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I wouldn't be immune to it until my Luna ceremony. "You are MINE!" He carried on with his rant. "You are mine to use, mine to abuse, mine to kill, do you understand?" I carefully nodded, fighting the tears that wanted to stream down my face. "I will NOT put ip with you being disrespectful, Beta's daughter or not. Do you understand me Anastazie?" He all but growled into my ear. I nodded again but something shocked me, how did he know who I was? Better yet how did he know my name? Almost like he read my mind he chuckled.

“Haven’t you said it before?” “Yes, but maybe they don’t remember and reading this will make them understand this book better. So yes,” She is suddenly facing the wall beside her, “I want you guys to read the first book. ‘Asteria: The Fey King’s Mate’. It’s exclusively on N******t, so I couldn’t upload it here. I am sorry for that, I really am but this will make you understand a lot of things better and I hope you like it.”

I may have failed to seduce Jace properly but I sure as hell succeeded in pissing him off enough that he would no longer be happy with Scarlet. "Scarlet, Scarlet." I tssked, "Let's see how you can manage to spread your wings after what I have done to you." I laughed as I kept walking but I did not care at the moment because, at this instance, I truly was crazy. Anastasia's Pov I pushed back the shivers I felt as I caressed my skin with the warm lotion. My body right now was extremely dry but it still didn't help the cold I felt deep down.

Elijah: “Thank you” Anastasia told the maid who took her coat from her. The maid walked toward the closet to hang it while Anastasia watched before she was guided in. She held her mug of coffee in her right hand while her phone was in her left. Her laptop bag was strapped on her shoulder. Her dark brown hair was tied in a messy bun over her head. She wore a black shirt and black pants, and I couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t have any makeup on.

she stopped talking, "it's like since you've been away, nothing can faze them!" "Just give me some names, Anastasia. It's the only way I can assist you," I pleaded, cautiously inching closer to her as if she might explode right before me. “Sorry, A, but I can’t do that.” Anastasia finally broke down in front of me, tears streaming down her face. I pulled her into a comforting embrace, but she quickly pulled away, her expression a mix of discomfort and pain, as if hiding something deeper. "My bad," I muttered as she wiped away her tears. In one swift move, I lifted the back of her shirt, revealing handprints and a number 4 etched into her skin—marks that would undoubtedly leave scars. She tri

Chapter One. Anastasia's POV. "Relax your body." My brain heeds to his command and I calm. My eyes are closed, and my breathing is hitched. My lips are caught between my teeth and my hands gripped the ends of the bedsheets. His hands were trailing my thighs, sliding downwards and my legs yearns to shudder to his cold touch. Although, deep inside me, I feel so much warmth from his nearness. His tongue is on my cleavage, trailing down my skin. I want to explode into a million and one pieces, but I remain under his figure.

Everything looked terrible. My fear. My paranoia before his death. The arguments. The investigation. Roman ordering the autopsy. And now this. This photo. This scandal. Roman stepped closer toward Anastasia slowly. “You’re bluffing.” “No.” Anastasia tilted her head lightly. “I’m really not.” My chest tightened painfully. “What evidence?” Roman asked coldly. Anastasia lifted her phone slightly. “Enough.” I stared at her in disbelief. “You’re insane.” “No,” Anastasia replied calmly. “I’m prepared.”

“Can you guys , just say it ?” “This is how Lustre crosses her Ts.” Sebastian pointed immediately. “Exactly.” “You thought it too?” “Yes.” Anastasia shook her head. “It doesn’t even look like her writing.” “I know.” “Not even close.” “I know.” “But that’s definitely her T.” Sebastian nodded. “That is exactly why I came.” I took the letter from them, The handwriting looked normal to me and I looked up. “What does this even mean?” I waved the paper. “Why is she speaking in riddles?”

She just wanted to use Sophie to continue to hold me hostage, to maintain her access to the Styles fortune and name. That was all this was. Another manipulation. Another scheme. I stood near the champagne fountain at Sophie's baby shower, watching the guests mill about, making polite conversation I had no interest in joining. I turned to talk to Anastasia, who was standing beside me, looking perfect as always in her navy dress that matched my tie—something Mother had arranged, no doubt. "The party turned out beautifully," Anastasia said, smiling up at me. "Your mother has impeccable taste." Anastasia was perfect. She was beautiful, poised, the youngest daughter of the Cole family with their

If it was any other man, I bet they'd loose their senses before they can count one to two. Casey has the shape and skills to get a man's cock to rise at her command, but... Her stunts can't work on me, no matter how hard she tries. That's because when I look at Cassandra, I always see a copycat, who's trying so hard to shape herself into the woman who came into the life of a dangerous man like myself, and stole my heart in a blink of an eye. Only Anastasia can make my body rise at her own touch. She's the only one who has that right to my heart, my soul, my body... Fuck!