Anastasia Lyrics Novels & Stories

It was pissed, and for the first time, she felt like she knew why. “Asteria, where are you?” She called again, “Don’t tell me that this is the first time you decided to be all holy and ignore me? Now that I’m looking for you, you decide to ignore me. How pathetic are you, you beast!” She raised her voice higher and higher until she ended up screaming the words. “Shut up, you pathetic little wench!” A monstrous voice echoed, and Anastacia was forced to cover her ears as the loud sound and vibration of the voice began to affect her.

Selena became normal soon but she was feeling disgusted as she remembered that man's filthy touch on her. "I.. I am fine, Ana… are.. are you okay?" This time Selena asked in a worried tone while checking her too. "Oh, I am fine! Wait a minute for me! I will just teach those bastards a lesson by kicking them where the sun doesn't shine. I swear!" Anastasia cursed to herself and abruptly turned around, ready to teach them 'a lesson'. Selena's eyes widened, she quickly got a hold of her arm to stop Anastasia but both of them were stopped in their tracks as they saw the scene in front of them.

Anastasia's POV Worry fills me as I continue to stare at the mysterious woman in front of me. “What?" I ask my hands getting sweaty from nerves. “Leave him alone or I will make sure everyone gets to know what a slut you really are.” She walks off leaving me standing there in shock. I am more that speechless at what she just said to me. “It's impossible for her to have known." I whisper to myself. I walk past the crowd and head straight for Ryan. “I'm not feeling too well, I need to go home."

That was enough to snap her out of this nonsense show she was putting on. My words made her angry. "Me, infected like that nymphomaniac? Repulsive!" She sparked, getting back in her seat to wipe off invisible irritations from her body. She can't wipe off something that's already imprinted in her blood. It's already a part of her. "I meant every word I said about that girl." She stamped her hand on the table, getting serious. "She's only deceiving you into thinking she's innocent. Anastasia is a slut!"

"It doesn't matter. They are just using you, that doesn't mean you should do as you please.” I smiled, "Sorry miss perfection.” I said wriggling free from her hold. "I'm not the type to not what I don't want. I'm hungry, I can't cook and there's a fridge filled with food,” I said as I made my way towards the door. "Food meant for me to eat.” Teresa yelled at me, "You're thinking too high of yourself Anastasia! you're too young to understand the consequences of your actions. You better not make me…."

Quizzically, Idara raised an eyebrow and mumbled, “Sorry? What was that?” “Come on, you know what I'm talking about.” Anastasia inhaled fresh air, her eyes fixated on a small speedboat moving under the mighty Third Mainland Bridge. “It's about that song I sang some minutes ago.” Idara raised another eyebrow, giving her friend a sideways look. “Okay. What about it?” Anastasia's breath came out in a whoosh as she said, “Dara, I can't believe you still haven't figured out what I meant, despite the hint I just gave you.”

He knew that the journalist was far behind and that he would never be able to catch up. Maximilian picked up his cell phone to call Bryan. "Bryan, come get me! I'm sending you the location." "Yes, sir." Maximilian took a deep breath and smiled as he remembered the kiss, Anastasia's lips felt like ice cream, very soft. *** Anastasia sits at the piano, her fingers gently tapping the keys. The lyrics she wrote in her notebook were touching, about someone who was hurt by love, but found new strength in the person who protected her. The words flow effortlessly, so soft and full of emotion. This song is not only a piece of music, but also a manifestation of her feelings.

He walked towards me and still, didn't take his eyes away from me. I couldn't help myself but to stare at his rounded brown eyes . " Are you trying to escape?" His deep voice echoed in the room. I feel the authority on how he speak. As if I am his territory. I couldn't move where I was standing and just bent down my head because I couldn't speak due of the shock and fear. "I already own you, Anastasia. And from now on, you're going to live here."

I sobbed out, resting my head in her arms as I cried. Her eyes welled with something close to helplessness. She was always the one, holding it together for me, whenever I needed comfort. She never gets tired. “My princess, this will surely pass. I know… I know how hard it has been for you…” “No, you don't. I…I barely get myself together. I lost my spark. They abandoned me. They forced me to be who I don't even want to be…” “Anastasia….. “Where is Leigh?” I asked, desperately cleaning my tears. “She would've known what to say at this point. I am so down.”

A.n hi lovely readers, welcome to my new book, quick warning, I don't like describing things, like clothes, and housing, I find it boring, if you don't like it sorry, If you don't understand something please ask, I'll be happy to answer any questions. On that note please enjoy. My name is Anastasia, I am twenty years old and I have black hair and brown eyes, my mother died, in a car accident when I was thirteen, since then it's been just dad and I.