Codename Anastasia Novel Book Novels & Stories

She walked to the curtain and closed it. She went to the bathroom and she felt so weird. She holds on to the sink and starts vomiting. She was still dizzy when she washed her mouth but she exhaled and looked at the mirror. She then held her stomach and thought about her period. "Darling, you okay?" He asked and she looked at him. Both of them looked at each other. *** Anastasia dresses up in black as she puts on red lipstick and a headdress that has a net to cover her face. Ferdinand escorts her to EPUA as two bodyguards tailed them. It will be the first day to torture them.

Each books has two copies for her and Eliot, and for Mary. "We will go here first." She showed the first book and read the title. "Code99: The Promised." "Can you read the plot first please?" Eliot said. "Alright." Anastasia agrees before opening the book and clears her throat. "Working as an agent is already tiring as it is but having a secret relationship with your co-agent tops it all. Denver doesn't know how long could he take the pressure of being the ace of their agency and if it weren't for Stella, his co-agent and the love of his life, he would have left the agency a long time ago. But it only takes a matter of time before his love puts them both in danger." She reads before closing

Fuck, I should own that pussy from now on, from the way it accepted me and responded to my fucking touch. I had never seen a girl that wet right in my hands; she’s full of life and sweetness. I couldn’t keep my dick calm as I went wild in my imagination while I fingered her. Coupled with the fact that her beige eyes captured all my attention, she’s beautiful as hell. Anastasia has the kind of beauty of a princess who has been living in the castle since she was born and living a luxurious kind of life, but her story says otherwise. Although she doesn’t look like she came from an orphanage home, she looks royal and noble.

Anastasia’s Pov. I remember that night clearly like it was just yesterday. A week ago wasn't that far, but it was still as clear as yesterday The night that acted as the starting gear to this whole nonsense. "Did you also have an idea of who I was before starting the bet?” Stone nodded and I felt my stomach ache. For clarification I asked, "What exactly did you know?” "That you work for the Anti Mafia organisation, Anastasia Mikhailova, Organisation name, Tequila, which is a lovely pick by the way, and you are specially in charge of handling the ISG."

Anna placed her hand on Anita's shoulder. "Let's go, Anna. I'll fix her problem." Gaia said. "Wait." Anita looked up and picked a book from the stack on the floor. "Book One. You'll know it's real." Anna stared at the book in her hand, with hard aesthetic cover, 'Who are they?' The title sparkled in pure gold as she stared at it. "I..." "Let's go. We wouldn't want Lord Xandros to find you here." Gaia said and she nodded her head, following him immediately.

"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."

A.n hi lovely readers, welcome to my new book, quick warning, I don't like describing things, like clothes, and housing, I find it boring, if you don't like it sorry, If you don't understand something please ask, I'll be happy to answer any questions. On that note please enjoy. My name is Anastasia, I am twenty years old and I have black hair and brown eyes, my mother died, in a car accident when I was thirteen, since then it's been just dad and I.

So I grab a notebook from the desk drawer—a pretty, leather-bound thing that smells like money and untapped potential—and start writing. Things I Remember from the Novel (or: My Half-Baked Guide to Not Dying Socially) Anastasia (that’s her name, right?) comes back from Europe in about two weeks. She’s fluent in French, plays the cello, and once rescued a puppy from drowning. Everyone adores her. Lyra—me—gets kicked out shortly after. No scandal. Just “you’ve grown so independent” energy and a disappearing bank account. Ethan Quan = second male lead. Wheelchair. Tragic backstory. Genius. Also, kind of hot? Yeah. Hot.

“She doesn’t look like she’d be of much use. Besides, she already caused a loss.” My throat tightened. “I’m… Anastasia,” I forced out, my voice trembling. “My name is Anastasia.” A slow smirk curved the lips of the man in black. He stepped closer. Too close. “Pretty name,” he murmured. “But it tells us nothing.” His gun lifted. I flinched—and his smirk widened, like he enjoyed it. Then he closed the distance completely, pressing the cold barrel against my forehead. The metal burned against my skin. A shiver of pure dread slid down my spine.

His touch is possessive, firm. "I’m going to the estate in the mountains tonight," he says, his tone dropping, becoming intimate and terrifying. "It’s far away from here. Quiet. Private." He pauses, his gaze raking over my body, stripping me bare without removing a single piece of clothing. "And I’ve decided I want you to be the one to keep me company." My mouth goes dry. "I... I don't..." "You don't have a choice, Anastasia," he cuts me off, a smirk playing on his lips. "You owe me a debt. And I intend to collect."