Novel & Cerita Anastasia Lyrics

"They don't even know what I'm capable of doing to them but for the meantime, I'ma gonna use them both to my maximum satisfaction." My friendship with Roman was on the crazy level already because I couldn't really describe what I felt for him although deep down, I knew my heart was connected to his at some point. I was still thinking about the whole thing when a soft drag on my hair jolted me back to reality. "Ohh, daydreamer. I've been calling you all this while but it's definitely obvious that your mind isn't here. So, tell me what's bothering you my sweet Anna?" Roman had this charming personality of being nice to people and giving then listening ears if they needed any.

“The agency of the actress, Danica Torres, finally breaks the silent about the issue of their top artist. The agency said that its all misunderstanding and Danica is innocent all this time. The drugs in the video is just edited and the person who uploaded the video already erase it…” Anonymous cat: I don’t think it’s edited at all! Gorgeous deity: You are right, she just wants to escape that issue! Tyrant Phoenix: Don’t let that woman fool us lightly!

Chapter 4 Anastasia’s POV Stuffing the last bite of hamburger in my mouth, I close my eyes and chew with a satisfied smile. No shitty Lamborghini can spoil my day… I already have a 9million hanging on my neck… And he wants to add his own millons? Never! I take large gulp from my coffee and look outside the cafe’s window. Everyone is busy outside, everyone is going on with their own business… I’m the only one with no business right now!

I responded. Anastasia closed the gap between us, her eyes stern. "Aren't you, Golem?" she said, her voice laced with frustration. "Go ahead and tell me. You forgot about my name!!! Who would ever believe that," she yelled. Taking a deep breath, she continued, "Or maybe it's just me overreacting. You probably hit your head somewhere while flying and suffered from amnesia, am I right?" She held me gently by the chin, examining my face. Suddenly, her eyes turned red with flames, and I could feel the heat of the fire burning within her as she demanded, "Whose lipstick is this, Golem? Don't tell me your dead mom kissed you now."

she stopped talking, "it's like since you've been away, nothing can faze them!" "Just give me some names, Anastasia. It's the only way I can assist you," I pleaded, cautiously inching closer to her as if she might explode right before me. “Sorry, A, but I can’t do that.” Anastasia finally broke down in front of me, tears streaming down her face. I pulled her into a comforting embrace, but she quickly pulled away, her expression a mix of discomfort and pain, as if hiding something deeper. "My bad," I muttered as she wiped away her tears. In one swift move, I lifted the back of her shirt, revealing handprints and a number 4 etched into her skin—marks that would undoubtedly leave scars. She tri

I stayed where I was, gripping my wine glass tighter than necessary. Theodore spun her smoothly. His hand slid to her waist. Too low and familiar, My jaw tightened. How dare he touch my wife? I stepped forward. Before I could reach them, the music changed again. A song about death, rebirth, and obsessive love.I cut in without asking. Snatched Anastasia from his hold and pulled her close. “Are you okay?” I asked quietly. She blinked slowly. “I’m… not okay.” Her voice sounded distant. “My head feels heavy.” My brows furrowed.

A line of sleek cars and even sleeker people stood waiting, but Anastasia breezed past them with the confidence of someone who belonged. The bass hit me first — heavy, low, and hypnotic. As Anastasia and I stepped into The Ace, the air vibrated with “Rose in Harlem” by Teyana Taylor. Dark, sultry beats rolled through the space, the kind of music that demanded your body sway without asking permission. Men in tailored shirts and women in glittering dresses filled the space, their laughter carried over by the DJ’s heavy beat, with Teyana Taylor's song, Rose in Harlem, playing in the background.

Anastasia let out a deep sigh, wrecking her fingers into her hair so she could try and stop thinking about anything. She had come here to free her mind, probably hoping that some loud music in the club would do, but was she wrong? Maybe that wasn't what she wanted at the moment. All Anna wanted at the moment was to stop her existence for just a few days, or rather to stop time so she could free herself from the torment she was going through right now!

“What do you want from me? You’ve already ruined my life, and now Howard is going to divorce me too.” Anastasia let out a chilling laugh, her eyes glinting with malice. “You can run away from him all you want, but there’s something that will always keep him tied to you, so he can't be mine fully.” Her words sent a shockwave through me, leaving me stunned. What did she mean? I knew she was Howard's adopted sister, but I could never understand the depth of their connection or why it seemed so twisted.

Because no matter how much I try to push them away, her words light a spark of hope I’m not sure should even exist in the first place. Anastasia suddenly leans back on the couch, stretching her arms over her head with a dramatic sigh. “Alright, enough of all this deep, soul-touching. Now, I need some spicy stuff.” She slaps her hands together and rubs them like she’s plotting something dangerous, a mischievous glint lighting up her eyes. I know exactly what she’s doing, trying to break the heavy mood and steer things into something lighter. But what I don’t expect is for her to aim that change directly at me.