Anastasia Marie Novel Novels & Stories

She was lying on the ground, unconscious and naked. “Alpha Connor…” She called my name and I could feel in her voice how tired she was when her wolf come out from earlier. I remove my shirt and wear it to Anastasia to cover her naked body. “Let me take good care of everything, Ana. Just rest well, and I will bring you to your room.” I whispered in her ear and after that, I carry her body and then started walking away from the rooftop. I am still captivated by Anastasia's green-eyed wolf. That image is still in my mind and I felt scared about her protection even more once the others might see her. She was different from other wolves. Anastasia's wolf was rare, and I will never allow anybody t

Alpha Jax handed it to Ana, who read it aloud to Damien: "'To whoever finds this, our daughter, Anastasia, is not of our blood. She is a gift from the Moon Goddess, a Lycan born of prophecy. Protect her, for she will be the key to uniting the packs and bringing peace to our kind.'" Ana's voice trembled as she finished reading, her eyes locked onto Damien's, seeking answers and reassurance. Ana's eyes welled up with tears as she read the note, her heart aching for the mother who had sent her away to protect her. The note spoke of war, suffering, and death, and Ana realized that her past was marked by violence and fear.

I asked as Maria set our breakfasts on the table. “Soon.” I’m still trying to get a hold of the situation on the ground.” “Alright, just keep me informed,” I said taking a bit of the toast on my plate. Before Dimitri could respond, soft footsteps entered the kitchen. I turned to see Anastasia walking in, looking fresh out of the shower. her hair still damp. She was wearing a casual fitted top and jeans. “Hello Dimitri,” she said walking to the counter, grabbed an apple, and took a small bite.

Oh. You don’t know me yet, how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Anastasia, last name Gastillo. I am an omega to the Grimsborrow pack, or town. We’re really both. My family comes from money, and I’ve never known what it’s like to suffer, or even work for anything. I just had to ask and it was given. That isn’t the case anymore. You see, two weeks ago, I woke up to something horrifying and I haven’t been able to think straight since then. /FLASHBACK/

” I nodded , hesitantly ;” my goodness Anna , please be careful “ she warned me and I nodded with a smile My aunt had nothing to worry about that , I’m not the kind of girl who sleeps with guys on the first date , nor the second or the third It was gonna take a long time for me to give my virginity to someone , I had standards and principles , I’m nothing without them And if Damon Sorrentino thought I was gonna give in so easily for him , he has another thing coming D A M O N “ Anastasia Gilbert “ I was in my villa , sitting in my desk , my blouse’s buttons were opened , a glass of bourbon in my hand , muttering Anna’s name It felt like a melody She had me wrapped around her finger , for now

🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲 Carlos's Pov- My father has been nagging at me since we arrived about meeting María. Something isn't quite right! I have this gut feeling he is up to something but I haven't been able to figure out what that something is as of yet. I swirled the ice around the inside of my glass, Even whiskey wouldn't set me at ease. Nicolas was dead, I made sure of it. But Maria, The sweet Princesa De la Mafia, had been through a traumatic event when she was supposed to be under my protection. I failed her, I failed and she had suffered for it.

Chapter 16 Anastasia's POV I still pondered over the letter and the name, Annaliese. I am left to wonder if maybe I got the letter mistakenly. I decided to be quiet about the letter and see if maybe my maids would talk about it themselves or if I would get this type of letter again. It was then I realized that I had eaten all the cookies absentmindedly. The Lycans triplets seemed to be keeping the ends of the bargain pretty well. I thought to myself and laughed.

Anastasia It was maddening. Something about the rattling sound inside her veins, the intoxicating smell of her skin, I couldn't stand one minute without wishing to taste her warm blood. And that's what I hated about myself. My predator instinct was unforgiving. Who was this girl?—an innocent human with a deadly charm? I held my breath the whole time I was near her. All details of her features stuck in my mind. Those big brown eyes that stared back at me. Her pale lips pressed together to hide the pain. A mass of dark brown lock whirled around her slender body. Of course, she wasn't perfect like most of us, but I couldn't shake the urge to make her mine. Yet I knew she would never be. Her wri

Kelly, who is still gawking and now Alexander who seems to think this is all too funny, because the moment I open my mouth, he stifles a laugh as he watches my every move arrogantly. Glancing between Kelly and Alexander, I say loudly as I challenge him, “As if it is any of your business, I am Anastasia Smith and I don’t like assholes.” Laughing again, this time he glares down at me and states begrudgingly through his teeth, “Well, then. I guess that we won’t have too much of a problem as long as you aren’t a bitch about it.” Hearing Kelly say slowly, “Woah.” I feel her hand on my arm, pulling me back away from him.

*Bruno* Through the frost-laced glass, Anastasia looked like a figure in a painting—small, red, and alone. Her shawl was pinched tight around her neck, a splash of crimson against the garden's pale marble and ice-bitten hedges as she retreated one slow step at a time .Her breath hung in the cold like smoke, her movements stiff, like every part of her was holding something in—pain, secrets, the weight of a crown too heavy for her shoulders.