Anastasia Knights Death Novels & Stories

her out the side door. Agnes “accidentally” spilled an entire tray of champagne down the front of that tacky gown she wore while I whispered every single detail of her false testimony against me…how it almost ruined my life and how I'll make her pay, right in her ear. By the time security arrived, Anastasia was sobbing, soaked, mascara running, begging them to let her stay. That she is an heiress and Jace’s true fiancée. They didn’t listen of course. Payback never felt so sweet.

Hearing this, Dianne snorted in annoyance. "No one else wants to bid more than $8 million? Okay, this exclusive diamond necklace goes to Mr. Richard Anderson!" Everyone applauded. "I'm going to give this diamond necklace to a special lady. And that person is here," Richard said, and everyone frowned and looked at each other. They were curious about who this special person was that Richard was talking about. Jason and Dianne were wondering the same thing. "Really? Who is this lucky lady, Mr. Richard?" "She is my wife, Annastasya Anderson," Richard replied as he looked at Anna.

Alyssa Watson My eyelashes blinked and I scoffed, my face was struck with an unbelievable look. "These people are more despicable than I thought," Since they want to play some games, then I will do them the honor of being their opponent. I sat on the chair and massaged my fingers. I opened an anonymous I*******m account and posted one of the pictures I saw on Alyssa Arnold's phone. It was a picture of Tristan and Chloe kissing secretly. There were a lot of secrets on the phone and it left me wondering how many secrets Alyssa died with.

Chris laughed nervously. Sienna didn't say anything. Not because Brandon would try to kill him, but because thinking of him made her miserable. She wished this night would just end. Second party ruined by that bastard. Chris continued, "I did hear this one time that they were on a co-op and BT was trapped by like 3 guys, and they were dunking his head in this barrel of water and trying to choke him with a rope! And BT grabbed his knife even though his head was submerged, stabbed the guy to his left, slit the other guy's throat, and the one who had the rope around his neck, flipped him then choked him with his own rope!"

That was right, the only thing that should be on my mind now should be Anastasia and no one else. ***The next day*** Anna's pov I needed to look good for Vincent so I asked Sarah for help to pick out an outfit from my closet so I could surprise Vincent, anything won't just do because he asked me to look pretty. She helped me with my hair first and ended up getting a ribbon from her house to tie at the front of my hair where Tom had cut off a strand. It wasn't showing up that much but I just wanted to cover it today. I wore an A-line blue dress that just came out above my knee.

They both spat on me and left. I wept heavily, My heart felt like it was being pierced by a thousand arrows. I screamed out, calling on the doctors as I kept on shaking my father, asking him to wake up. The room erupted into chaos as nurses and doctors stormed in, shouting orders and pushing me aside. I stood there, numb and trembling, my eyes brimming with hot tears as I watched them working to save him. But deep down, I knew. This could be the end. "You have to excuse us, Ms. Anastasia." The doctor ordered and with a heavy heart, I left and stood outside the room, watching them through the glass door.

-Anastasia- I barely remembered why tonight was so important. Roman made it so easy to forget, but as I entered the bathroom, the purpose of tonight came rushing back. I was going to make them pay. Ready? “Definitely,” I whispered as I washed up, rinsing my hands in the sink. I looked into the mirror and saw the yellow glow in my eyes. Sierra was there, ready for what lay ahead. Don’t forget the knife. I had found Roman’s stash of weapons in the closet and taken a small dagger. I would be bringing it tonight.

Her wrist rested on her thigh, the skin around it had turned a faint shade of red. Did I grip her too hard? I tapped the window once, gaining the driver's attention. "Get in. We're leaving.” **** ANASTASIA I bit my lip, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. What the fuck was that? Why did I let a tear fall? In front of Dominic Blackwood, of all people. I dug my nails into my palm. The car came to a stop in his driveway. I glanced out the window, the villa came into view.

Anastasia’s POV “I'm going to die, I can't keep up with you ... .stop.” I couldn't count how many times I said that particular statement. My body was a mess, my thoughts were scrambled and even my body wasn't helping matters. It betrayed me, three..no four times already. Each time the orgasm ripped through my body like lightening, I was shaking and sobbing, drenched in sweat and and tears. Draco didn't slow down once. His mouth remained there, even after each break down, he continued at a slow pace and then fast, plunging his tongue inside me until I screamed into the pillow and pulled back enough to catch my breath before starting all over again.

"It's about Miss Anastasia's birth mother, Krystal Rose. I found new information about the accident that killed her.” Maximilian immediately opened the report, his eyes running over the text. As he read, he felt a deep sadness wash over him. "Krystal Rose died in a car accident. But... Anastasia survived because her mother pushed her out before the car fell into the ravine." Maximilian was almost speechless. His thoughts immediately turned to the woman he loved so much. Bryan nodded slowly. "Yes, sir. It was a tragic accident. Krystal Rose died instantly, and the car caught fire when it fell into a ravine. Luckily, Miss Anastasia survived. It must be one of the most painful memories of her l