Anastasia Novels & Stories

If the dates were different, I would have never agreed to take her with me here. “You look way too serious tonight. “ She says and my eyes flicker to her. Anastasia is one of the most popular models in the whole world right now. She recently signed a contract with a big fashion brand. Real, stunning beauty. She is also always in a good mood, ready for a party. The perfect distraction from a long, hard day. She knows NOTHING about politics or business. And yet I am here, my mind elsewhere. “I’m just tired because of the flight. “

Anastasia’s is in the shape of a crown and looks like it’s glowing. Anastasia is an Alpha werewolf. She searched for her mate until she was in her mid-twenties, late by werewolf standards. It was my mother who figured out that she and King Ailduin were mates and brought them together. The story that is told around our pack is that on the night of their mating, our pack lands bloomed like nothing anyone has ever seen before or since. Go Anastasia!

"You know you smell like pineapple juice "his husky voice came out making her shiver . she pulled his grip on her awsy and tried moving from his grip but his hold on her was just so tight that she couldn't move an inch "You know we can't keep on doing this ,you are my step dad"her weak feeble voice came out but instead the man just grinned as he thrust into her . After being betrayed by her ex and her best friend ,Dora was heart broken and decided to spend the night at the club and drink away her sorrow ,but luck wasn't on her side because that night she had sex with a stranger in the club,and the next day her mom introduce him to her as her fiancee and he w

I exchange a quick glance with Liam before turning to the woman in front of us. She's in heels too but we're both clocking the same height, she has nice brown hair that constructs her face and high cheek bones perfectly well. I can clearly remember her name 'Anastasia collin', age. Thirty five, was once pregnant but lost her child, and is married to the late mayor, who's kind of not late, Harry Houston. According to the book, which warned that she's a very sly person and also a narcisst, I am glad my memory is doing a great job right now.

Selena asked in a sarcastic tone while giving smirk to Melissa and Arianna. "Oh, one of them lost conversation with me and another one lost her job to me." Anastasia said with a smirk as she looked at both of them with crossed hands over her chest. Selena and Anastasia shared a high five and laughed without humour. Melissa and Arianna's eyes widened after they heard her. "Wh.. what do you mean?" Arianna asked in shock. "Oh, what I mean is, I am Mr Henderson's new secretary, Anastasia Samuel. Nice to meet you." Anastasia said with a smirk.

"Uh you go. I'll order something." She scowled but handed her bag and ran off. I rubbed my forehead as I walked to MacDonald's, wondering why Bryan was behaving the way he is. I looked around for a place to sit but my eyes froze on a particular figure. Long black hair, hazel eyes, high cheek bones, pink lips, sleuth figure, dressed in skinny black jeans and cream fashion top. She looked gorgeous. Anastasia. ~~~ Well, who's ready for the drama!!??

"You refused the trap. You came anyway." Lena couldn't speak. Her throat had closed. Her lungs had forgotten how to work. "Why?" Lena managed. Her voice came out broken. "Why fifteen years? Why didn't you come back?" Anastasia came around the counter. She moved slowly, giving Lena time to run or scream or do anything except stand frozen. "Because I was becoming what Victoria wanted me to become," she said. "I was losing myself in the violence. I was becoming a weapon instead of a woman. And you deserved better than a mother made of blood and rage."

It was genuine. “You must be Vittoria,” she said, already moving toward me. “I’m Anastasia.” She stopped short, eyes roaming my face, my posture, the sling on my arm. Her gaze was frank, unfiltered, professional. “Nikolai’s sister,” she added, as if that alone explained her presence and her energy. So this was her. She dressed in black, but not in the controlled severity Nikolai favored. Hers was layered, intentional chaos; textures clashing and somehow working, sharp lines softened by movement. A measuring tape hung around her neck like jewelry. Her fingers were faintly stained with chalk and ink.

Note:this book does not contain incest and both characters are not related in anyway. “Do you know what I do to little girls who want to slut themselves around ?” “ I fuck them, I don’t make love Nora , I don’t kiss and I most definitely do not touch , I fuck you and treat you like the dirty little slut that you are”. When 18 years old Nora finds herself having feelings for her uncle, she tries to fight the dirty feelings , as they were seen as a taboo but what she didn’t know how long she was going to fight them . Was she going to let her feelings consume her

“I don’t care, Gregor! I will fucking fight you—move away now!” “Let her in!” I barked, slamming my glass down onto the desk with enough force to make the liquid jump. The door burst open, and there she was—Anastasia, storming in like a whirlwind in heels. She was dressed in what must have been her bridesmaid gown, an elegant thing that clung to her with tailored perfection. Her hair was pulled into an updo, her makeup pristine, her heels clicking with authority. But the cracks in her mask were obvious. A single strand of hair had escaped and fallen across her forehead. Her eyes twitched with tension, her hands were clenched into trembling fists.