Anastasia Lyrics Novels & Stories

Samantha, my best friend, sat beside me on my bed and exclaimed. "Lisa, you look astonishing!" She was fixated on my phone as she spoke. "You should really consider sending Nick these photos of yourself." She turned the phone to face me, an intoxicating selfie of me lying in bed without a top shone brightly from the phone's screen.

At any moment my control will snap. Fuck. Anastasia leans up on her elbows and I can't help looking at her. She turns her neck, and her glossy blonde hair slides off her shoulders. She's covered in hickeys. Good God, how will she hide this in school? Anastasia follows my eyes to her neck, she brushes her fingers over her chest up to her throat. "Oh." She says. "Nothing a little makeup can't cover." She swings her legs over, and gets up. Anastasia fixes her look in a couple of seconds, she even makes her messy hair look like she did it on purpose.

Anastasia screamed, "Let me go, let me go. I will find my daughter. I will not leave her alone. I will not leave here until I find my daughter. My daughter is waiting for me to rescue her. Let me go." Hearing Anastasia's anguished screams, the security guard looked at her with sorrow. Anastasia pushed the security guard away from her and started trying to move the burning wreckage of the car with her hands. Her hands burned as she tried to move the burning wreckage of the car with her hands.

I feel small and pathetic, a stark contrast to the rage that fueled me just moments ago. A sharp cough from the doorway cuts through my breakdown. I freeze, pulling away from Lila to see a tall man in a sharp tuxedo standing there. He looks like he hasn't slept in a week, his eyes tired and critical. He clears his throat again, louder this time. "Anastasia?" he asks, his voice clipped and professional. I wipe my face with the back of my hand, smearing my mascara. "Yeah?" "The Boss wants to see you," he says, gesturing toward the hallway. "Now."

The one who carved this phrase must been inlove with someone or just finding someone to love. Giggling to herself, she suddenly have an urge to wrote a reply. So she tried to find something, something that is sharp enough and found a stick. Thinking of what she should write, she decided to just let her hand to do the job for her. 'Let me be that someone then...' . Anastasia was jolted awake from her sleep by the loud ring of her phone. Cursing on her mind, she decided to answer the call. Its not like she have a choice.

“Daughter of the Ocean, danger lurks. You must be strong.” Time froze. The assassins were suspended mid-air, motionless. A memory surfaced no, a melody deep in her bones. Anastasia opened her mouth and began to sing. A haunting, ancient tune. Time resumed but the assassins faltered, their eyes wide in terror. “The Death Siren’s Song…” one of them whispered, trembling. Anastasia kept singing. Each note resonated through the room, vibrating the very walls. As she reached the climax of the song, the Sirens cried out, their hands moving against their will.

"Explain to me, who the hell are you?" Anastasia's mouth opens and closes soundlessly. But no matter how hard she tries, no coherent response would come. "I... I..." she stammers, her voice almost inaudible. My patience wears thin, my frustration starts to take over. "Enough!" I snap, my voice echoing off the walls of the kitchen. "I want the truth, Anastasia. Who are you, and what do you want from me?" Anastasia's hazel eyes, behind her eyeglasses, shimmer with unshed tears, her lower lip trembling as she fights to hold back her emotions. But as she meets my unwavering gaze, she’s finally able to articulate a response.

Anastasia smiled her eyes in vexatious and leaned closer to her in a provoking manner which made all the hairs on her skin stand up in pure disgust. "Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday sister Alex Happy Birthday to you" Anastasia began to sing. "Your whole existence is a sin, don't you already know that? A sin child like you do not deserve happiness what they deserve is pure torture. Let me make a confession today alright?"

"They didn't even give me another chance." "Their loss. What'd you last sing?" "Veronica's new song," Anastasia murmured. "Ah. Big mistake. I told you those sellouts are too mainstream for that kinda music," he joked with a quick laugh. She snickered and pulled away to look him in the eye now. "I sang it really good, though." "I know you did." "You weren't there." Anastasia pouted. "How would you know?" "You can sing her high notes with little to no effort. I listened to your demos last week."

Anastasia POV: I have never heard Vincent talk like this before ,did something happen to his voice. His voice was calm and smooth unlike the Vincent that I know that would talk in a voice promising pain just to instill fear in someone. "Mm... Vincent hi" I greeted flashing him a nervous smile as if that would work ,I prayed that he doesn't do anything to me,I was in such a good mood I don't want anything ruining it today. Vincent took in my appearance,he looked at me from head to toe and I felt nervous under his scrutinizing gaze and silence,I heard him tsk..