Anastasia Savage Novels & Stories

It was a very peaceful breakup. I groaned as I looked at my watch while Danika complained about something as she continued to get dressed. She was back to being the angry stuck-up diva that people say she is. She has broken two of her coffee mugs over the smallest argument, she almost fired someone for bringing the ‘wrong’ brown coloured belt and she hasn’t spared me a look all morning.

Her friends behind her shifted uncomfortably, darting their eyes at each other as if they too questioned Anastasia’s weird fixation on me. After a stunned pause, Anastasia recovered, and her delicate features hardened like stone. Her steely gaze was sharp enough to tear through flesh and bones. “You are disgusting, trashy, impoverished gutter filth, and if I were attracted to women, you wouldn’t even make it on the list.” Her words stung. It wasn’t everyday someone called you disgusting gutter filth, but I’d be damned if I let her know she was getting to me. “I feel sorry for your mother.” My flesh pebbled when she mentioned my family. I didn’t know where she was going with this, but I could

"I'm sorry. You shouldn't have seen this." Anastasia's gaze flickers between us, her features betraying the hurt that lingers beneath her half-composed exterior. Yet, despite the ache in her eyes, she forces a tight smile and nods in response to Yvanna. “It’s alright,” she murmurs as she looks away. “It’s my fault I came here.” In her hands, she holds a delicate nightgown. Yvanna's eyes widen with recognition as she walks towards her and reaches out to take it with confidence in showing off her n.aked body.

Hazel Eyes Anastasia Perry, an elegant figure at 5'10" with striking blue eyes and flowing blonde hair, stood amidst the bustling city sidewalk. Her cobalt blue pantsuit radiated confidence, while her honey blonde hair was impeccably gathered into a sleek ponytail. The world outside was a whirlwind of activity, but Anastasia's focus was on one thing – her wristwatch. Time was slipping away, and she knew she had to hurry. Her job interview at the prestigious Pinnacle investment banking organization was scheduled for this morning at eight, and the stakes had never been higher.

"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

The perfect, composed Luna Camilla was unravelling before his eyes. Blaze’s smirk deepened as he took in the stunned expressions of the assembled Alphas, council members, and guests. They stood frozen, unsure of how to react to the bombshell Asher had just dropped. And why wouldn’t they be? This was supposed to be a celebration of power, unity, and tradition. Yet here stood Asher, the prized Alpha prince, proudly declaring a child with a rogue—a half-breed, no less. The scandal was delicious.

The sound of her head striking the ground was worryingly solid. Anastasia stood over her, breathing heavily, a predator looking down at stunned prey. "Don't you dare call me like we're close! I don't get close to disgusting people like you!" she roared, her voice cracking with pure, unadulterated rage. "You call Tristan a boy toy? Hmpp... How ironic because at least Tristan is more decent than you!"

“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.

Anastasia POV: I wore a black dress. My belly didn't look that big in it and I did a little makeup. Samuel and Sarah were by my side. Sarah especially looked nervous because I haven't told her everything. It's not that I don't trust her but I didn't want to involve many people in my plan. Ryan also agreed on that and yes, it wouldn't be wrong to say that I am not anxious. Indeed! I am but looking at Ryan made me feel better.

I'd be a liar if I say I've not been tempted to leave this shit of life behind, but except for my mom's investigation, a certain girl is holding me back. A certain fierce black hair girl with hazel eyes. Ashanti. I've never met a woman who is intriguing as her, she's different and a badass. There's just something about a woman that can handle her own that is so fucking beautiful. If I had my choice, I'd bend her over and eat her out, get on my knees and worship her cunt like the beauty she is. “We've got something information concerning the burnt warehouse” I spun around at the sound of my most trusted man's voice.