Anastasia Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

“Now she’s perfectly obedient. And does whatever he says without question. But there’s nothing left inside. She’s just… empty.” They brought her here as a warning. This is what happens if you fight too hard. “Each of us has a theme,” Caroline continued, her tone becoming more clinical. “I’m ‘refined elegance.’ Lily is ‘innocent purity.’ Sophie is a ‘broken bird.’ Mei is an ‘exotic butterfly.’ Anastasia was a ‘wild spirit,’ but now she’s just ‘perfect obedience.’” “What am I?” I asked, though I dreaded the answer. “Mr Volkov calls you ‘broken beauty restored.’ He believes you’ve been damaged by your previous captivity, and he’s going to heal you into perfection.”

I responded. Anastasia closed the gap between us, her eyes stern. "Aren't you, Golem?" she said, her voice laced with frustration. "Go ahead and tell me. You forgot about my name!!! Who would ever believe that," she yelled. Taking a deep breath, she continued, "Or maybe it's just me overreacting. You probably hit your head somewhere while flying and suffered from amnesia, am I right?" She held me gently by the chin, examining my face. Suddenly, her eyes turned red with flames, and I could feel the heat of the fire burning within her as she demanded, "Whose lipstick is this, Golem? Don't tell me your dead mom kissed you now."

Park calls loudly with cute smile on his face. "I'm Anastasia Steel." the young lady said after taking her sit on the chair in the middle of the room. "Anastasia, what's your highest qualification?" He relaxes on his seat. "Bachelor of Science, Accounting department." Anastasia said confidently. "Why do you want to work here?" Liam ask. "To make money... what's the bank for?" Anastasia said bluntly making Park to choke in cough. "Just to make... money?" He ask, confused yearning to hear more.

I simply don’t know how to protect the alliance, without taking my fiancée as my Luna. As I am about to take her hand, I feel Anya’s hand on my shoulder. “Still breaking it to the little Lily pad that you are rejecting her, Jar?” she asks. “Anya, it’s not that easy,” I start to say. “Oh Jar, it’s super simple. You reject her, she accepts, end of story,” Anya says.

"Did you really think you could intimdate me because you're loaded with money? Because you're an Austin? Do you think your money has any value to me? Think again. "You're looking remorseful now because you've realized who I am. What if you didn't get to know my identity? Let me tell you, learn to respect people regardless of who or what they are. This attitude of yours won't get you anywhere in life. "I screamed because I thought that substance was something else. By the way, you asked if my parents can afford that wine. To answer you, my parents can buy you and everything involving you and they'll still have change. I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family."

"It's late, you have a photo shoot with Coeur de Luxe tomorrow. We're also meeting with Madame Selene Kingsley!" Anastasia immediately tapped her forehead, remembering the important appointment she had almost forgotten. "I almost forgot," she said with a long sigh. Lyra looked at Anastasia questioningly, then her eyes fell on the scarf in Anastasia's hand. "Whose scarf is that?" Lyra asked curiously. Anastasia smiled broadly, but her smile was filled with sarcasm. "Oh, this? Please take this garbage out. I'm going to bed early," she said as she casually pushed the scarf into Lyra's hand.

"Unless any of you would like to question my decision?" Silence. The white-blonde woman stepped forward. She possessed a chilling beauty, akin to a blizzard—cold, deadly, impossible to ignore. Her icy eyes met mine, holding them captive. "I am Anastasia Volkov," she announced, her voice as sharp as frost. "Leader of the Siberian pack. And I have no desire to witness a half-blood embarrass herself in the ring." "I didn't ask for your interest," I retorted. Anastasia offered a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "You have spirit. I appreciate that. Perhaps when Niklas breaks you, I will collect the pieces and forge something useful."

I know she won't back off until she gets Damon. I felt my wolf getting angry when she said those words but I managed to push her back. "I'm going to kick her ass," Alexia mumbled in my head. "I, Emma Jones, warrior of the Blood Moon pack, challenge Valentina Charlotte Winston for the Luna position." I looked at her and saw her smirking at me. "I, Ava Miller, warrior of the Blood Moon pack, challenge Valentina Charlotte Winston for the Luna position." I looked at the girl and saw her looking at me in disgust. I feel my rage build up inside of me.

She must have said something extremely stupid to her, just to make an impression, so i dragged her by the hair, to where the lady stood, she also had a phone on her hands, while she captured every moment, the moment i go before her, i tossed ana back to the floor. “ i know she had told you enough lies but let me help you out because we are all victims of her lies, her name is Annastacia green, she's a miserable lady, a prostitute, who goes around, sleeping with men, she doesn't have any nice intention for anyone, and being in a place like this, she should be casted away”

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."