Anastasia Novels & Stories

After about an hour there was a knock on my door before it opened, a girl walked in, she had the same staff member's clothes, the difference between their uniform and ours, theirs is fully black with no extra tie. "Hello little one, I'm one of the dominants responsible for this floor. The name is Anastasia but you can call me Anna, you mind if we have a chat?" She says with my head still buried in the pillow refusing to talk. She walks in toward me, her hand goes against my hair as she pets my head in a calming motion.

“Seeking solace I guess.” Anastasia nodded slowly. She turned the stool to face Ezra until her knees and Ezra's were touching. Anastasia wears a short black skirt above the knee, a black stocking wraps around her long legs together with black leather ankle boots. She wore a tank top and a warm purple fur jacket to wrap around her body. She's decent enough as a Hooker, thought Ezra. But Anastasia is aggressive. "Am I enough to cheer you up?" "How much do you charge per night?"

Elijah: “Thank you” Anastasia told the maid who took her coat from her. The maid walked toward the closet to hang it while Anastasia watched before she was guided in. She held her mug of coffee in her right hand while her phone was in her left. Her laptop bag was strapped on her shoulder. Her dark brown hair was tied in a messy bun over her head. She wore a black shirt and black pants, and I couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t have any makeup on.

Allergies:- Women! Female Lead:- Anastasia Lopez. 5ft8 tall, a shade of blue, big, round eyes. An oval shaped face, flawless skin with brunette, long hair… 21years old. Warm and cheerful. An undergraduate that does all kinds of day job to save her little brother! Smiles through any situation! ••••••••• Marcus Aurelius:- Nicklaus’s best and childhood friend. Matilda Jane Spears:- Anastasia’s best friend. Ms Bell Lopez:- Anastasia’s Aunt.

But now is different so she doesn't hesitate to ring the bell. Anastasia decided to dry her hair for the mean time while waiting for a knock. Looking at the mirror once again, she suddenly remember her original face before transmigrating here. Its Anastasia's face not Doreen Garcia. And now she notice the difference of their appearance. Anastasia has a straight short black hair while Doreen has a long brown curly hair. Anastasia is short while Doreen is tall enough. Anastasia's eyes is black, her nose is not so pointed and has a chapp

i needed the bitterness to clear the fog from my brain. The bathroom door finally opened, the sound of the lock clicking loudly in the quiet room. Anastasia walked out, she had already put her clothes back on. Her hair was damp from the shower, combed back away from her face. Her blouse was buttoned all the way to the top collar, hiding her collarbones completely. She was wearing her gray blazer, her posture stiff and professional once again. She looked like the Chief Executive Officer of the Black corporation, not the woman who had held onto my shoulders in the dark.

I kissed a stranger at a party and it turned out to be my worst nightmare. Rosie is a total nerd and a straight A student. Her goals were simple. Survive college, maintain her scholarship and take care of her brother. But when she’s forced to house party by her best friends she finds herself in a game of truth and dare and she’s dared to kiss the first boy she sets her on or pay the default fees of 500usd. In her drunken state she kissed the first boy she sets her eyes on but when she pulls away she finds out that the boy she had kissed was no other than Cole Donovan the most popular boy on campus, her school hockey team captain and a tv star. Cole isn’t a sweetheart, he’s th

“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.

Hopefully, he doesn't sneak out or I’m dead if Lily sees him. The second floor was quiet. Good. Maybe the others were downstairs. I descended the stairs and immediately heard laughter and conversation from the common area. Passing the hallway, I spotted Anastasia by the window, giggling on the phone. She was a 20-year-old college junior here in Southville—super friendly and chatty. Fair skin, curly hair, cute upturned nose, thin lips. Honestly, girl could pass for a beauty queen. She waved when she noticed me, so I flashed a quick smile back.

Deep in that little cum canal that is her tight virgin hole. I cannot believe this is her first time giving head. I really can’t. If I didn’t trust this girl so implicitly, I would be absolutely sure she was lying to me. But I do trust Anastasia. I trust her with my life, and I’ve only just started to spend any real time with her. Anastasia Jackson. That name’s got a wonderful ring to it.