Anastasia Knight Interracial Novels & Stories

myself for trouble. She always brought it wherever she went, and tonight, I wasn’t in the mood to entertain her games.“Nothing much,” she said, her tone saccharine sweet as she sauntered in. “I just came to check on the new so-called Luna of the land. How’s she doing?”I raised an eyebrow. “I’m fine, thanks. Is that all?” My voice was sharp, but I kept my composure.Anastasia didn’t respond right away. Instead, she leaned against the doorframe, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized me. Then, she smirked, her next words dripping with venom.“So,” she began, “you think you can just waltz back into this pack and steal Ezekiel from me? All because you’re some piece of rag he impregnated in the pas

Alpha Ryan Damison All I see is red. Anger. My veins ferociously pulsate hard as I think of my mate. My mate is a guy, I can’t accept this shit. Clearly, the Moon goddess had it out for me. What a sly bitch, as there is no more hilarious mistake than pairing me with a guy! I knew she hated me from the start. But there were bigger bastards than me in the past. Then why me? Why? My chest heaves menacingly, anger and fury rising to the surface. The way my mate existed disgusts me. His gender disgust me, his thin body, his weakness, everything about him disgusts me.

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

I can't help myself but to kiss her in front of many people in the restaurant.I knew there were eyes watching us but I don't care.I can see in her eyes how much she wants me.I admit that i am happy with her but i don't want her to think that i will go with her just because of her money. "I like you so much," I said. "Wait,I can't believe you can kiss me in front of many people"she said "Now you have proven that you are different from the guys I have met before," Anastasia smiled with tears in her eyes.

He said smiling at her. “Yeah I don’t believe that.” She said looking away from him. “I know I am going to be a lot stronger in a few days because he is giving me magic that is going to unlock my powers, I will then take you both on, and I will make sure you suffer the most.” She said looking at her. “Well I take that as a challenge, I look forward to it Anabel Knight.” He said before he disappeared.

Mr Michaelson said. Dylan shuddered at Anastasia’s name. He loathed the girl more than anything. She had studied medicine and somehow was into cosmetic surgery now. And while one would think she offered the services, it was not the case. Instead she was the one in need of the service. Dylan had fallen for Katrina due to get natural beauty. He could not imagine going from that to a woman whose life depended on Botox. “Concentrate on getting Katrina out. Leave Anastasia to me. She’s to be married to me and not you.” Dylan retorted.

So I grab a notebook from the desk drawer—a pretty, leather-bound thing that smells like money and untapped potential—and start writing. Things I Remember from the Novel (or: My Half-Baked Guide to Not Dying Socially) Anastasia (that’s her name, right?) comes back from Europe in about two weeks. She’s fluent in French, plays the cello, and once rescued a puppy from drowning. Everyone adores her. Lyra—me—gets kicked out shortly after. No scandal. Just “you’ve grown so independent” energy and a disappearing bank account. Ethan Quan = second male lead. Wheelchair. Tragic backstory. Genius. Also, kind of hot? Yeah. Hot.

My tone came out bitter than I had intended. "Does he treat you well?" she was clearly ignoring my question. "At least, he respects me," I retorted. "And I can't deny what's between him and me." For a moment, I wished I hadn't said that. I could feel Anastasia's body stiffened against mine. We were alone and far from anyone. She could have done all harms to me, and I wouldn't be able to take her down even with all my years of training. Anastasia Romanov wasn't a normal vampire. I had witnessed her strength and ability to attack our hunters. A fraction of my mind had been constantly warning me of this fierce princess.

"Even though I don't fucking trust myself, Because, one, I might have really fucked that woman." James stood, his silhouette casting long shadows across the study's expanse. "Her name's Anastasia Brown, a model—not that well-known. Might be a grab for publicity, or maybe there's truth to it. You don't remember a damn thing, which makes this all the more intriguing." James says. "Get to the bottom of it, then," Xavier snarled, the command inherent in his posture, even seated. "Will do, Mr. Knight," James assured, his confidence grating against Xavier's nerves as he turned to leave, steps slow and measured—the calm before the storm that Xavier knew was brewing on the horizon.

Someone who specialized in the weird, the rare, the supernatural pregnancies that didn't fit the usual mold. There was only one person I knew of with that kind of reputation: Anastasia. She was old, even by Lycan standards, and had a history of dealing with... complicated births. Pregnancies involving rare bloodlines, strange circumstances. She was a bit of a recluse, living far up in the mountains, but if anyone could give me answers, it was her. It took some convincing, and a significant show of respect – and a rather large gift – to get her to agree to travel here. But she finally arrived, a small, wiry woman with eyes that seemed to see right through you. She didn't waste time on pleasan