Anastasia Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

Her eyes roved to the next event on the list. Oh great, it was 11am and the next person was still yet to grace her with her presence. Anastasia Camaro, like her name sounds is one of the most sultry in a natural way women that Kyra has ever had the pleasure of meeting in the whole of her life. Being in her presence makes her back arch into the perfect posture, her lips pull to the side in the most perfect smile, her voice had to sound perfect to her own ears and when she laughed, Goddamn, if Bipasha, her other partner and the third planner in their group heard her she would die and never return to the world because, Lily is the one known for her composure, she took up their all three share o

Barely eighteen. The kind of rich heiress who spends her life following people around. I smirk and pick a random dress from the rack. “How much?” “Thirty thousand dollars.” I pull out my card. Black with gold rims. The name on the side is clear for everyone to see. Anastasia Brooks. I swipe it. “Pack it up.” “Ana, that's enough. She was getting it for me,” says Mia. I turn back toward Eunice. A sweet smile rests on her face. The edges of her lips twitch.

Lily’s POV My body is glued against my mind for it could not accept the reality that lay before me. Ava had curly herself around Lucas like a snake, manicured nails tightening into the expensive fabric of his suit. My stomach sourly vomited something bitter and raised towards my throat. I want to believe that this was some mix-up maybe I was seeing things but how she pressed herself against him and the smirk that flared on her lips told otherwise. He is just standing there, stiff as a statue from discomfort, and holding her arms as if trying to shove her off. "Ava," said he coldly, with irritation dripping from his voice, "Get off me."

But if the Dark Child was the daughter of Estelel to Jilroid and she was her daughter to that means the Dark Child is her sister and Margarette was her aunt. “What do you want from me, Ánië?” She asked as memories of her past were brought back to her. “We only got one fragment of the Nromais.” “Don’t worry. I really don’t need them. Simple. I want the Hristoax that Estelel gave me.” “The Hristoax? But that’s mine!” “You stole it from me!” “Liar! You greedy woman!” She won’t hand the damn thing down. Ánië made three strides and was in front of her in a second; she curled her hands on her neck and choked her to death. “Give me the Hristoax.”

“Hey, there’s this chick who was watching you perform.” “What is your name?” Catherine asked anxiously. “Brittany,” the girl confidently answered. Anita looked at her daughter with her eyebrows nearly reaching her hairline. From here, Catherine knew that Anita liked her vibe already, but for some reasons, Catherine wants to stop her mother from thinking this way. The final audition is the day after that, anyway. There’s plenty more waiting to be discovered. Including her ballerina.

Darius cuts our banter in the middle. "Trust me, as soon as Lord Agamanan said, the library might never let you leave, her eyes became like molten lava. It took me a minute to adjust to that much anger, sheesh" he wipes his already dry forehead dramatically. "Good to know, she is as possessive as I am" Darius pulls me towards him by my waist. I elbow him in the ribs. It doesn't hurt him at all, instead, I had to rub my sore elbow.

She served it with some scones, and I thanked her. "Glad to see you survived," she said with a genuine smile, and I smiled at her. Just then, I picked a familiar scent. I looked behind me to the shop counter and saw Stasia. I did not know how to feel about her. She had slept with all my mates. She looked at me, and rage rose in her eyes. "Vladislav bitch. The alpha whore," she said. "Watch your tongue Stasia; you are no longer in Alpha Lucian's favour anymore., There will be consequences if you disrespect Alpha Macxwell's woman," The old woman retorted, and Stasia's eyes burned.

she said as she disinfected the cuts. "Sophia!!" we heard another feminine voice call from downstairs. I watched as Sophia sighed and rolled her eyes. Miss Zainab barged into my room and looked at me in shock. " Oh my goodness, how could Neill do this, oh he's going to hear from me" Miss Zainab said angrily as she checked my feet. " Mom she's alright, Neill won't listen to you and how did you know she was hurt?" Sophia said as she massaged my feet carefully. I watched Miss Zainab sigh and rub her eyes. " I saw blood and Anna filled me in, are you okay Faryah?" she asked me as she patted my back. I nodded and smiled at her. " She's so pretty mother" Sophia said and smiled at me, she had a bea

I wanted to say, but I bit my lip harder, refraining from speaking. She clicked on a name, and a picture of a beautiful woman appeared on the screen. She had long, flowing hair and striking blue eyes. There was a confidence in her gaze that drew me in, and jealousy seemed to consume me. But I had no right to be jealous. "This is Sophia," Luna said, her voice filled with excitement. "She's the daughter of a powerful alpha, and I think she'd be perfect for Asher." I looked at the picture of Sophia, feeling a sense of hope rising within me. Maybe this was the solution we had been looking for—a way to help Asher find happiness without putting myself in danger.

“Don’t be stubborn.” Anastasia merely rolled her eyes, a gesture of profound dismissal. But before she turned to go, she glanced at me, flashing a quick, conspiratorial wink. I was stunned, caught in the crossfire of their exchange, my mind reeling. Then, with a swish of her silk robe, she was gone, leaving the door ajar, a silent witness to the charged atmosphere that remained.