Anastasia Knight Feet Novels & Stories

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.

I head for Mishi in her palace to scratch under her face one last time, "I'll be back soon, girl." She meows while Annie walks to the door, stepping into some high heels she has by the door. These ones are really tall so she's almost eye-to-eye with me when I reach her. Anastasia stares at me like she's waiting for something, so I open the door for her.

I did not enjoy it, but it was worth seeing the light return to Anastasia’s eyes, and the color to her face. She’d thrown her head back and cackled like a mad woman when Knight sauntered in fresh from a full-body massage, wearing nothing more than a plush white robe. He plopped down in a chair beside Anastasia and I, kicked his feet up, and let the technicians get to work.

And by thinking about all of that, I found myself realizing that she was a strong girl. But then I remembered a scene of Anastasia in the living room with her hands clenched around a mop as she cleaned the floor. I then remembered that she had a black spot on her index finger!

I wouldn't be immune to it until my Luna ceremony. "You are MINE!" He carried on with his rant. "You are mine to use, mine to abuse, mine to kill, do you understand?" I carefully nodded, fighting the tears that wanted to stream down my face. "I will NOT put ip with you being disrespectful, Beta's daughter or not. Do you understand me Anastazie?" He all but growled into my ear. I nodded again but something shocked me, how did he know who I was? Better yet how did he know my name? Almost like he read my mind he chuckled.

Immediately after, someone wearing a pink ball gown with an exaggerated design of multiple tulle layers sewn together to resemble flower petals glided in from the other end of the red carpet. It was Nadia. Under the gaze of all the guests, she walked onto the stage like a proud swan. After scanning the crowd, her eyes landed on me. She pointed at my wedding dress and said, "The dress you're wearing is not bad. Are you going to take it off yourself, or do you want me to rip it off for you?" Of course, my expression soured at this impudent request, and I turned to look at Bowen. Bowen, who was standing right beside me, indulgently played along with Nadia's pompous act.

How she wished to just kneel before this one-in-a-million alpha. “Where has your courage gone?” Ashton asked, hiding an amused smile behind his cold face. “I was wrong alpha, please forgive me,” Maya said. Although she was sitting in bed, her head was almost touching her thighs. Ashton was not pleased by this posture. She was supposed to be the queen. People are supposed to submit to her, not the other way around. “Sit up straight!” he ordered. “Huh?” Maya did not understand but she did not raise her head.

Anastasia failed to notice the whitening knuckles of Diana, hidden beneath her ragged jumper dress. Shaking her head, Diana drew a deep breath and smiled like always at Anastasia. For someone with a photographic memory, Diana uttered the exact same words she said in her first lifetime. “I’m okay, Ana. You know how I hate to be here. If only you did not practically drag me here, I won’t be watching this.”

And like Doreen Garcia, this body look so stunning too. Sharp eyes, pointed nose, perfect lips, smooth and porcelain skin and a dark red hair. The only difference is, this current body looks braver and firmer than Doreen Garcia. Anastasia jumped in surprise with the sudden knock on the door. "Hey Faira! Wake the hell up! We have a fucking meeting remember?!" Then a series of loud bang followed. Oh shit... what to do? Anastasia look from her left to right in panic. 'What should I do?' She asked in mind.

“You look way too serious tonight. “ She says and my eyes flicker to her. Anastasia is one of the most popular models in the whole world right now. She recently signed a contract with a big fashion brand. Real, stunning beauty. She is also always in a good mood, ready for a party. The perfect distraction from a long, hard day. She knows NOTHING about politics or business. And yet I am here, my mind elsewhere. “I’m just tired because of the flight. “ I say. “I think I know a great way to help you wake up?” Anastasia crosses her legs and the dress opens to reveal long, perfectly- shaped limbs, smooth skin and legs that all men want wrapping around their shoulders. “What do you offer?” I ask an