Novelas y relatos de Anastasia

What happens when you find yourself trapped in a world that was never yours, your father betrays you, your mothers turns her back on you and your siblings hate you. Rowena thinks that her life couldn’t get any worse than being the hidden princess at the castle, all that she had looked forward to her entire life was turning 18 so she could get away from there but when she turns 18 her kingdom turns their back on her and her father tries to have her killed. To escape her father’s hatred Rowena has to strike a deal with the wolf king that had been captured and tortured for years by her people. That night, under the full moon she lets the beast go and also escapes with him but what

To Raina her husband was the perfect man made from heaven for her and so when their company suffers an attack she never hesitate to take the fall for him. For two years she was locked behind bars and her reputation was stampeded on but when she finished serving her sentence and returns her heart shatters when she finds out that not only had her husband betrayed her, he had married her sister and even had a baby with her and the worst of all her parents were on it with him. A reckless one night stand leads to a contract marriage with a total stranger but the man she married isn’t just any stranger he was Damien kade her husband rival. With her new husband by her side who had vowed to make a

“Hands on the bed Tessa” Killian growled behind his voice rough and unsteady. My eyes widened as he pulls my legs apart and comes in between them and wraps the belt tightly against my neck choking out my breath from me But you’re my stepbrother I choked against his hold. Little slutty girls like you deserved to fucked.

My hybrid kept jumping inside my chest like a hungry demon, forcing me to inhale the scent that her skin gave off. The girl walked toward the desk with a feline parsimony. She stopped two meters away from me, rested a hand with long and well-groomed nails on the wood, and sketched a smile that poured perversion. “Killian... You... are my mate,” she said with an almost inaudible softness. “I am Anastasia. Anastasia Volkov. I have come all the way from the north of the Council just to find you.” That goddamn voice vibrated directly in my chest, trying to calm Fenris's fury, but my wolf replied internally with a warning growl.

Mafia princess Anastasia Rostova is not your conventional Mafia princess. Betrothed to old, senile, sadistic Lev Avilov since she was just five, Anastasia has avoided home for years, running off to England for studies. But with her twentieth birthday approaching quickly, she knows she has no choice. It's either she married Lev, or her father and everyone one else she holds dear...die.

“Don’t be stubborn.” Anastasia merely rolled her eyes, a gesture of profound dismissal. But before she turned to go, she glanced at me, flashing a quick, conspiratorial wink. I was stunned, caught in the crossfire of their exchange, my mind reeling. Then, with a swish of her silk robe, she was gone, leaving the door ajar, a silent witness to the charged atmosphere that remained.

Natasha stared at me in confusion as she tried to figure out who i was talking about, kai mentioned her name once to me but i couldn’t remember “are you talking about Anastacia?” she asked, finally realizing who i was talking about “yes, i think that’s her name” i answered quickly, desperately waiting for her response “oh…” Natasha said as she blinked severally, realization washing over her “well, there is nothing between Anastacia and kai. She’s like an annoying fly that kai can’t get rid of because of the alliance between her father and our father. But you shouldn’t worry about her” Natasha said, while i let out a breath that i never thought i had been holding.

They wore suits that didn't hide their expressionless faces, and they were obviously armed. Then the third. A woman. She stepped out like she’d been sculpted from frost and venom. White gloves. Crimson lips. A single braid coiled over her shoulder. She was older than Joana but younger than Katherina—somewhere in that dangerous middle. “Anastasiya Ivanov,” one of the men announced. Andrei stepped forward to greet her personally. They embraced like old acquaintances wearing silk. Zane watched from the top of the stairs. Her eyes found him almost immediately.

“Some things can’t wait, Mother.” The air crackles. They’re smiling, but it’s a duel. Every word a blade. Anastasia steps closer, diamonds flashing. “You always did have… peculiar taste,” she says, eyes raking over my dress, my bare back, my trembling fingers clutching Nicholas’s sleeve. “Tell me, darling,” she addresses me directly, voice honey over broken glass, “what exactly is it you do? Model? Influencer? Or are you one of those girls who just… spreads her legs for the right last name?”

I say as she leaves the terminal and out of sight. “Tati, find out everything you can about a woman called Anastasia Renato. I want it all before we land in Sicily.” I say to her and she nods her head when Ivan chuckles and I look at him and raise an eyebrow. “What is it?” I ask him, and he smiles at me. “Anastasia in Russian means resurrection. Renato in Italian means born again. I would hedge a bet that she is Cassandria.” He says, and I nod my head at his words.