Anastasia Savage Novels & Stories

“You took Alex from her, and now you tried to take me.” She laughed a deranged sound. “Alex? That fool? He’s nothing. He’s been obsessed with Dawn since the beginning. Even when we were together, he would call out her name. Can you imagine, Rhys? Can you imagine how humiliating that was for me?” I stared at her, disgusted. Sofia had always been toxic, but this... this was a new level of insanity. “You deserve every bit of it,” I said coldly, dropping her to the floor. “You deserve all the pain you’ve brought on yourself.”

It also helped keep my mate happy so, I thought, why no knoll two birds with one stone. “Now,” Sage clasped her hands together, drawing my attention back to her. “You were about to tell me how I could help you bring on peace between our people.” She looked at me with calm grey eyes. “Of course, High Priestess.” Anastasia’s POV Being home was overwhelming. Over the years, she collected cob webs, but she was still just as beautiful as I left her. Dominiko was still speaking with high priestess Sage, so that gave me time to tidy up. I looked around and immediately got to work.

"A man like you shouldn't be around that... That infected girl! Who knows how messed up you are after sleeping with her." "Wait, what do you mean by that?" I picked that part immediately. Looks like someone's jealousy is pushing her to say something she shouldn't be sharing out. Seeing how curious I was, Casey gasped and asked, "You mean Anna didn't tell you? I thought she said she didn't hide anything from you? Oh my Goodness." She covered her mouth, drawing nearer to me. Casey looked carefully around to make sure no one was listening, then she said, " The reason why Anastasia was called a sex freak is because my insane sister drugged herself with a dangerous substance that makes one horny

they say. I wrap my arms around them, feeling Samson begin to purr at them as an overwhelming warmth flows through me. I look up and see Alpha Rik chuckling at me. “I did warn you.” He wasn't exaggerating. I feel an incredible urge to give these girls anything and everything they want. “Oh, you must be Alpha Kieran! Girls did you introduce yourselves?” an adult Holstin woman says, walking up. “I’m Kayleigh,” the first one says. “And I’m Sasha,” the second one says.

They rushed towards the woman. “I’m so sorry, Miss Seraphine,” one of them said quickly, her voice trembling. “Please forgive her. She didn’t mean any disrespect.” Another maid chimed in, “Please forgive her, It won’t happen again.” Seraphine waved a hand dismissively, not taking her eyes off me. “You have to apologize properly, or you’ll regret it.” I looked at the maids and then back at Vanessa. It was clear she was a regular here. I scoffed, crossing my arms. “Why should I apologize? I didn’t do anything wrong. Besides—”

Heat rose to her neck and then to her ears. What he must be thinking. God! This was embarrassing. "Go already," Vanessa shoved her to the staff room. "I'll be out in a minute," Ava said over her shoulder. She quickly changed into her clothes. Tied her ponytail again and glanced in the mirror once. She had no makeup so she chewed on her bottom lip to make it a little red and pinched her cheeks for a little tint. Satisfied, she stepped out and he was waiting for her outside the cafe.

Still, I swallow the lump in my throat and ask, “Can’t you reschedule your meeting instead? This is important, Evans…” “Come on, Georgia The pack duties and my business are more import—” He doesn’t even get the chance to finish before a voice cuts through the air—sweet, soft, and utterly grating to my ears. “Alpha Evans! I’m here!” My heart lurches. I spin around, only to see Anastasia practically skipping toward us, a stack of documents clutched tightly in her arms. She looks… flawless. A sleek pencil skirt hugs her hips, and a cropped top shows off just enough to turn heads. Her hair is styled to perfection, not a strand out of place.

Because she doesn’t just sing and listen and bake, she dances, too, and it’s as off-rhythm as her off-pitch voice. Anastasia is a loud person when she’s alone. So loud that it’s hard to tune her out. So loud that she interrupts my violent silence. I used to prefer that simple nothingness, the lack of sounds, and the clearance of mind that helps me concentrate and work, but ever since she’s been killing that violent peace, whenever I hear her damn “Alexa, play Ana’s playlist,” I can’t resist coming out to watch the show. Like right now.

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

growled Elora, her anger reaching its peak. Elora stared at the screen of her phone with an angry look. News about Anastasia was constantly flooding social media and news sites. Every time she scrolled down the screen, Anastasia's photo and name seemed to taunt her. Anastasia's new song, which was released just a few days ago, went viral and managed to reach the top of the charts. Music critics from all over the world praised Anastasia, calling her "the most beautiful and brightest star". Not only that, but the news that Anastasia will be attending Paris Fashion Week is also a big highlight.