Novel & Cerita Codename Anastasia Ao3

I was taken aback by his words, and I couldn’t help but feel anxious about what he would say next. “Lady Stella left a necklace for her child and also told me the name she gave the child, a name similar to Don Ignacio’s.” He looked at me seriously and held my hand. “She named the child Anastasia Montes, Anastasia Montes is their child’s name. Don Ignacio named their only child.” My eyes widened as I held on to the necklace I was wearing with the name Anastasia engraved on it. Mother Carol said they named me Anastasia because that’s what was engraved on my necklace.

Anana immediately moved closer, wrapping her arms around them both. “Oh, my angel,” she whispered, gently brushing Anastasia's hair away from her face. “What happened?” Anastasia swallowed. For a moment, she couldn't answer. The images were still too clear… Still too real. “I saw...” Her voice shook. “Burning kingdoms.” Lucien's hand slowed against her back. Anastasia's fingers tightened around his shirt. “Wolves... tearing through battlefields.” Anana's expression changed slightly. “Rivers of blood beneath broken skies.”

“I don't intend to replace Anastasia anytime soon, so stop trying to push me away." Draco groaned, as he turned back to look at me. "I don't really like sharing things with you though.” He complained and I felt extremely offended. Marius glared at him, “You don't have a choice here. The moon goddess chose her for both of us, so accept it.” Draco scoffed, "I doubt, she probably made a mistake. You and Anastasia can't possibly be a perfect match.” "We might not be a perfect match, but she melts under my touch everytime," Marius boasted proudly and I cringed so hard my stomach hurt. "I got to taste her first, and it is only a matter of time before…..”

Anastasia sat up, her gaze landed on the tall fruit tree and she briskly climb it up before plucking out some dry dates and jumping down again. "Still... I suggest we go back." There was pleading in Anne's voice, causing Anastasia to roll her eyes. "Anne, I don't know if you understand or not, but I. AM. NOT. GOING. BACK," Anastasia resists the urge to yell. "See..." Anne was about to say something when her tone suddenly changed. "I can smell some scents..." She whispered vigilantly. "And they are not the from the pack." Taking a bite of the date in her hand, Anastasia licked the juice on her lips and shook her head. "No worries, they can't do anything to us."

“Wasn’t that what you were going to do?” “No. I said I was going to beat them, not send them to the hospital.” Anastasia defended whilst shaking her hand. Quickly, she changed the topic. “That aside, girl, look at that dress your wearing.” She whistled getting a better look at the dress Leonica was wearing. “It’s beautiful. Where did you get it?” “From a new clothing brand. The name is Aphrodite, I think.” “Like the goddess of seduction? Suits you.” Anastasia praised.

I ended up being called Blackheart because I tend to exsanguinate my victims and watch them die and those who have met me describe me as cold and emotionless. Codenames have only been in use for roughly the last century so only three generations of my family have them. My mother is known as Aconite, due to her love of poisoning her victims, especially using aconite. My father is known by the codename Scythe since he loves his gun, and he carves a scythe into his bullets symbolising the grim reaper. Grandpa Titus has old-style flare, his is Akephaloi because he likes to decapitate people. Grandma Talyssa was a simple woman, she went with a gun, which I guess is where my dad got his weapon of

~ Anyssa's Pov ~ I clung to the sheets as soon as Ronan stood up. Those were the best hours of my life. “I need to shower,” he said. He kissed me and strutted off to the bathroom. A notification popped up on his phone, and I turned toward where it lay. ‘Unknown number: How many more times do I have to beg you to be mine? Yet you're probably in bed with that psycho who can't even remember her own memories or the fact that she's a murderer.’

But one thing was clear: if Selene was here, stripped of her cover, and if Liam and Alaria were tearing at each other like that outside. Then the real storm hadn’t even begun yet. ************************** “Beta Kai.” Anastasia said excitedly as she ran towards me. “I don't think that you should be running, little wolf.” Liam said as he put his hand on her shoulder. She didn't care. “But I want to see beta Kai.” She said, moving away from Lamb. I nodded, watching as she got on top of the bed beside me. She gave me a paper with a flower on it. I smiled and looked at her.

a girl beckoned as she held him by the arm and kissed him passionately. "Yes indeed..." He moaned and licked his lips. "Sir'e the rooms are ready" a skeleton dressed as a waitress called from the stairs. She was shivering with fear also, as the troops marched towards the stairs. Anastasia wrapped her head with a towel. It was wet. She placed her phone on a template, she was back to her daily update on the internet of using someone's profile as hers. She glanced at her followers it was now a million. She chuckled at her mischievous act.

"Finally, you're here. I thought you would take longer since your Alpha depends on you to stay alive." "Well, that doesn't matter to me. It's his torment for trying to hold me against my will. He should have thought it through. Just because my body accepts him doesn't mean I'm obligated to be tied to him. As far as I'm concerned, he could die tomorrow, and it's none of my concern." "Now I understand what that filthy rat Lafebvre was saying. You're nothing like us; you're more cruel—a fascinating blend of Lycan, Alcano, and Licántropos. You're a fascinating hybrid, Anastasia."