Anastasia Steele Fifty Shades Darker Novels & Stories

“She is upstairs in our room. Let me escort you.” Catherine was wary of him. He was a powerful man. Nobody would step in to help her if he wanted to cause her harm. Still, she followed him upstairs to a white door that directly opened to a dimly lit bedroom. “Anna!” Anastasia was in a trance. She took her time responding to her mother's voice as slowly tilted towards Catherine from the bed she laid. Sweet brown eyes were now empty. The healthy glow of her skin dimmed into an ugly pale. Brown bruises patched on her skin.

“Uh-huh. Well, stop thinking. Buy the dress. We’ll find the perfect heels to match. By the time we left the boutique, garment bag in hand, the city lights had flared to life. Anastasia hummed happily as she drove, clearly satisfied with our success. “So,” she said slyly, “are you secretly hoping Mr. Handsome Devil notices you at the gala?” I groaned. “Anas…” “Don’t you Anas me. I saw that look in your eye in the dressing room. Don’t deny it.” I stared out the window, watching neon signs blur past. “It doesn’t matter what he notices. I’m not making it easy for him.”

Anastasia smiles, like she's relieved, "I've been on calls all day and tomorrow is going to be more of the same, but if you want more one-on-one time with me during the week, just tell Nora to find you a spot. I'm heading out for lunch now.” "Got it," I smile at her and watch as she walks to a... fucking supermodel. Hm, she kind of looks familiar. I sit up straighter and really look at the blonde girl Anastasia just reached for a hug. The blonde kisses Anastasia's forehead twice and then holds her hand to lead her away, "Who is that? Are they… girlfriends?" That makes everyone laugh again. Hard as hell. I swear I’m really not that funny. "No, dude," Logan says, "That's Celeste Blomqvist. Alt

“We should get some pictures for her loving husband.” As she speaks, I feel something metallic against the skin beneath my shirt. Soon, I feel it beginning to be cut open, and once it falls on either of me, she goes for my bra. ‘Kinky,’ I giggle to Anna. ‘Looks like she really wants to see what a real woman's body looks like.’ ‘You’ve got issues.’ Anna sighs. ‘Maybe.’ Turning my attention back to the world around me, I wait while Anastasia starts to work on my skirt. As her blade moves, growls of excitement escape the goons around me, and it takes everything in me not to grimace.

Anastasia stands. She is covered in blood now. Her hair sticks to her face. Her eyes burn bright, wild, terrifying. There is something almost feral about the way she straightens, chest rising, shoulders back, silver still clutched in her hand. She looks like a nightmare that refuses to fall. “Now tell me,” she says, planting her hands on her hips, voice sharp and unimpressed, “why the hell you are not shifting.” Her eyes flick to me. Then to Caleb.

Anna turned the moment she heard her name, our eyes met and then just as if she had realized what had happened, she hurriedly looked away and walked as fast as she could away. “ Sir, the results are out,” Steve said as a man on suit handed him an envelope. He took it out. “ What does it say?” “ You were right, sir. The children are indeed yours so that means their mom has to be...,” Steve paused in shock. He didn't need to say more, we both knew that the only person who could have had my children is Anastasia. The same Anastasia that had come back as the renowned designer, Anna. * * * *

"He definitely fell in love with your beauty... or maybe he discovered your stubborn personality and realized he'll never find a girl more stubborn than you." Anastasia laughed, revealing the small dimple on her left cheek that gave her smile a special charm. Her long black hair flowed around her like a curtain of night, a rare color among werewolves. The sunlight reflected in her olive-green eyes, making them shine even brighter. Her smooth pale skin and delicate features made her the center of attention throughout the pack. Khaleesi lightly nudged her shoulder as she stood."I'll head home first. We need to help Mom prepare for the guests."

She couldn't complete her stupid ass 'explanation' as she was twrilled around suddenly and a hard slap landed on her cheek, throwing her on the floor. Melissa couldn't understand for a few seconds what the heck just happened to her. Everyone looked Anastasia in shock as she stood there looking like a total badass as Melissa kept laying down on her feet. They are so busy in getting shocked one after another as the boys keep making their entries in the dark room. None of them noticed when Anastasia freed her one hand slowly and got a hold of the knife on the table beside her before cutting the rest of the ropes and her long gown as well. Now it was a short dress as it was reaching till her upp

“Since I can always do naughty stuffs with you, I can always say naughty things as well. I'm not that boring, you know?” Megan pretend not to hear what he said and directed the topic elsewhere. “Who was she…" She did not want to sound Jealous since she overheard their talk. It was only based on business and proposal. Megan was only asking because she has never seen Anastasia around the two times she was here. “Oh, you mean, Stasia?” Damon mouthed his question slowly. “She's my assistant, and she goes by Anastasia.” “But you told me you have no assistant, do you hire her recently?” Megan asked, staring questioningly at him.

“This wet glistening pussy all over your dick?” “Yeah,” Lucas breathed. “I want it.” She sank down, taking him inside her, her walls still loose and slick from his earlier assault. She rode him slowly at first, her hips rolling in lazy circles. Her head tipped back and moans steadily built inside her throat. Ryan watched while stroking himself. Waiting like a patient predator.