Codename Anastasia Fanfic Novels & Stories

Anastasia cleared her throat and stepped forward carefully, saying as she pointed at me, "Sorry to interrupt you, Mr. Witch Doctor, but she's his mate. She should be the one to die for him." I gave Anastasia a death glare. If looks could kill, she would be dead by now. I replied, rolling my eyes, "You venomous snake, it was your anger that brought us to this point in the first place. I thought you said you loved him, isn't he no longer the father of your unborn baby?" Anastasia burst out laughing much to my surprise, saying, "What baby are you talking about isadora? Don't tell me you're so stupid to fall for that. Yes, I'm having a baby, but he's not the father."

The beautiful huntress soon wrenched her mouth from my own and reached down to still my wandering hand that firmly nestled between her thighs. "Anastasia..." Vale gasped breathlessly and started to wriggle in my arms. The way she said my name fascinated me—how it rolled off her tongue so naturally like she'd been saying it all her life. Yet I kept my persistence and held onto the struggling huntress. What she hated most was being dishonored by my lustful deed, and knowing that, I took full advantage of it.

Anastasia: Skybound Pack “Princess, please smile a little bit. Your father is watching you, and he c… “Can cause a scene? He owns the party, remember.” I snorted, and she inhaled before giving me one of her puppy eyes. She knew me too well and definitely knows how to get my attention with those puppy eyes. “Don't do that now, Riley.” I shrugged, practicing one of my fake smiles, and when she was gone, I rolled my eyes.

And that we needed to feed our bodies so we could climb back into bed and satiate our other hunger— for each other. The few times we had ventured outside the bedroom I had found Anastasia and Mila cuddled up together. Anastasia was a mafia kid, so she knew and understood more than she should for her age. But then sixteen wasn’t that young, considering she was already betrothed. I had seen her and Mila whispering about something, mostly it was Sia who would give me a narrow eyed glare and then say something snarky to Mila who’d just shake her head, or her face would turn red. I especially liked when her face turns red. She looked beautiful like that. It was the same when she came down from th

She always went weak whenever she gave her that look. “I know what you want, but it’s not even meal time yet. Okay, I will give you some dried fish stick as a treat but you must leave me alone when I am playing. How does that sound?” Just then, there was a knock on her door. Galina put down her cat and walked over to get the door. When she opened it, a bright smile escaped her lips as she saw her best friend Anastasia standing there looking beautiful with her beautiful beige winter coat and brown fur hat matched with the same brown colored gloves and a bright red lipstick on. Behind her like usual was her bodyguard Alexander who never left her side for as long as she knew him.

“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?”

“He drank blood?” “He was biting people’s throats out, I don’t think drinking their blood while he was at it is an unrealistic leap, do you?” He asks pointedly. “That’s a good point, and now that you mention it, he’s starting to sound familiar, and I don’t mean because he’s named after an iconic fictional vampire. As for the first victim, I’m pretty sure he is an assassin who went by the Codename Castrati, so named because he was fond of emasculating his male victims and keeping the parts as a souvenir. Or at least I assume so since the appendages were never found." My words make Silas squirm and cross his legs, and I hide my amusement at his discomfort. “I hadn’t seen him at the last Tourna

"But I am running out of reasons not to say this one." My heart was going hard. The room felt smaller. He was close enough now that I caught that clean dark scent that did something to me every single time, and I stopped pretending it didn't. "Caspian." "Say it." "This is a bad idea." "You keep telling me that." The smallest smile. "And you keep showing up anyway. Two dinners. A storm. Tonight. At some point, Anastasia, a smart woman has to ask herself why she keeps walking towards the thing she says is a bad idea."

DOMINIC My hand hovered over the files on my desk. I hadn't moved it to sign yet. Yesterday Anastasia had asked if she could actually suck my dick. The glint in her eyes had made it clear that if I had let her, she would have gotten on her knees and crawled between my legs right there on the couch in my living room. My hand tightened around the pen. Maybe I should have let her, I wanted to see her sassy mouth wrapped my cock, My gaze dropped to the obvious strain against my pants.