Anastasia Sophie Lark นิยาย & เรื่องราว

To be honest, if I weren’t so desperate to know the truth, I would have already left with Dolly. The round-faced girl smiled at me. “I get it. Oh, by the way, Miss White, my name is Sophie Lane. I work in HR, mostly running errands. You can just call me Sophie.” As she spoke, she pulled out a large pouch. “I’ve got all kinds of things in here. Let’s see what you need.” Like a magician, she started pulling out foundation, lipstick, powder puffs—even a small bottle of peppermint oil for headaches.

84 : "Confrontation" Confrontation 84 T A T E "Our home is a bit messy. Sorry." Anastasia picks up the scattered clothes from the couch. "It's fine." Gage answers. My eyes darted at Anastasia's huge stomach and I can't believe that it's her. I can't believe that I've met her before but I just didn't have any idea that she was the woman Gage fell in love with years ago. I glared at Lilac, and she was still hiding behind her mother's thighs but she kept on glaring at me though. I think she's still worried about my ruined laptop or maybe she's being too shy around Gage. I mean come on, he's Gage Stockholm and she's probably a fan.

Anastasia scoffed and rolled her eyes, deciding that his flirtatious attitude was going to get him nowhere with her. "Alright, suit yourself." She huffed, grabbing her cup of coffee and sipping from it, only to make a sour face as she realized that it has long gone cold. "Now, what do you want? I have a sh*t load of work to do, so if you're looking for another girl toy to flirt with, I suggest you look elsewhere." "My, My, aren't you being a little rough. Did I say something to upset you?" Lloyd joked, still beating around the bush.

“This place is perfect. I’m going to go check out the fire performers up close. You guys stay here and guard the table?” As soon as Lily wandered off toward the small crowd gathered around the fire dancers, a sophisticated woman approached their table. She was tall, elegant, and strikingly beautiful mid-thirties, with sleek dark hair in a perfect chignon, wearing a backless emerald-green dress that hugged her figure. Her confidence radiated like expensive perfume. “Alexander Voss,” she purred, stopping beside their table with a dazzling smile. “I thought that was you. What a pleasant surprise.” Alexander stood politely, recognition flickering in his eyes. “Sophia Laurent. It’s been a while.”

But I need to say the words out loud or else I won't believe them. "I'm sure it will be," she says and glances down at her shoes. She must already regret her choice. I push open the doors and we head inside. Lycus stands at the far end of the table speaking quietly with Helen. Sophia and Anissa sit together with my mother, the three of them talking over wine. The Khazan women all have a look: dark hair, dark eyes, intensely chiseled features. Sophia's always been spoiled and bratty, and she's wearing some high-end dress from some obscenely expensive Parisian designer, no doubt. Her mother, Anissa, is slightly less gaudy, but still decked out with designer jewelry.

Whatever those tests are…whatever kind of monster Alpha Cain is— I am not afraid. I will never be afraid. I am Anastasia Lark, the magnanimous I-do-not-give-a-fuck Omega. Alpha Cain shall see and taste and hear on just how much of a monster I am as well.

Ever since he gave me the ring to stop turning into the Phantom Wolf that resides inside me until night, we have been jabbing at each other constantly. But the moment her worthless assistant, Adrian is mention, my anger steps up a level. "Oh, would you like to talk about Thea and her boyfriends sex life?" I say, watching the way Jasper stiffens, and his hands clench into fists by his side. I just can't wait until our deals are done. He gets Lexia to kill the man behind the uprising, so his heart will beat again from his repent, and he can be with his mate. And in return, he assists the wolf inside me until I can mark Lexia.

I packed up my things eagerly, while a tear rolled down my cheek. I’m Anastasia Farrow a 26 year old independent woman, what can I say? I’m ambitious and I always stand for what is right. Even if I have to stand against my employer, I didn’t mind, so long as it was for the good of others. I am competent, precocious and excellent at whatever I do, I hate to fail at anything, mainly due to the failed marriage between my parents. They had gotten separated when I was 16, I was in high school and had to leave New York with my mum, and move to Europe, Ireland. Which was about 7 to 8 hours away, I had no way of going back to see my dad. “I guess I would have to find a more satisfying job,” I said t

The woman’s raspy voice dripped with hunger for power and validation. Inside, a middle-aged woman with neatly pinned white hair sat. Her glasses had slid to the edge of her nose. "Come here. Sit.” She jabbed her finger toward the chair in front of her. I obeyed, sitting stiffly. "I..." "I know who you are," she snapped. "Anastasia Lancroft. Daughter of Alistair Lancroft. Your file is already on my desk." She spoke as if she already owned me, as if she knew enough to keep me under her thumb.

Even seeing the angry eyes on my sister doesn’t make my cock calm down. Almost a year without me being with anyone. Even if Adriana was truly gone, I know very well I couldn’t look at another woman and find her attractive. Adriana has ruined me for everyone. How could she ever think I didn’t want her? I’m obsessed with her. “I found that in the library.” Daciana huffs, like she just did some hard labor. She was a Lycan but she acted like a delicate damsel most of the time. No one should fall for it though. I’ve seen men that underestimate die at the end of her dagger before they even realized.