Anastasia Knight Feet Novels & Stories

…Sebastian POV… She has gone; she is not where she stood before. I am certain, my mind is playing tricks on me. Has my desperation come to a fool's delusional being. Do I create what my eyes want to see? Is the sadness so thick in my heart that I need to find a way to lift the burden that I am feeling? But I know, I know that I saw her red stilettos stand out from all the hundreds of feet. No other beauty wears them so well, and no other beauty will be brave to wear them in this coldness. It has to be Anastasia.

Empty, thankfully. My feet crunch into the gravel as I land. The floor beneath me crumbles, creating a large crack and two feet size holes. That will get Griffin in trouble with his dad. A little pay back for letting Nona poor milk on my sweet flower. Anastasia’s heart beat is rising, and spare her a small glance while steadying my footing. She shivers in my arm, so afraid. My brows meet, she’s so unlike the woman I know. I’ve seen her make people cry. Griffin was almost one of them. She can cut deep into you, and never let you out.

Just a moment ago he was going on about how happy he was to see his mate, what was his issue? Anastasia stood up and started dressing in the fine material, sticking her tongue out at the other alpha childishly because she could. The top was tied around her waist going down to her thighs and the pants were flowy, both materials clearly expensive. The soft cream colour perfectly highlighted her hair, drawing attention to it.

After my company was bankrupted, my enemies broke both my legs. With nowhere else to turn, I had to swallow the pride I had spent my whole life holding on to and selling snacks by the busy street, just trying to survive. That day, I set up my stall like usual. Through the noise and laughter on the street, I saw Anna Henderson. She was wearing an elegant trench coat and the diamond necklace at her throat glittered. Beside her stood Marvin Abbott, her first love.

"Stop fooling around. All the guests have been notified, and our parents are already at the venue." I threw those red-bottom high heels at his feet and raised the hammer, smashing it down hard on the heel. The moment the heel snapped, he staggered back as if struck in a vital spot. I asked, "What's wrong? Remembering someone? Was it the way you knelt to put them on her or the taste of last night's kiss?"

Anastasia has spent twenty-seven years believing she is an ordinary kindergarten teacher, and has learned to be grateful for the little things. After losing her mother years ago, Anastasia has no family left to depend on. One night, Anastasia returns home to find armed men waiting for her. She has no idea who they are or why they want her dead. Then Jaxon Cross walks into her life. President of the Black Vipers MC, Jaxon is the kind of man people cross the street to avoid. Cold, heavily tattooed, brutally protective and feared throughout the criminal underworld. But Jaxon knows something Anastasia doesn’t. Her mother once saved his life. And before she died, she made Jaxon promise to prote

Anastasia Knight strutted to her boyfriend’s office with a sweet smile on her face even though she was burning with anger. Caesar was fast eluding her and she didn't like it one bit. She wanted to tie him to marriage before he ended things permanently. She had to marry Caesar, she just had to. As usual, she made heads turn in admiration as she walked by. She was dressed in a red power suit trimmed in navy and nothing underneath. Her long black hair was twisted up in a French roll. She usually reveled in the attention but there were heavier things on her mind that morning.

I want them to see that there’s nothing they can do to me that will break me. That’s how I survive this place and these people. I pick up the book on my nightstand and continue reading. I read for a few hours before a knock at the door interrupts me. I close the book and say, “You can come in, Hubert.” I’m incredibly shocked when I see Anastasia walk into the room. She’s wearing tight leather pants and high-heeled boots, and on top she has a black tank top. Her hair is pin straight. She looks like she stepped right out of a movie screen.

Tears were flowing from her eyes. "What wife Mr Knight, wife you cheated on or your wife who you can shout, insult wherever and whenever you want, remember this Mr knight I am not that lame Anastasia who listen to you so give up on me and don't ever try to cross paths with me or else it will not be good for you..do not provoke me..Xander knight..that Anastasia was murdered by you..with your own hands..and she will never come back..how much you try...she is gone..gone..forever.." she roared, He looked at her.

Anastasia said out of nowhere as she started to feel a lump forming in the pit of her stomach. "But look at the heel you were rocking! It's a seven inch heel." Melissa rolled her eyes at Anastasia in irritation. It's just the girl is really beautiful and she needs her to be her showstopper. Otherwise Melissa, the queen, will stop eating her diet salad but will never even look at any 'lower class' people. That's how high sophisticated she is! "Yes, I can walk on heels and all but I never walked on a ramp. Neither did I face so many people before." Anastasia exclaimed exparastedly. "Not that I remember." She muttered that under her breath to herself so the make-up artists don't hear her.