Codename Anastasia Novel Book Novels & Stories

Anastasia's POV "Is she bluffing??! There is no information about rejected mates in the books I've seen. And what does she mean already rejected two? Mates are said to be extremely hard to come by!" I frustratingly pull my hair as I pace back in forth in my room. "But Rozen said that mates are a bond of forever right? So how can it be rejected? No... do I actually trust the words of that fake b*tch?" I continued to anxiously pace around the room. I don't even know nor do I understand why I am currently reacting like this. This whole overreaction isn't like me! No, actually all of these emotions whirling and causing havoc inside me are not like me at all!

But my hands aren’t clean anymore. Rubbing my eyelid, I glanced at the little notebook Nik gave me. He wanted me to write down a list,things I wanted to experience with him. Things that would “ruin” me. Funny thing is, Anastasia’s already ruined. Nothing can break her again. But Skye? That version of me,the sweet, lost girl she pretends to be? She could still be broken. She could still be… ruined. The pen moved slowly across the page. “Fall in love with me and let me kill you.”

HERMES What were the chances of finding someone you'd waited your whole life for… in the underground of all places? Lost and feverish from heat, a room away from where Mafia bosses were having their annual meeting. Well, what happened next… was a blur of memory. *** Anastasia tasted the same. Better than I expected. She knocked me off my feet the moment she crashed her lips to mine. Now her hands tightened on my chest. Frustrated, she shoved me off and backed away, flushed.

DOMINIC Twenty minutes into the flight. I rubbed my hand against the back of my neck. I glanced at Anastasia. She leaned against her seat, eyes closed shut. Her cheek rested against the armrest, squished on the hard leather, lips parted slightly. Her coat was buttoned to the very last one, like she was afraid her clothes would slip again. They did have a habit of falling off her. My eyes dropped to her chest. I could still picture them from earlier. I’d always had a photographic memory, but that worked against me in cases like this.

"To building an empire, surviving the noise, and proving that no paper, no past, and no ghost can ever stand between us." Anastasia reached across the table, her crystal glass clicking lightly against mine. "To us." She took a slow sip, her dark eyes filled with pure warmth, contentment, and trust. I brought the glass to my lips, ready to taste the wine. The sudden, sharp chime of the private elevator echoed through the quiet penthouse like a gunshot. I froze. The glass stayed hovering an inch from my mouth. Anastasia’s smile vanished instantly. She set her glass down on the table, her hands tensing against the cloth as her head turned toward the dark foyer.

Anastasia shifted back to her human form and wobbly sat on the rock, heaving loudly as she rested her back against the smooth surface, her hands under her head and her eyes gazing past the tall trees to the distant sky as a smile found its way to her lips. "Now, I am free." She whispered, resisting the urge to scream out loud about her newfound freedom. "You know this is not a good idea." She finally heard her wolf's voice, Anne in her mind. Anne has been saying this over and over since she was planning her escape. "Good idea or not, as long as they never find me," Anastasia said, closing her eyes. "We are not safe out here, Anna," Anne whispered. "Not safe?" Anastasia giggles. "Don't undere

I packed up my things eagerly, while a tear rolled down my cheek. I’m Anastasia Farrow a 26 year old independent woman, what can I say? I’m ambitious and I always stand for what is right. Even if I have to stand against my employer, I didn’t mind, so long as it was for the good of others. I am competent, precocious and excellent at whatever I do, I hate to fail at anything, mainly due to the failed marriage between my parents. They had gotten separated when I was 16, I was in high school and had to leave New York with my mum, and move to Europe, Ireland. Which was about 7 to 8 hours away, I had no way of going back to see my dad. “I guess I would have to find a more satisfying job,” I said t

she pressed, resting her chin in her palm. I sighed. “It’s not nerves… it’s…” I trailed off, searching for the right word. “It’s restraint. Because if I let myself fall into whatever this is, there’s no coming back.” Anastasia’s eyes lit with mischief. “Then don’t restrain yourself. Maybe fate’s already writing your story, babe. And tonight- ” she paused, smirking knowingly, “-is just the next chapter.” I groaned. “You sound like a romance novel.”

Anana immediately moved closer, wrapping her arms around them both. “Oh, my angel,” she whispered, gently brushing Anastasia's hair away from her face. “What happened?” Anastasia swallowed. For a moment, she couldn't answer. The images were still too clear… Still too real. “I saw...” Her voice shook. “Burning kingdoms.” Lucien's hand slowed against her back. Anastasia's fingers tightened around his shirt. “Wolves... tearing through battlefields.” Anana's expression changed slightly. “Rivers of blood beneath broken skies.”

MUST READ* As of this stage in the book, Anastasiya has fully accepted her role and her new life as Valencia. Anastasiya Van Houten is dead, and as that, I will no longer be writing in her point of view. She will now be addressed as Valencia as I continue with this book. Forever. I hope this clears the air, and you won't be confused when you read the next chapter, and it's in Valencia Nightingale's point of view. I love you all, and thank you for reading my book. Don't forget to give me a review and tell me your honest thoughts. With much love. Rahma♡