Code Name Anastasia Chapter 41 Novels & Stories

"Fine… if that's your wish, I'll support it. But we must prepare for every eventuality." Anastasia's expression softened, gratitude washing over her features. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice almost breaking. "You have no idea how much this means to me." With that, she rose from her seat, scanning us with a mixture of resolve and sorrow. "I will see you soon. Stay strong," she said quietly before departing the room, leaving us in an uneasy silence. Once she was gone, I turned to Easton, asking the question lingering in my heart. "What happens next?"

' Richard shook his head, shifting his sight to the curtain-down window. "Your hands seem rough, giving me no reason to doubt your statements," Anastasia murmured as she leaned back in the chair and brushed a strand of hair off her forehead. She continued again with lost eyes as if she was contemplating a matter deeply, "I once caused someone to bleed horribly—I smashed his head, but fortunately he survived,” at the end of her words her eyes became gloomy. Anastasia talked about Jerry. She still had vivid memories of the night. “Is the intended impression being sent to me that you cannot be intimidated?” With wide amused eyes, Richard questioned with curiosity, thinking that she had undoubte

“I…” Mr. Stuart interrupted me. “Dominic you should learn something...” I couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying because of the hand that treacherously roamed my thigh, I tried to pinch his hand away but he returned my gesture by pinching my thigh. I let out a small yelp and Mr. Stuart looked at me worriedly. “Is everything okay, Anastasia?” “Are you fine?” Nathan asked innocently. You son of a bitch.

he tsked, reaching for the blood wine his sister was drinking at his entrance. A knot tightened in her belly, and she put her legs down and dismissed the enslaved person with a gut-wrenching kick. The poor boy struggled to reach his feet, but couldn’t. Not wanting to get another crippling hit, he crawled away as fast as he could. Anastasia grabbed a fistful of her hair while breathing heavily. Nektarios keeps surprising her as the days go by. The decisions he has been making and pushing her aside are still quite shocking. As if letting the human mate live in his house wasn’t enough. Now they are prepping her for the Luna position she has ached and begged for, for ages.

“You’re testing my fucking patience here, darling.” I swallow hard, taking in the way his eyes darken, the way the muscles on his face twitch when he speaks. My heart pounds against my chest, not because I'm afraid of him, but because I'm not. Not anymore. And that gives me a rush. A rush that tastes like drug. “I’m not your darling!” I bite out, my voice trembling with the force of my words. “My name is Anastasia Novikoff, and you have no right over me.”

Anastasia's POV Rage surged through me, "What are you doing?" I shouted, my voice echoing off the cold walls. Antonio looked up, his smirk annoyingly calm, while Jane barely glanced my way, her indifference cutting deeper than any blade. "What does it look like we are doing?" Antonio asked shamelessly, gazing at me with disgust. "Have you no shame and respect for my father?" I spoke through my teeth, my wolf screaming to let out. He smirked cruelly and barked out a cold laugh, gazing at me menacingly, "You looked so pathetic and disgusting."

Please do not tell me he. She gave me a very confused look. Yeah, Alpha Michael. A huge, heavy breath of relief escaped my dry lips. I placed my shaking hand flat over my beating heart and fell back against the pillows. Anastasia tilted her head to the side, her eyebrows pulling together. Wait, who is Stefan? I quickly looked away, staring at the white blankets. Do not worry about it. It is really not important. She moved closer to me. She held my arm steady and slowly pushed the injection needle into my skin. What is your name?

I feel small and pathetic, a stark contrast to the rage that fueled me just moments ago. A sharp cough from the doorway cuts through my breakdown. I freeze, pulling away from Lila to see a tall man in a sharp tuxedo standing there. He looks like he hasn't slept in a week, his eyes tired and critical. He clears his throat again, louder this time. "Anastasia?" he asks, his voice clipped and professional. I wipe my face with the back of my hand, smearing my mascara. "Yeah?" "The Boss wants to see you," he says, gesturing toward the hallway. "Now."

Then she walked away and I never spoke to her again. Lucas Crawley. Just thinking his name made my jaw clench and my hands ball into fists. Lucas had made my life hell in college and he seemed to enjoy every second of it. He would knock my books out of my hands in the hallway and trip me in the cafeteria and spread rumors that I was gay or poor or both. And the worst part was that Anastasia had chosen him over me. I took a breath and walked up to the counter. "Excuse me." Anastasia looked up and forced a smile that did not reach her eyes. "Hi, welcome to Sweet Seasons. What can I get for you?"

“Some things can’t wait, Mother.” The air crackles. They’re smiling, but it’s a duel. Every word a blade. Anastasia steps closer, diamonds flashing. “You always did have… peculiar taste,” she says, eyes raking over my dress, my bare back, my trembling fingers clutching Nicholas’s sleeve. “Tell me, darling,” she addresses me directly, voice honey over broken glass, “what exactly is it you do? Model? Influencer? Or are you one of those girls who just… spreads her legs for the right last name?”