Code Name Anastasia Chapter 41 Novels & Stories

she pressed, resting her chin in her palm. I sighed. “It’s not nerves… it’s…” I trailed off, searching for the right word. “It’s restraint. Because if I let myself fall into whatever this is, there’s no coming back.” Anastasia’s eyes lit with mischief. “Then don’t restrain yourself. Maybe fate’s already writing your story, babe. And tonight- ” she paused, smirking knowingly, “-is just the next chapter.” I groaned. “You sound like a romance novel.”

I decided not to reply to her statement as I continued my journey towards the dining room with them quietly talking behind me. Before I had the chance, Alessandro opened the door for me. I looked up at him pushing down every feeling in my chest as I walked in with Alessia beside me. "Natalia." A familiar voice said. I let out an annoyed sigh as I met her eyes. - End Of Chapter 7: Tequila Neat & Letter -

After a few minutes of me laying down extremely relaxed on the bed, the medicines I took along with the injections started working its magic and before I could even consider fighting it for no reason in particular, I was already asleep. * "Aunty Fay! Chelsea is ignoring me." Anastasia screeched from her spot on the rug in my room. I lifted my hands from the keyboard of my Mac and flexed them a little before staring at Anastasia pointedly as a resigned sign left my lips. "Anastasia..." I started to say but she cut me off. "It's Ana. Anastasia sounds so old." She patiently corrected me again like she has been doing since the night they got here which was four days back from today which makes t

[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?"

Without hesitation, I walk past Yvanna, my steps purposeful as I reach out to take Zachary into my arms. A rush of emotion ripples through me, overpowering my body pain. I press a gentle kiss to Zachary's forehead, my heart swelling with gratitude that he’s safe and sound. But even as I hold him close, another thought nags at the back of my mind, a name whispers like a ghost haunting my thoughts. "Anastasia," I murmur as I turn to Yvanna, my eyes searching hers for answers. "Where's Anastasia?" The peacefulness of the air splinters in an instant, it’s now charged with tension as Yvanna's soft gaze turns dark and cold. Her jaw clenches, and for a moment, she remains silent.

-Anastasia- I was lying in the hot bath, unsure of what to do with myself. I felt lost and confused after everything that had happened. I had only managed a small thank you to my cousin before escaping to my room last night. My lips still tingled at the thought of that kiss, and my body warmed as I remembered his hands on me.

All he knew was that he was drawn to her and her scent. Anastasia was drunk and her head fogged up more when she was around that mysterious man. She really needed to get away from here before she lost all her sanity. When she finally makes it outside the club it’s like a breath of fresh air, literally. All the scents are gone, just the cool breeze remains. It managed to clear her fogged up brain a little. She tried to forget the gorgeous mysterious man that caused her world to stop. She wanted to slap herself because she was soon to be mated.

Roland hadn’t noticed, but she was living in an interrogation room, her move were being watched in each step. “You know my mother isn’t an issue,” he said. “She wasn’t, because she thought I could be more controlled than Sasha,” she thought to herself. “I want to take a shower, do you want to join me?” Roland asked. “Take your time baby,” she said, smiling softly at him. Anastasia waited until she heard the water run in the shower before she discreetly pulled out her second phone, “I will soon be a Conrad,” she typed, sending the quick message. She will burn them before they see the fire coming.

Anastasia’s POV: My heart slammed against my ribs.One second I was heading for the door, and the next, I was slammed against a wall of muscle. “What the hell?!” I cursed, writhing in his grip,but not giving it my all. “You thought you could run?” Nik’s voice was laced with poison, and I could feel it burning across my skin. “From me?” He gave a low chuckle. “You have no idea.” “You have no idea either,” I snapped,and then slammed my elbow into his ribs. He gasped, startled, and I used those few stolen seconds to slip out of his grip and bolt up the stairs.

"Uh you go. I'll order something." She scowled but handed her bag and ran off. I rubbed my forehead as I walked to MacDonald's, wondering why Bryan was behaving the way he is. I looked around for a place to sit but my eyes froze on a particular figure. Long black hair, hazel eyes, high cheek bones, pink lips, sleuth figure, dressed in skinny black jeans and cream fashion top. She looked gorgeous. Anastasia. ~~~ Well, who's ready for the drama!!??