Codename Anastasia Novel Book Novels & Stories

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.

The dirt road must have narrowed because the rider fell back allowing the carriage to go first. When she looked back at Macilleus, she found him leaning to one side with his eyes closed. Feeling awkward, Anastasia tucked her knees and pulled her hands to her side. She slid to a corner and pulled her legs up to look outside, even though there wasn't much to see, she liked the fact that she was out of Vilinski and that every breath that she took had the taste of freedom. She hoped that they made it to Oraid as soon as possible. She remembered when she was just fourteen, how Iskra, her secret mentor at Vilinski was teaching her the art of swordfighting and had said

And it's all thanks to you all, my lovely readers. Anastasia is now completed and I can finally put my pen down with gratitude in my heart. It's obviously been an intense journey to pick up this book and continue on until the end. I did my utmost best to shape up the story into a beautiful one with the themes of mystery and steamy romance fully embedded.

“Maybe I don’t want to get fucked by a stranger at a party I don’t even want to be at.” “That’s fair. So, let me ask you: what if you were home in a warm bed? Would it change anything?” “No.” “Woman!” I exclaimed, noticing some nearby guests glance at us oddly. I offered them a small smile, and they turned away before I focused back on Anastasia. She had her arms crossed in front of her, pushing her wonderful breasts together. It distracted me, especially since her dress showcased her cleavage so clearly. Ana noticed where my eyes went and looked down, quickly lowering her arms. I shook my head, trying to regain my focus before I met her eyes, and she stubbornly held mine. Only my queen coul

I whispered, casting a spell to ensure that not even the faintest sound would escape the confines of my chamber. … As the sun painted the sky with hues of gold, Anastasia defied her instinct to escape and instead sought solace in my embrace. With a mischievous grin adorning her face, she playfully etched her thoughts onto my chest, her delicate fingers leaving a trail of secrets. "Darling," she whispered. I coughed, caught off guard by her sudden boldness. "What?!" Anastasia pouted, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Easy there," I cautioned.

” I nodded , hesitantly ;” my goodness Anna , please be careful “ she warned me and I nodded with a smile My aunt had nothing to worry about that , I’m not the kind of girl who sleeps with guys on the first date , nor the second or the third It was gonna take a long time for me to give my virginity to someone , I had standards and principles , I’m nothing without them And if Damon Sorrentino thought I was gonna give in so easily for him , he has another thing coming D A M O N “ Anastasia Gilbert “ I was in my villa , sitting in my desk , my blouse’s buttons were opened , a glass of bourbon in my hand , muttering Anna’s name It felt like a melody She had me wrapped around her finger , for now

And there it is, in all its glory— her masterpiece, Bonded, the very book that has thrust me into this surreal nightmare. As I scroll down, I gasp in anxiety as my gaze catches another book. Bonded II, it’s called, its art cover adorned with striking imagery that sends a chill down my spine. The cover has Hugh in it, behind him is his gray wolf, but unlike the first book, Yvanna isn’t in there with him. It isn’t just the artwork that makes my blood run cold—it’s also the name emblazoned across the bottom part of the cover, in an elegant script that strikes a jolt of recognition coursing through my veins. My name: Anastasia Sanchez.

GIOVANNI'S POV The heavy oak door to Anastasia’s room was ajar, but I didn’t bother knocking. I just pushed it open, the scent of her jasmine perfume hitting me like a soft, expensive wall. She was lounging on a chaise by the window, a thick, leather-bound book in her hands. She didn’t look up, just turned a page with a deliberate slowness that was pure, calculated provocation. “We need to talk,” I said, my voice sounding rougher than I intended in her delicate, feminine space.

In anger and rage, his eyes turned completely red and he disappeared from everyone's sight with the speed of light. "Have you found that thing for which you came here?" Moroi Ace Denzell stood behind Ms. Anastasia and said in a low voice, "It's very rude. Don't steal like this when the family is not in the house. Very bad manners." Hearing his voice, Ms. Anastasia got scared, and the book fell from her hands. "Hey, you are faster than I thought," he picked up the book that fell on the ground and read the name of the book in a loud voice. "Exorcism: Eldritch Werewolves by Witch Rosaline."

"To prevent a werewolf from becoming a vargulf…." She had just opened the next page to read further but quickly put the book back under the pillow at the sound of the door slamming. "Are you going?" Ms. Anastasia asked, seeing her getting ready, and quickly started to wipe the sweat from her forehead due to panic. "Yeah! I'm going," she said while putting her handgun in the holster. "And you also need to rest. Don't get busy with housework." As soon as Emily left, Ms. Anastasia took out the book from under the pillow when she heard the sound of the door opening.