Anastasia Savage Novels & Stories

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

“I-I n-n-notice you s-staring with—with S-Sloane—” Raising one of her brows, Z looked over her shoulder. She clenched her fists when Anastasia stopped mumbling. There’s no need for her to act like that. She’s never weak. In fact, she’s got potential, but if she kept doing such an irksome thing, she’d die even before unraveling her true capabilities. Unlike Sloane, Anastasia fashioned herself with a plain tee, yoga pants, and running shoes. It’s so like her. Somehow, Z's insecurities ebbed away. Why should she worry herself with such a trivial thing when the world literally depended on her hands?

“So, you are that girl. It was nice to meet you finally.” Lyv didn’t answer right away. The people around looked at them, and like Lyv, it seemed they didn’t know what was happening. The woman seemed to understand the people’s stares, “Vana Enriquez is the name. I'm Sandro Dela Vega’s girlfriend.” “Ex-girlfriend,” said Madam Anastacia sarcastically. Because of the shock, Lyv didn’t notice her approach while Sandro kept pulling Vana’s arm out. But Vana is tough. Lyv noticed that the unexpected visitor appeared to have been drinking.

Ronan kavanagh doesn’t tolerate thieves, He’s built his empire from nothing, carved it out with violence and control, and there’s only been one rule that matters in his world One he doesn’t take likely…. That no one takes from him and walks away. So when his men finally trace the signal location of their ghost hacker, it leads them somewhere unexpected. Russia…. But their hacker isn’t exactly someone they had prepared for. Anastasia Volkov. Our calm, sassy, unafraid willful hacker. She’s a woman who takes what she wants without denying herself. She doesn’t beg, doesn’t submit to anyone and even when our little ghost hacker gets abducted she doesn’t seem scared or surprised either.

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

Alpha Asher clearly liked my blatant defiance, and I found his primal and dominating personality to be a turn on. My raven hair flowed down my back in a sea of black waves, and the smokey makeup made my green eyes stand out brilliantly. Ever since I told Breyona what Tyler had said about me wearing black, she insisted I wear it more. She claimed it made my eyes stand out and gave me that 'bad girl' edge. I chuckled at the obsidian colored fabric that poked out of Breyona's bag. "Let me guess, you're making me wear the black one?" I smirked at Breyona through the mirror.

Because that’s the thing about savage love— It doesn’t ask for permission. It devours. And the night it all began? It was under glittering chandeliers, in a ballroom that smelled of champagne and secrets—the night I first saw Zane Wilde. ---- The ballroom glittered under a cascade of crystal chandeliers, the hum of laughter and clinking glasses weaving a symphony of luxury and power. The air smelled faintly of roses and money, a heady mix that belonged to a world I didn’t often step into.

Salvador’s hospital sheets being too high-thread count to be legal…when the doors slammed open. “You bitch!” Anastasia Duncan. In designer boots, sunglasses pushed up into her perfectly curled hair, and eyes full of hellfire. Everyone went silent. I swear I felt Agnes stop breathing beside me. Jessie didn’t even flinch. Instead, she took a casual sip of her coffee and tilted her head. “Anastasia,” she said sweetly. “What a pleasant surprise.” Anastasia stormed closer, chest heaving, finger pointed like a dagger. “Don’t ‘Anastasia’ me! You were at the estate the night of the fire. I saw you. I know what you did. You fucking hurt my father!”

Funny enough, Anastasia had already felt like home here in New York with Kayla here and another roomate soon to be met. After Kayla had showed her around the apartment, they came back to the living room with two cans of coke as the door suddenly opened and Anastasia looked that way. An average height girl with purple, pink and dark blue coloured hair with bangs. Three piercings on her ears with one more piercing done on her nose. Her eyes were a light blue with a dark rough leather jacket and a black turtleneck sweater underneath. Her jeans are tight and ripped with some killer shoes and what caught Anastasia's eyes were the big guitar case she strapped against her left shoulder. Her lips th

” I nodded , hesitantly ;” my goodness Anna , please be careful “ she warned me and I nodded with a smile My aunt had nothing to worry about that , I’m not the kind of girl who sleeps with guys on the first date , nor the second or the third It was gonna take a long time for me to give my virginity to someone , I had standards and principles , I’m nothing without them And if Damon Sorrentino thought I was gonna give in so easily for him , he has another thing coming D A M O N “ Anastasia Gilbert “ I was in my villa , sitting in my desk , my blouse’s buttons were opened , a glass of bourbon in my hand , muttering Anna’s name It felt like a melody She had me wrapped around her finger , for now