Codename Anastasia Fanfic Novels & Stories

I tease. “Says the girl who had to get the car parked just to yunno” she says, smirking evilly as she teases me “Girl, what the hell…. Shush don’t say that” I say, feeling embarrassed. “But nothing happened” I lie “Yeah of course nothing happened Kendra” she mimics sarcastically. “Girl stop that” I say, playfully smacking her. “Anyway Anastasia, have you told him bout that stuff…. Yunno?” She asks, trying to use code words and points to my stomach.

Anastasia POV: I have never heard Vincent talk like this before ,did something happen to his voice. His voice was calm and smooth unlike the Vincent that I know that would talk in a voice promising pain just to instill fear in someone. "Mm... Vincent hi" I greeted flashing him a nervous smile as if that would work ,I prayed that he doesn't do anything to me,I was in such a good mood I don't want anything ruining it today. Vincent took in my appearance,he looked at me from head to toe and I felt nervous under his scrutinizing gaze and silence,I heard him tsk..

Claudia could make a sailor's ears bleed with her explosive temper. Preferring to daydream about tall, ripped and handsome, Anya let her mind drift while she absentmindedly blew on her hot chocolate. She wondered if Ash was thinking of her, and if his thoughts were amorous or murderous. She really had been there to vet him. Having heard Ash might be available for rent, her brother had sent her keen eye to the warehouse, along with several of his men. Thank god those guys hadn't seen her slip into the change room. Or go running back out like a scalded cat. Blue balls would have been the least of Ash's problems if her bother had gotten wind of that. "Anastasia Sitnikov?"

“The moment you show up with Marion Whitfield on that yacht, the internet will break again. Do it for us, the fans.” I rolled my eyes, smiling. “You’re ridiculous.” Anastasia leaned against my desk, taking a bite of her cookie. “You love me. Besides, it’s your chance to show everyone that billboard boy is officially taken.” I chuckled. “Billboard boy? You’re never letting that go, are you?” “Never,” she said through a laugh. “Anyway, you have, like, three hours to find an outfit and let that man pick you up in whatever fancy car he decides to show up in this time.”

-NATHAN- Anastasia kept quiet throughout the ride to the restaurant I caught her staring at me once or twice but I decided not to comment on it. I know I feel for her but I don’t know if it is love or just friendship because when I was with Jocelyn it felt different. She was all gifts and dates but with Anastasia I don’t know we brawled with each other on small things but I didn’t find her annoying and damn she is sexy.

Anastasia looked at him and uttered seriously, "You do not need to give me a special advantage. It will create distance between me and others. I am the model of your company, so treat me as you treat others. I will be happy if you do this" Seeing her serious expression and stubborn nature Alden gave up and uttered, "Okay. The studio is on the tenth floor" "Thank. I will be there soon," Anastasia said and entered the public elevator. "She is stubborn just like her grandfather. I think the stubbornness runs in their blood. A feisty yet beautiful cat" Alden muttered under his breath and got inside his private elevator. Standing inside the elevator, Anastasia took out her phone from her bag and

" Merida came here to see me... please daddy" I finally took notice of the dark teal dress Anastasia was putting on and realized that she was cosplaying as Merida, her vibrant red hair was styled in so many curls, framing her heart shaped face, under the faint dim light, she looked breathtaking. " Stefano.. please.. she already believes I'm Merida, don't scare her"She whispered. I released her wrists and she breathed a sigh of relief, I didn't know how hard I had gripped them until I saw the blood staining my hand, she tried hiding them at her back but I held her hands, the earlier cuts on her wrists had reopened.

Kingsley. Dominic Garcia does not shake my hand, instead he raises my hand high enough to leave a warm kiss onto the back of my palm. I gasp softly at his gesture, “Anastasia.” His gruff and baritone voice calls my name, like he was tasting the sound of it against his sleep. “Uh, Anastasia Morgan.” I nervously tell him. If I wasn't watching his face for even the slightest change of his stoic looking expression. I would never have noticed the tiny frown that morphed his handsome face when I said my full name.

This morning’s breakfast has never been unnervingly awkward, but I’m living for the drama. It’s only a rare occasion that I got the chance to slap Juliet with words. Though I hope I can one day let her taste the strength of my hands with one swift slap. I eyed Juliet as I gave her a simple nod, one that would say ‘I’m not interested in debating to the likes of you, bitch.’ She seemed to read from my expression as she placed a hand on top of Alpha Cain. “Anastasia is a virgin, Alpha,” she purred. “I’m surprised you allowed her to be a candidate.”

He knew how to affect her with just a few words and that sad tone- She heard the door close and jerked her head up. She was alone in her room. How did he leave so quietly? She squeezed her hand and moved to sit on her bed. The mate bond she felt towards him was one to deal with but then when he pestered her like that with that puppy look in his eyes and that handsome face, how did he want her to fight him off? Anastasia fell back on her bed with an arm draped over her eyes. Why was he making things so difficult and why was this so different from her time with Levi?