Anastasia Rdr2 Novels & Stories

Damon greeted her, the woman, Kristen, hugged Damon, I could see Damon didn't actually want to hug her but I was so jealous, I got up off the swing, and when she let go of Damon I got her attention "Hi, I'm Anastasia, I'm living with Damon, and you are?" I asked knowing Damon had never mentioned her "I'm Kristen, Damon's good friend" she emphasized "Hmmm, he's never mentioned you before, have you Damon?" I looked to Damon for the last part of the question

He stood at the corner like a bodyguard, acting different while watching Woods and I talk. I narrowed my brows at him and said to the Alpha, "We're not actually close. The only problem is that Alpha Diego has a relationship with Raymond De Great's daughter, Anastasia. And they have... " "Anastasia?" Woods uttered her name in surprise. His eyes came large, like a cord was struck in him or something. I confirmed, explaining what had really led to Anna's entanglement with the Alpha. "He says she's his mate. They are really close," I added that part, feeling disgusted just by calling her his mate.

Just a moment ago he was going on about how happy he was to see his mate, what was his issue? Anastasia stood up and started dressing in the fine material, sticking her tongue out at the other alpha childishly because she could. The top was tied around her waist going down to her thighs and the pants were flowy, both materials clearly expensive. The soft cream colour perfectly highlighted her hair, drawing attention to it.

she stopped talking, "it's like since you've been away, nothing can faze them!" "Just give me some names, Anastasia. It's the only way I can assist you," I pleaded, cautiously inching closer to her as if she might explode right before me. “Sorry, A, but I can’t do that.” Anastasia finally broke down in front of me, tears streaming down her face. I pulled her into a comforting embrace, but she quickly pulled away, her expression a mix of discomfort and pain, as if hiding something deeper. "My bad," I muttered as she wiped away her tears. In one swift move, I lifted the back of her shirt, revealing handprints and a number 4 etched into her skin—marks that would undoubtedly leave scars. She tri

But then she nods to herself like she just made a decision, and in the next second, she moves. Without hesitation, she lunges at one of the two rogues circling Caleb. There is no fear or hesitation as she attacks. The dagger in her grip flashes, and with brutal precision, she drives it straight into the rogue’s eye. A piercing shriek rips through the air, the rogue stumbling back in agony. That’s all Caleb needs. He finishes him off in a swift, brutal motion. Anastasia doesn’t pause. She’s already turning, ready for the next rogue. And I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more breathtaking as her in fight mode.

"Can I ask what you're doing here right now?" A voice cut through the tension, snapping Anastasia out of her stunned daze. She whipped around, her eyes narrowing as she spotted Ryan standing there, arms crossed, his expression a mix of curiosity and quiet authority. Anastasia was already seething—frustrated beyond words over the lost pendrive—and now this man, of all people. She masked her irritation behind a veneer of icy arrogance, lifting her chin defiantly. "Perhaps you're forgetting that I'm one of the owners of this company," she snapped, her voice laced with venom. "I can come and go anywhere, anytime I please. Who the hell are you to question me? Just some lowly lawyer."

Something was dreadfully amiss! And then, in a sudden moment of clarity, Anastasia realized the truth. "You..." she stammered, her voice filled with both accusation and realization. Anastasia had unwittingly consumed the wine meant for Riel, and now she was left to face the consequences. She seethed with anger, her fury radiating from every pore. Despite her weakened state, she mustered the strength to rise swiftly, her hand poised to strike me. But alas, Anastasia's feeble attempt only resulted in her collapsing into my waiting embrace.

Creed explains hopping down the stairs “ Creed one more smart ass remark and you’ll be joining him” “ okay okay” he surrendered We walk over to the cell that has lights on. The rogue is a girl. She looks no older than 15, she has blood stains on her jeans and a few scratches on her arms. Her hair is short and blonde, with bright blue eyes. She looks more terrified than the usually rogue I come across. Walking into the room she shoots her eyes up to me and they widen with fear. She mumbles something in a different language “ Can you speak english?” i asked

Since Anastasia's team is the frontliner, her team started to wear their gears already. Anastasia doesn't know what is happening and just let her body move on its own. Her hands grab a two pistols and put a silencer on it and an ammo. It seems like this body was so used to holding this kind of weapons. Then Vanessa hands her a dagger and she took it. Then her hands grabs a grenade and a smoke flash. Anastasia should be frightened from the weapons that she's been grabbing but for some reason, she's not. It seems like Anastasia has her mind but Faira has the body.

"But don't think you'll be able to hide from us for long. Richard will tear you apart if he finds out what you did to Jerry." As Selena finished speaking, a tense silence filled the room. Everyone knew that Richard was not someone to be messed with, and Selena's words hung in the air like a warning. Anastasia huffed a breath as she spoke, her eyes flashing with a cold fury. "Pray for yourself," she hissed, "that I will not return. And if I do, you had better hide in your room, for the destruction I will bring is something you cannot even imagine." Her tone was filled with contempt for those who had taken advantage of her generosity, and she made it clear that she would not hesitate to seek r