Novel & Cerita Anastasia Villains

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

“And here I thought that you missed me,” Anastasia rolled her eyes; she wasn’t going to fall into his twisted games. She knew what he was doing. Roman loved it when she fawned at his feet. But this time, she isn’t going to do anything like that. She was going to act tough until he realised and let go of Maya. But this plan was dangerous. As much as the man enjoyed games, he had the temper of a short circuit. Volatile, unbothered by those that lay crushed at his feet.

of the Young family, it would not shield her from her crimes. Anastasia felt satisfied. She naturally couldn't pass the opportunity to get back at Kelly. Anastasia noticed Kelly's shifting eyes. She was likely planning her defense. Anastasia stepped forward without hesitation. Filled with overwhelming hatred, she delivered a hard slap to Kelly's face without mercy. "Ow!"

I was going to be smart, I was going to be a good girl, playing the survival game. I stood up, the girl visibly relieved at that, not even hiding it. I guess she really wanted to take off that bad. I touched my head, making sure that my crown was still in place. I was not going to come out of the jet as Ana, Ana was dead, she died the minute she stepped in that jet. I was going to step out as ' Werewolf Princess Anastasia Nikita Furthrone, Defender of the Northern lands, Commander of the Lethal swords, Lady of Rockland, Future Queen of the Vampire species.'

It was genuine. “You must be Vittoria,” she said, already moving toward me. “I’m Anastasia.” She stopped short, eyes roaming my face, my posture, the sling on my arm. Her gaze was frank, unfiltered, professional. “Nikolai’s sister,” she added, as if that alone explained her presence and her energy. So this was her. She dressed in black, but not in the controlled severity Nikolai favored. Hers was layered, intentional chaos; textures clashing and somehow working, sharp lines softened by movement. A measuring tape hung around her neck like jewelry. Her fingers were faintly stained with chalk and ink.

"Do you have any idea who I am?" Wayne tried to pull away, but found himself surrounded by Anastasia's subordinates. The girls, who looked like typical delusional gangster girls with twin-tailed hair and a shade of burgundy on their lips, wore brass knuckles that looked fatal. The strong fragrance of cologne was starkly obvious. The girl threatened him. “You’re pretty brave to take an interest in my chest, do you have a death wish?” she sneered, the anger clear in her voice.

Mafia princess Anastasia Rostova is not your conventional Mafia princess. Betrothed to old, senile, sadistic Lev Avilov since she was just five, Anastasia has avoided home for years, running off to England for studies. But with her twentieth birthday approaching quickly, she knows she has no choice. It's either she married Lev, or her father and everyone one else she holds dear...die.

“For starters, you’ll need to fake a funeral. Ian and Eliana will need to attend it…” “Do you believe that Vladimir would allow her to approach the Morris family? Ignoring the fact that James did try to sell her, everyone knows that she isn’t his biological daughter; therefore, I see no point in trying to bring her” Anastasia said confidently. Viktor raised an eyebrow but nodded, he was impressed by the woman’s strength and brain. He wondered how she fell a slave to a man who was a dumb a chipmunk, but he wasn’t going to ask questions about that now. “Well, what do you suggest that we do?” Viktor asked looking her in the eye. Anastasia raised an eyebrow and walked toward the empty chair whic

A woman, rather, with perfect glassy skin that checked every box in the short list Reina had spewed with malice. Blonde. Pretty smile. Able to hold a conversation. Eloquent. As if things couldn't get any worse, she said something that pulled a genuine smile out of him while she laughed softly. She was beautiful without even trying. "That's Anastasia; the party girl," Mikhail informed me. "It's her birthday. She's labeled the jewel of the Bratva because of her beauty, so that explains the crowd. Every man here has an eye for her," he added dryly, swiping a glass of alcohol from a server's tray from himself. "They wished they could marry her. Not only is her father a high-ranking member of the

Crueler. “Son,” she says again, the single word dripping disdain. Stella stiffens beside me. Her fingers dig into my arm. “Do not get friendly with her,” she hisses under her breath. “That’s Anastasia Volkov. Nicholas’s step mother. She eats girls like you for breakfast.” My stomach drops to my heels. Anastasia’s gaze flicks to me, slow, assessing, like she’s pricing livestock. “And this is…?” Nicholas’s arm tightens, pulling me so close my hip presses against his. His smirk is razor-sharp.