Anastasia Villains Novels & Stories

It weighs more than my broken pointe shoes because dreams are heavy when they die. How did we get here? I am Anastasia Volkov. Anya to the few who still care. Daughter of Dimitri Volkov, once the king of oil and steel. Before the crash, our name opened every door in Moscow. Papa’s parties filled three floors. Crystal chandeliers, Caviar Mountains, women in diamonds that hurt to look at. I wore silk dresses that cost more than cars, soft against my skin, bright like candy. I smiled for the cameras, teeth perfect, chin high. “The Volkov princess,” they called me in magazines and at parties. I hated the name; it sounded weak, like a doll.

” I nodded , hesitantly ;” my goodness Anna , please be careful “ she warned me and I nodded with a smile My aunt had nothing to worry about that , I’m not the kind of girl who sleeps with guys on the first date , nor the second or the third It was gonna take a long time for me to give my virginity to someone , I had standards and principles , I’m nothing without them And if Damon Sorrentino thought I was gonna give in so easily for him , he has another thing coming D A M O N “ Anastasia Gilbert “ I was in my villa , sitting in my desk , my blouse’s buttons were opened , a glass of bourbon in my hand , muttering Anna’s name It felt like a melody She had me wrapped around her finger , for now

Ruining Denali to avenge Anastasia for her ruin after her mother and my bastard father. “Now,” TJ announces, disgustingly. “For the main event.” “Not yet.” Anastasia’s voice rings out, indicating that she and probably the two other thugs were already here, waiting. Fuck, this bitch was sick enough to actually want to sit here and watch TJ and his friends ruin Denali. But could I expect any less from someone who was willing to use their own child as a pawn? “Before that,” Anastasia continues, beginning to move. “We should get some pictures for her loving husband.”

Ruining Denali to avenge Anastasia for her ruin after her mother and my bastard father. “Now,” TJ announces, disgustingly. “For the main event.” “Not yet.” Anastasia’s voice rings out, indicating that she and probably the two other thugs were already here, waiting. Fuck, this bitch was sick enough to actually want to sit here and watch TJ and his friends ruin Denali. But could I expect any less from someone who was willing to use their own child as a pawn? “Before that,” Anastasia continues, beginning to move. “We should get some pictures for her loving husband.”

Days later, a furious Leone burst into Anastasia's room while she was trying on new clothes. "Leone..." Anastasia saw him, tears welling up again, trying to reuse her old trick. "Shut up!" Leone grabbed her chin, his grip so tight she yelped in pain, "Tell me, besides redirecting the Soldatos and betraying the Volkov family, what else did you do behind my back?!" Anastasia was terrified by the vicious look in his eyes, stammering her denial: "N-no... I only did it because I love you so much..."

[WARNING: TRIGGER WARNING CONTENTS!] Rostam Clawmark and Greko Blazul: "!!!" "No way! No way! That is a lie!" Anastasia, who discarded her mate, stomped her broken foot repeatedly as she stripped any soft countenance, revealing her crazy personality to the thousands of beasts she had seduced throughout to march for her bidding. "This all a bad dream! You're a pathetic woman! You should be a cannon fodder, a human furnace for us—the chosen ones! I dreamed of your demise over and over again! Why is it different? Why?"

My tone came out bitter than I had intended. "Does he treat you well?" she was clearly ignoring my question. "At least, he respects me," I retorted. "And I can't deny what's between him and me." For a moment, I wished I hadn't said that. I could feel Anastasia's body stiffened against mine. We were alone and far from anyone. She could have done all harms to me, and I wouldn't be able to take her down even with all my years of training. Anastasia Romanov wasn't a normal vampire. I had witnessed her strength and ability to attack our hunters. A fraction of my mind had been constantly warning me of this fierce princess.

"But don't think you'll be able to hide from us for long. Richard will tear you apart if he finds out what you did to Jerry." As Selena finished speaking, a tense silence filled the room. Everyone knew that Richard was not someone to be messed with, and Selena's words hung in the air like a warning. Anastasia huffed a breath as she spoke, her eyes flashing with a cold fury. "Pray for yourself," she hissed, "that I will not return. And if I do, you had better hide in your room, for the destruction I will bring is something you cannot even imagine." Her tone was filled with contempt for those who had taken advantage of her generosity, and she made it clear that she would not hesitate to seek r

Sagon's light tone drips with taunts for the story's protagonist as he plays with the ends of Evelyn's hair and continues, "And so Anastasia became a tool for her husband to wag his tail at others. ...... Ouch, good grief, what a pity, what a pity, what a pity, what a pity, what a pity, what a pity, what a pity, what a pity, what a pity, what a pity, what a pity for Anastasia! . But what can be done about it? She brought this on herself, who made her hang out with a weak, incompetent loser." "The bullied Anastasia remembered her original status and honor as a goddess, and she wanted to get out of here, desperately trying every way she could-" At this point, Sagon deliberately paused as he gr

I lied, already planning my next move. That was how it began—the slow, methodical destruction of Annalise. I lured her in with incense, with words of comfort and false promises, and she never suspected a thing. When the time was right, I burned the Thanis incense, weakening her just enough for Marcus to strike. And when he did, she never stood a chance.