Codename Anastasia Novel Book Novels & Stories

ANASTASIA'S POV “So where did you disappear to yesterday?” Arissa asked, one brow arched, a slow smirk tugging at her lips as I scanned through the science section of the Stormborn Library. I froze mid-reach, fingers hovering over a thick book on wolf biology. “Yeah, I’d like to know too,” Clara added, grinning with just as much mischief. I could practically FEEL my face burst into flames. I snatched the book off the shelf and began flipping through the thick pages, keeping my eyes glued on it like it was suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world. “I didn’t disappear,” I muttered weakly, still flipping.

"I fucking love you so much. What made you do that this morning huh?" Anastasia blushed and looked away. "I wanted to do it for a long time." "You did huh?" Leo asked, eyeing her body . Anastasia covered it with her hands, her pants completely soaked. The alpha brought her into a deep kiss, carrying her into the bathroom after leaving the omega breathless and making her cum again as a reward. "Annaaa!," julia approached her excitedly. "I have some good news." Anastasia guessed that it was about her new job role. But was surprised to find out it wasn't

Chapter 16 Anastasia's POV I still pondered over the letter and the name, Annaliese. I am left to wonder if maybe I got the letter mistakenly. I decided to be quiet about the letter and see if maybe my maids would talk about it themselves or if I would get this type of letter again. It was then I realized that I had eaten all the cookies absentmindedly. The Lycans triplets seemed to be keeping the ends of the bargain pretty well. I thought to myself and laughed.

Her blood boiled, jealousy twisting her features into a mask of fury. As the echo of their footsteps faded down the stairs, Anastasia darted forward, her gown's train snagging briefly on the carpet. She burst into the room uninvited, eyes wild, scanning the vanity. The ashtray smoldered, flames still licking the edges of the half-burned file—salvageable, if she acted fast. "No," she hissed through clenched teeth, lunging for the crystal dish. Her manicured fingers plunged into the ash, ignoring the sting of heat as she snatched the charred remnants. Pages blackened but intact in the center fluttered free: key clauses, signatures, dates—enough to unravel everything.

As they strolled through the garden, the evening air carried the faint scent of blooming flowers and the soft rustling of leaves. Damien glanced at Anastasia, his fingers brushing against hers lightly before he asked, “How are you feeling, Anna?” Anastasia let out a slow sigh before a small, thoughtful smile curved her lips. “You know, when I first returned to New York, I was consumed by my desire for revenge. I wanted to burn everything to the ground. I wanted to kill Claire. And I still do.” She paused, inhaling deeply. “But not at the cost of myself. Somewhere along the way, I realized just how beautiful my life is. I found my courage, Damien. I finally found the strength to come to you a

At any moment my control will snap. Fuck. Anastasia leans up on her elbows and I can't help looking at her. She turns her neck, and her glossy blonde hair slides off her shoulders. She's covered in hickeys. Good God, how will she hide this in school? Anastasia follows my eyes to her neck, she brushes her fingers over her chest up to her throat. "Oh." She says. "Nothing a little makeup can't cover." She swings her legs over, and gets up. Anastasia fixes her look in a couple of seconds, she even makes her messy hair look like she did it on purpose.

Her bodyguard fixes his eyes on me and if looks could kill, I would have turned into ashes but two can play the game, so I shoot him one of mine. “I'm going to kill you.” He mouths before stepping into the car and driving her away. Do I follow her? I shake my head at the intrusive thought. If Anastasia wants space, she wants it. I've already locked her in. She should be a free bird tonight. With a sigh, I turn and make my way back into the house, trying to ignore my beating heart which I'd thought was dead. Anastasia is a thief. And she's not only a thief, but a worm too.

" Yes, she is your mate. But I don't know where or what family she belongs. I'm just worried to you , to us. What if their pack attack us because you kidnapped her." I can't understand what they are saying. Whose being kidnapped? What is that mate about? The pack? " But mom, Anastasia is my mate . It doesn't matter what family she has. She belongs only to me." I immediately got up when I heard my name. I looked around, the interior designs were different, the cabinet was different, the window was different, and the paint color was different. Everything was unfamiliar to me because it is not my room. I tried to think about what was going on. How I got to this place? Who's that people outside?

NEW YORK ~SEBASTIAN~ “So, are we going?” Anastasia asked when she found me reading the book. She brought me back to earth, and I cleared my throat and tilted my head towards her. “Of course, I think you were right. She’s a wonderful writer,” I put the book down and got up from the couch. “I was thinking of searching her up and having a clue of what she looks like,” she pointed out excitedly.

She looked at him quietly for a few minutes to sigh and finish dressing his wound to get up, but he pulled her to his feet and wrapped her arms around his neck and the other wrapped his arm around her waist to make her ashamed of her position like this. Anastasia closed her eyes and sighed deeply and opened them again and spoke: I don't know what you see in my eyes and I don't know what's going on..But I will tell you the truth..There is something inside me that is attracted to you, but I really don't know where it comes from..I don't know how to make it stop..Something that makes me feel reassured. And I'm with you..and that's the same thing that made my heart stop for fear when that man to