga pants, and running shoes. It’s so like her. Somehow, Z's insecurities ebbed away. Why should she worry herself with such a trivial thing when the world literally depended on her hands?

A woman worth investing in. A woman worth three hundred thousand euros. Shoes and a small clutch bag came next, then a stop at a department store for the makeup. By the time I returned to my apartment, the afternnon sun was already fading, and my nerves were wound tight as piano wire. I spent an hour getting ready, transforming myself into Anastasia. Hair swept up in an elegant chignon. Makeup subtle but flawless. The dress fit perfectly, and the heels. God, I hated heels, they made my legs look longer than they actually were.

There were only the two of them in the pool side in the middle of the night, and Anastacia knew that the man in front of her was drooling over her the whole day. Ms. Anastacia was already twenty, so she didn’t appreciate the term, little lady, from the big man in front of her, no matter how hot he was. She was a slender woman who was five feet and eight inches tall, with wide hips and a full breast which would make her anything but a little lady. She took pride in her beautiful figure that matched her fiery red hair with blonde streaks, and emerald green eyes. She was light skinned, and she was turning a bit red from the heat of the sun since she was constantly walking around the beach. She

The Luna, Teun's eyes also landed on the girl and she couldn't help but be amazed at how pretty she looked. Anastasia was dressed in a purple silk gown that complement her healthy pale skin. Her long purple hair was clipped at the side by a butterfly hairpin and her oval face look bright and rosy as she smiled at them and instantly, Teun develops a good impression of Anastasia and she waved at her with a bright smile. "Yes, Miss Anna, no need to go on formalities, sit please." The Alpha, Rykar also butted in with a grin.

Anastasia smiled and gave me a discrete thumbs up and I blushed slightly. Giselle looked red with anger as she dropped her gaze to my shoes. "Where did you get those?" She squeaked. "Mama she can't go in with shoes like that! People would think we were paupers!" I gasped at her comment. "Her shoes are just fine. People won't think that! " Anastasia said looking as confused as I was. "That's the problem! Hers is prettier than mine!" She whined. I looked down at my silver shoes and at her brown ones, truly mine was prettier but hers were good too. Why would she say that at this crucial moment?

DIONY EMPIRE AUTHOR’s POV “I still can't believe Nektarios is allowing this nonsense to happen. Court ladies? Really? At first, I thought it was just a rumor that would die soon. But saying no one should meddle in his business that is bullshit!” Anastasia kept whining as she landed her sword on the fighting dummy. She needed something to control her anger badly, and the dummy isn’t doing much to ease her.

Valen’s POV “Absolutely not.” My voice cut across the bedroom just as a pink velvet gown went sailing through the air before landing dramatically over the horn of a carved wooden chair. Anastasia didn’t even blink. She stood knee-deep in silk and lace like a tiny empress preparing for battle. She kept ruthlessly tossing dresses over her shoulder while muttering to herself under her breath. The floor had disappeared beneath layers of expensive fabric. Judging by the destruction surrounding her, half the wardrobe staff would probably cry when they saw this room later.

"Well, you're not wrong. This isn't exactly a reputable establishment. Next time, I'll take you somewhere better. I'll make sure you're well taken care of." I smiled again, shaking my head. I was about to clarify that I wasn't interested in massages at all when someone cut in. "Sienna, what are you doing here?" Zachary stood a few feet away with his arm draped around a woman. She clung to him like a trophy, and her posture was screaming possession. I guessed her name was probably Tiffany. Lucky for me, I'd already bought my new phone. Which meant I had no problem pulling it out and snapping a picture.

“Watch your step.” Unfortunately, he added that one second too late. My heel caught the edge of the stone step. My body tilted forward. Before I could react, a strong hand wrapped around my waist. I collided with something solid. His chest. My palm pressed against his firm pectoral muscle as I steadied myself. Heat spread through my fingers instantly. Anna gasped dramatically in my head. “Oh, that chest. That is a very nice chest.” “Shut up,” I muttered internally.