Anastasia Rdr2 Novels & Stories

11 ADRIAN My stomach lurched as I watched Anne sidle up to Annalisa, a sly smile playing on her lips. Annalisa, blissfully unaware, was engrossed in a conversation with Beatrice. A prickle of unease ran down my spine. There was something about Anne’s posture, the way she held the wine glass a little too close to her body, that set off my internal alarm bells.

“You woke up. That’s what matters.” Behind them, Solmyra lay groaning on the floor, her body flickering between forms—young, old, drained, whole. Her lips were blue, her skin cold with sweat. She had underestimated Serena—grossly so—and now she was paying for it. But Serena didn’t look back. She couldn’t. She pulled Alexandro into her arms as much as his bindings would allow, kissing his temple and holding him tight. “Everything’s going to be alright,” she whispered. “I promise.”

Dante looked between us for a second, trying to process what he was seeing, his eyes having grown a lot more exhausted within the past hour, I couldn’t help but worry about him. “You wanted to know why that prick wants the compass, don’t you?” the girl, my mate, asked, looking at me. My eyes were fixed on Anastasia who was wearing a jacket on top of her bloodied shirt. The wound on her chest was completely healed, and the woman was standing on her feet, healthy, and alive? “Who the fuck are you?” I asked, growling at the woman.

But she looked away, fidgeting, small, useless. If it were to be Anastasia, she would’ve helped me, supported me, done anything to protect me. Now? Nothing. I bit down hard, my mouth tasting bitter. Time going by in torturous seconds until— Rina finally trundled into the room, the thump of her crooked walking stick echoing eerily. Her soulless blue eyes scanned the room until they landed on Anastasia. I felt sweat bead at the back of my neck. “Alpha,” she greeted, voice raspy from years of smoking tobacco. Her head dipped in a small bow.

Reina said quietly. Now the four mature humans stood under the rain, Langit witnessed the cracks and loss of half the soul and trust of Green Elira Natusha, a woman he knew as an underachieving student, a woman he knew has a high social character, and the woman who has made him fell for her. "You must be Green, right? I'm Reina, are you sure you don't feel the need to hear anything from Alta? You came all the way from Jakarta to see him, right?" Reina asked Green who was completely reluctant to look at her and Alta.

He is a bit taller than me, but he is lean and fit because of all the rolling he does with his body. Ryker is dancing with me, letting me use his hand to twirl, even though he said I should go back home before Denver does crazy things to them because of me. He repeats it again over the music: “You’ve had too much to drink, Anastasia. Allow me to drive you home.” “ No! I’m not drunnnk.” I flick my eyes, still rolling my hips, as I twirl with his hand. Okay, maybe I am drunk, but a little.

Instead shouldering my backpack and taking Dyl's outstretched hand. The scene was what I'd imagine a military's base would look like. Couches flipped, tables moved, men with fire arms cocked, hiding behind walls and furniture. Dyl tugs me close to him, shielding me from everyone and leading me to the room door. Once we reach the passage way her lets me go, taking me hand in his. "We've got to move fast Andrea,' he says, "Do you trust me?" I nod, too scared to speak. We take off running, Dyl dragging me behind him. I can still hear the gun shots even as we get fighter down the hall. It's a wander no other patrons have come out.

He cries if I try to leave it elsewhere. - You don't have to leave him anywhere else. You know that I love this pup as if he were my son's twin. Mary laughs, says goodbye to Rivan, and heads to the training ground. When Raven enters the packhouse, she sees Angel slam the door and calls out to her friends. Klaus opens the door, and Angel, looking at the alpha, says. - Afa, can Angel play with them? The Alpha laughs, gets up, takes Angel in his lap, kisses his face, and makes him wrinkle his nose due to the Alpha's beard.

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.