Anastasia Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

The SoHo café smelled of buttery croissants and freshly brewed coffee, bustling with artists and writers Luna would sneer at as "common." Sophia sat in a corner booth, hidden by lush potted ferns, her grip tight on the briefcase locked beside her ankle. She’d swapped her power blazer for a soft, oversized cardigan, her hair loose and framing her face—carefully playing the part of a desperate wife, not the ruthless strategist she had become.

She then looked at her Father and asked, "Why are you looking at me like this? I didn't say anything wrong." Hunter said, "You are right. The girl you are calling a bitch who is running around for money is actually Anastasia William, the famous model and the sole heir to a vast fortune. No one knows how much money she actually owns, but she owns so much money that even if she spends her entire life with both hands, her money won't decrease by a single cent.

Sophie was perched on the edge of the desk, not indecent, but close. Her blouse clung just enough to draw the eye, her legs crossed neatly beneath her skirt. They looked up at the same time, and whatever they saw in my face must’ve sobered them instantly. Jace blinked first, his smile faltering. “Anna.” Sophie straightened a bit, smoothing the front of her blouse. She had the audacity to smile. “Hi, Mrs. Lysander. We were just—going over some projections.” She gestured vaguely at the screen. I didn’t look.

Lily turned to see the one who had grabbed her and she came face to face with Derrick. Derrick went into a daze staring into Lily's big brown eyes as they both stood there frozen. Lily had her hair tied up into a bun revealing the fullness of her beautiful face. Her pink plump lips were silently parted. She had freakishly long lashes and when she opened and closed her eyes they were like butterfly wings. "Mr Derrick," she said snapping him back into reality, "You need something?" she asked shyly and lowered her lashes as staring at him was giving her butterflies in her stomach.

“Maybe I don’t want to get fucked by a stranger at a party I don’t even want to be at.” “That’s fair. So, let me ask you: what if you were home in a warm bed? Would it change anything?” “No.” “Woman!” I exclaimed, noticing some nearby guests glance at us oddly. I offered them a small smile, and they turned away before I focused back on Anastasia. She had her arms crossed in front of her, pushing her wonderful breasts together. It distracted me, especially since her dress showcased her cleavage so clearly. Ana noticed where my eyes went and looked down, quickly lowering her arms. I shook my head, trying to regain my focus before I met her eyes, and she stubbornly held mine. Only my queen coul

Allergies:- Women! Female Lead:- Anastasia Lopez. 5ft8 tall, a shade of blue, big, round eyes. An oval shaped face, flawless skin with brunette, long hair… 21years old. Warm and cheerful. An undergraduate that does all kinds of day job to save her little brother! Smiles through any situation! ••••••••• Marcus Aurelius:- Nicklaus’s best and childhood friend. Matilda Jane Spears:- Anastasia’s best friend. Ms Bell Lopez:- Anastasia’s Aunt.

Despite her appearance, she looked like a young lady from a wealthy family. “I must’ve kept you waiting for a while, Mrs. Russell,” Anastasia said softly, contrasting her aggressive side in the cafe back then. She had her gaze lowered, looking much gentler this time. “I just arrived.” Lily stood up respectfully. “Sorry for visiting so abruptly. Did I interrupt your rest?” Anastasia waved. “There’s no such thing. I have nothing to do every day anymore. I just eat and sleep all day long.” She sounded tired and somewhat upset. Lily knew Anastasia was unhappy and that the young lady was just pretending to be ostentatious because that was how she protected herself.

He looked at her, eager to know more about the person who had unexpectedly entered his world. She smiled, her eyes gleaming with a touch of playfulness. "I'm Lily," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of mystery. Lark found himself drawn to her effortless charm and the way she carried herself. As they continued their leisurely walk, the girls who had earlier waved at Lark passed by again, their expressions tainted with a hint of jealousy. They made snide remarks, trying to get a reaction out of Lark. Lily, unfazed by their behavior, laughed and apologized on their behalf. "Don't mind them," she said, her voice filled with understanding. "They're just like that around here."

(Flashback) “So, what do you think of Ms. Novikoff?” Ivan’s younger sister, Marina Volkov, asked with evident curiosity, her eyebrows raised so high they practically touched her forehead. “She’s good,” Ivan replied, realizing that a simple “good” couldn’t do justice to the breathtaking Anastasia Novikoff. She possessed long, dark hair and piercing hazel eyes that exuded a certain innocence, kindness, and thoughtfulness. There was something about her that made his entire chest radiate like the sun, igniting a desire for her that surpassed any other woman he had ever longed for. Even hours after their second meeting, he was still buzzing with the overwhelming need to see her again. His fingert