Anastasia Knights Death Novels & Stories

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.

Then she looked around, and she hushed her. "I would never do that, honey," Janine lied. No one knew that she killed Anastasia but her and Sabrina. And if Sabrina still remembered. Not even Francisco. Francisco loved Anastasia to the point that he went crazy. Francisco **** Anastasia, but he never wanted anyone to touch her but him.

Therefore, her death remained a mystery. The day Lady Anastasia's death was announced by the Blackwell family, Melissa woke up. She didn't utter another word apart from requesting to be sent home immediately after the doctor had announced that she was fine and was out of danger. Duke Kensington, who had stayed by her side all the time, noticed her abnormality and promptly sent her home as per her request after alerting the Queen about it.

She glanced at the chains-- they seemed strong enough to hold a mad woman like Anastasia Robie, right? “Come and tell Anastasia how you snatched the life of her Alpha so you can be Luna,” Nathan beckoned, he was having way too much fun in this. “A very thrilling story, I must say.” Summoning a little courage, Katherine tightened her grip on her handbag, "What are you looking at?" But Anna didn't say a word. She was lost in her own head trying to process it. How… did it make any sense that her beloved was killed because… of money… and a status?

ALMOST DEAD Meanwhile, after Malia had killed Duke and Viva, she dropped their bodies apart. She dropped one on the front door of someone and dropped the other at the back of the house.Unknown to her a maid that worked in the palace, but lived outside, owned the house she dropped the body at. The maid’s name was Anastasia snow and she had mystic powers that made people Run from her. Hidden behind that mystic powers was a girl that had healing powers. Anastasia's POV

an irate Trey demands. "YOU THINK I HAD A CHOICE? SHE DID THIS IN A MOMENT BEFORE I COULD STOP HER! I PULLED HER AWAY FROM HER OWN FIRE AND DRENCHED HER IN MY RAIN. I PULLED THE STONE FROM HER HAND AND HAD TO RESTART HER BODY! YOU THINK I WANTED HER TO DIE?!" snarls Knox. "BOYS!" Shrieked Anastasia, glowing red with fire. Her phoenix is not happy with the tension right now.

She shook her head vigorously, tears already forming over the glassy layer of her eyes as she bit her trembling lips and cackled, “N-no…you don’t h-have to w-worry over that…please….” Adrian was like a wall, none of her pathetic acts reached him. He only smirked more balefully, “My deepest apologies sweetie, it’s just cutting lose ends”. And he pulled the trigger, sending the metal projectile into the middle of her chest. Anastasia staggered, her eyes expanded in disbelief and pain from betrayal as she collapsed to the floor. Adrian stood over her, casting his ominous shadow over her fallen form, “Farewell, Anastasia. Soon, the man you wasted your time loving, will come join you at the other

Her sincerity and kindness felt like sunlight, slowly melting the ice around my heart. Later, I heard Anastasia died in prison. She had been killed by a fellow inmate whose life she had ruined years ago by covering up a medical accident. That woman lost her husband and only child, had no way to appeal, and, eventually, broken by grief, ended up in the same block of prison as Anastasia. Enemies met, and sparks flew. I wasn't surprised by the outcome. Honestly, I felt no sorrow, just calm. Grabbing my coat, I got ready to head out. Natalie was at her desk, sorting through a new case file. She looked up and smiled when she saw me. "Leaving already? This case is tricky—I might have to work a bit

“Anastasiya Van Houten, whose identity had been leaked after her demise, a once-respected agent of Nova Command known popularly as Agent Twelve, went rogue in what officials are calling an act of paranoia and jealousy. She was accused of attempting to assassinate Prime Minister Malcom Reece and his fiancée before ultimately being neutralized” Neutralized. They meant me. The article went on, painting me as a dangerous and unstable individual—someone who had let madness consume her. They had rewritten my entire story. “Her actions led to a deadly fall off a cliff, resulting in her death. Due to the nature of her crimes, her remains have been denied a proper burial and marked for incineration u

ANASTASIA The news of Woods passing went round the werewolf land, stunning many. The truth behind his death was covered with a different story, which every werewolf believed, after learning of his deeds. The wolf force claimed they were the ones who took down Woods when the Alpha refused to comply with them, leading the matter into a serious fight. "He was violent. He even attempted to end Anastasia De Great's life, so we had no choice but to stop him," The head had lied to the public.