Anastasia Novels & Stories

I noticed the little girl turn to me to give me a not too subtle inquisitive look then turned back to Damon. "Who is she?" She whispered to Damon, she whispered very loudly though, that's why I was able to hear it, but it was still cute. "That's Latifah ." Damon answered. He never once took his eyes off the little girl. She turned back to me. "Hi Adrianna, my name is Anastasia, but you can call me Anna, or Princess Sofia the first. Your choice." she smiled at me. "Well, its nice to meet you Anastasia. How old are you?" I asked her.

My tone came out bitter than I had intended. "Does he treat you well?" she was clearly ignoring my question. "At least, he respects me," I retorted. "And I can't deny what's between him and me." For a moment, I wished I hadn't said that. I could feel Anastasia's body stiffened against mine. We were alone and far from anyone. She could have done all harms to me, and I wouldn't be able to take her down even with all my years of training. Anastasia Romanov wasn't a normal vampire. I had witnessed her strength and ability to attack our hunters. A fraction of my mind had been constantly warning me of this fierce princess.

I don't even know what accent she was attempting; all I know is she sounded ridiculous. "What on earth is that accent you're putting on, Ana?" I snapped. She whipped around to look at me "Do not call me that! My name is not Ana, and it's not Anastasia! My name," she continued calmly coming towards me, "is Anastausia. Say it with me, sister, repeat after me," she sat on my bed and said very slowly "Ana-" then looked at me and motioned with her hands for me to repeat. Feeling too tired to fight, I amused her, "Ana-" I responded with some sarcasm. She looked at me sternly and finished "stausia. Ana-Stausia is how it's pronounced. extra emphasis on the U," she inf

The bed beneath her creaked as she wrapped her legs tightly around the man, the sounds of their thighs clashing filled the room. Aria looked at the man who was now staring directly into her eyes with a dead pan and empty look in his as he thrusts into her repeatedly. Then he stopped. “I Alpha Alec rejects you Aria as my mate”

"I am Kassian's apprentice. I have been for years. Dr. Alden must be confused. He is elderly. Perhaps his memory is failing." Dr. Alden straightened. His kind eyes turned sharp. "My memory is perfectly fine, young lady. I have known Kassian for forty years. We exchange letters regularly. And in every letter, he mentions his apprentice. A brilliant young woman from Red River. A girl named Anastasia who has been studying rare blood diseases since she was sixteen years old. I'm only telling you what Kassian told me. Perhaps there are two Anastasias." "There is only one," I said.

"Unless any of you would like to question my decision?" Silence. The white-blonde woman stepped forward. She possessed a chilling beauty, akin to a blizzard—cold, deadly, impossible to ignore. Her icy eyes met mine, holding them captive. "I am Anastasia Volkov," she announced, her voice as sharp as frost. "Leader of the Siberian pack. And I have no desire to witness a half-blood embarrass herself in the ring." "I didn't ask for your interest," I retorted. Anastasia offered a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "You have spirit. I appreciate that. Perhaps when Niklas breaks you, I will collect the pieces and forge something useful.

“What are you doing?” Anastasia hissed. “Dmitri is fully Russian, not American.” “How are you so sure about that?” I asked, turning to Anastasia. Her eyes widened, darting between me and Mikhail. Seems like she has opened something that was meant to be closed.

When I caught my best friend having an affair with my boyfriend , I didn’t react , I only left the scene acting like all was fine . No one consoled me for the pains and the betrayal that I felt , they said I should let it go after all she was my best friend and I should be happy for her . Well, trust me I was . When her dad came unto me begging for just a taste of me , I wasn’t going to deny him such immense pleasure . I never wanted to be fucked , banged and treated like a slut by a man who was old enough to be my father , but then when this feelings that I couldn’t control kept coming in , did I have to give in ? I was nothing but a dirty little slut A bitch , tha

They said I was nothing but a slave and I could never be the Luna of their pack Was that true? They said that I was a whore and just a pleasure machine to make men feel good . I could never accept that . They said that I was a fucking mistake and no one wanted me not even my father and I should be grateful for the miserable life that the monster had placed me on but how could I accept that . Being the only child and daughter of a single mother who becomes the wife to the most powerful and ruthless alpha and mother to his triplets sons and I being made to go through the pain of her decisions . I was nothing but a mere slave to them but why did they fear my existence? , why d

A woman, rather, with perfect glassy skin that checked every box in the short list Reina had spewed with malice. Blonde. Pretty smile. Able to hold a conversation. Eloquent. As if things couldn't get any worse, she said something that pulled a genuine smile out of him while she laughed softly. She was beautiful without even trying. "That's Anastasia; the party girl," Mikhail informed me. "It's her birthday. She's labeled the jewel of the Bratva because of her beauty, so that explains the crowd. Every man here has an eye for her," he added dryly, swiping a glass of alcohol from a server's tray from himself. "They wished they could marry her. Not only is her fat