Anastasia Rdr2 Novels & Stories

Ruby calls out now heading back to where she came from, without acknowledging anyone. Meanwhile, Alexandra turns to Ana, knowing Ruby could be dramatic most times. She practically forgot it on the bathtub, she doubted it was in any danger. "I wanted to apologize for the other day, will love us to have a fresh start," Ana says, staring back at Alexandra who seemed like she could see through her. She hated Alexandra's guts, but she believed if you wanted something so badly, you should try to tolerate, the useless things surrounding it. And now, Alexandra was the useless item.

Serena: By the time Anna led me toward the eastern wing, I had stopped trying to make sense of anything Alexander had done that night. None of it sat right with me. I did not like it, I did not trust it, and I certainly did not trust him. Anna walked a few steps ahead, glancing back every so often as though she expected me to collapse from whatever she imagined had happened in Alexander’s chambers. Her concern was gentle and clumsy at once, and it made me more irritated than grateful.

Lyra gave a nod and gestured to Christopher to start. “Ahh, okay. Miss Julie,” he called one of her assistants who handed him his Ipad. Christopher told Anastasia to sat on the couch, which she did. He handed her the Ipad. Anastasia looked at the designs and in just ten minutes she picked a dress from among thousands if designs. “That was fast. Check once more,” Lyra told her. “Grandma, it is good to me. Have a look,” Anastasia stated. Christopher took the iPad to Lyra who looked at it and went with the choice of Anastasia.

The raven black hair was in complete contrast with her reddish brown, and the grey eyes held no trace of blue at all. Alyssa peeked at her in open curiosity. “Wait a second. You’re Anastasia, right? The model?” she exclaimed in enthusiasm, and Ana who had felt for a foolish second that her sister had recognized her composed herself into a semblance of normality. After some mundane conversation which was essentially orchestrated by Devin, they finally got to the point of her birth, a sensitive subject which alarmed Alyssa at first, but when she realized that they were just looking for someone, she did not hesitate to show them her family album. They even chatted with her parents over the phon

Rita replied, sorting out the plates. “ That’s Rita, my cook. Rita, meet my eldest daughter, Alyona,” Xara introduced. “ Nice to meet you,” they both said at the same time. “ The pleasure’s mine, Rita; the food smells so good! I can't wait to dig in.” Alyona added “ I’ll soon be done,” “ How’s work and being in the spotlight?’ Xara teased her daughter as they left the kitchen. “ Work is good, and being in the spotlight is somewhat stressful. She groaned.

He didn't believe me when I told him that I hadn't seen her for eight months and because he assumed me to be lying, he took the one thing I loved more than anything. He took Lara and I had to watch. I had to watch as he dragged the silver knife across her stomach, digging it in as far as it would go, Lara's screams could be heard all over the dungeons and I couldn't do anything to help her. His Beta, Parker, had restrained me and I could see the smirk on his face from the reflection of the glass as James cut my mate up in front of me.

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

It's been such a long time and I'm done leaving him to enjoy his peace. "I repeat! Who are you?" He asked feeling a bit of uneasiness. I haven't even began. "Let me start with a little introduction. My name is Mia. Mia Alexandra Carson. Does that last name ring a bell or not?" "Carson?" He was deliberating "I used a fake face, entered school and your bullshit son thought he could make me fall in love and walk away. Well he succeeded. I'm the girl whom you and your precious daughter tried to capture at the school forest the other time. I've been the obstruction in your games. I'm Raven" I said all of this to him and earned a look of shock from him.

She did not want to waste her chance roasting the man who cheated on her best friend. "You mean you're that Ash-" "Yes... He's that Ashton Grey. The one that owned that big fashion company. AG Atelier, remember? The company used to hold a lot of design contests for art students before. Ashley and I used to participate in those contests before and we often told you that, you know... What a turn of events, Ashley ended up marrying the owner of that company," Hana kept roasting the guy harshly.

Maybe all I needed was a shopping spree. “Okay.” Cassandra clapped her hands. “Mission: find the perfect dress.” “It needs to be something that says I am rich. I am powerful and I am untouchable,” Anastasia laughed. “Well that’s an odd way to put it,” I said. “Exactly the point.” “No it’s not now,” I argued. “It is now,” Anastacia insisted, pulling out a red dress with a slit up the leg of the dress that was high enough to make me gasp. “What do you think?”