Anastasia Savage Novels & Stories

“Just so you know, I don’t like you. There’s something about you that infuriates me. You look really lifeless. If you're planning to betray him, just a friendly reminder: Dmitri will kill you before you escape.” I furrowed my brows in confusion, caught off guard by her declaration. “What?” “My intuition is never wrong. You don’t look like one of us. I just can’t prove it yet.” Whatever. I didn’t bother to retort. Soon, Ivanos returned with our orders. He hadn’t gotten anything for himself—just us. All of a sudden, Sofia sprang up when her phone buzzed with a notification. “I need to use the restroom.” Ivanos attempted to follow her like a little puppy following its master.

“Some things can’t wait, Mother.” The air crackles. They’re smiling, but it’s a duel. Every word a blade. Anastasia steps closer, diamonds flashing. “You always did have… peculiar taste,” she says, eyes raking over my dress, my bare back, my trembling fingers clutching Nicholas’s sleeve. “Tell me, darling,” she addresses me directly, voice honey over broken glass, “what exactly is it you do? Model? Influencer? Or are you one of those girls who just… spreads her legs for the right last name?”

“Seeking solace I guess.” Anastasia nodded slowly. She turned the stool to face Ezra until her knees and Ezra's were touching. Anastasia wears a short black skirt above the knee, a black stocking wraps around her long legs together with black leather ankle boots. She wore a tank top and a warm purple fur jacket to wrap around her body. She's decent enough as a Hooker, thought Ezra. But Anastasia is aggressive. "Am I enough to cheer you up?" "How much do you charge per night?"

she asked, her voice deceptively casual. I shook my head, my mouth felt suddenly dry. Anastasia took a step closer, invading my personal space. Her voice dropped to a low, icy whisper and a contrast to her earlier theatrical performance. “I like you, Sage. As Pauline’s friend of course because you’re good for her. Plus your parents are very rich. But don’t you dare, for one second, think you can cross the line. Don’t you dare try to ruin my image of my child. Because if you do, I will tear you down myself.” Her eyes, devoid of any warmth, bored into mine. “And you should think very wisely about who Pauline would believe. Her friend… or her mother.” A chilling smile played on her lips.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

“The Volkov gal, the candlelit dinners, the stolen kisses under the moonlight - all of it. You walk away, or you walk away from this rebellion.” My breath hitched. Annalisa’s face, alight with laughter from some social gathering, flashed in my mind. The warmth of her hand in mine, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled. This was madness. I couldn’t just throw that away. “But...Annalisa, she has nothing to do with this,” I stammered, the words tumbling out in a desperate plea. “She’s different. I saw the way she looked at those hungry kids outside the opera house, the way her eyes welled up. She can’t be a part of it.”

His veins popped as he spoke, and his eyes darkened, indicating his anger. “Oh, Jacob. No one would have believed me a year ago. Who would believe a poor and powerless girl? No one would.” Anna replied, and her eyes suddenly lit up. “But, I am no longer that poor and powerless girl, Jacob. I am now Anastasia Reyes, wife to the richest man in Australia. Who wouldn’t believe me now?” She laughed at the terrified look on Jacob’s face when he realized she was right. “Does this mean that Tristian knows?” He asked, and Anna shook her head.

Ashlia's face was as white as the lab coat. We hurried towards the operating room. There was a slave on the operating bed, unconscious, covered with a sheet. “We need to stitch her up; she is bleeding. I have already given her sedatives,” Tatiana told us in a quivering voice. Even the iron lady appeared shaken today. She didn't make eye contact; she simply lifted the sheet, letting us see what we were dealing with. “Age 16, severe vaginal bleeding, multiple tears. We are going to do everything in our power to save her.” Her innocent blood spilt out, crimsoning the white sheets below her.

“Now let's get you dressed.” “Mhmmm. Nothing too revealing.” “Girl, your body is banging. We need to show you off. You'll come home with a man, trust me.” “Of course”. I scoffed. “Okay, let's see what you have”. Anastasia flung open my wardrobe like she owned it, fingers skimming through hangers until she let out a triumphant gasp. “This. This is the one.” She pulled out my Sawyer Mini Dress, a black outfit I’d bought on a whim but never dared to wear. The fabric was simple yet sleek, hugging in all the right places without screaming for attention.

“I’m done being made a fool of. I’m done fighting for something that was never real.” His words sliced through me, leaving me breathless. --- Before I could respond, another voice cut through the tension. “Jack, are we ready?” I turned, my stomach twisting as I saw her. Anastasia. She stood there with a sleek suitcase at her side, dressed impeccably in designer travel wear, her expression calm and confident. “What the hell is she doing here?” I demanded, my voice rising. Anastasia smiled faintly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Oh, didn’t Jack tell you? We’re traveling together.”