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Even though I didn’t believe a damn word she said. Before I left the battlefield, I’d heard the reports. Anastasia had single-handedly killed over forty humans. Brown colour or not, her wolf HAD to mean something. Amelia wrapped her arms around me, pressing her face to my chest. “Anastasia will still be yours. We just need a new plan.” She looked up, her eyes brightening. “Remember, we still have the spell.” Ah. Yes. The spell. Finally, something that eased the knot in my chest.

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

I saw her gaze snag on the corner of an old envelope, the pale one, the one with a hospital's name printed in the corner, half-buried under a stack of reports where I kept it and mostly didn't look at it. And beside it, a small amber bottle. "What's this?" she said. "Nothing." I reached for the papers, but she was closer, and her hand got there first, resting on the edge of the desk, not grabbing, just stopping. "Caspian." Her voice had gone low again. "Is that a hospital envelope?" "It's old. It's nothing." I kept my voice even, but something had gone tight in me, because that envelope was a door I kept shut harder than any other. "Leave it, Anastasia. It has nothing to do with you."

But Anastasia shortened the distance again with a predatory astuteness. I was fucking drunk. She was a goddamn sexy girl by any man's standards; before Luke stepped into my world, I enjoyed constant excess with high-society women. Hell, I loved burying myself in the cunts of every whore to liquidate the stress of the customs. But Luke... Luke had become something so fucking special, so addictive and pure for my entrails that I had completely forgotten the existence of any cunt in this damn world. However, Anastasia managed to bypass my physical guard due to my drunkenness; she extended her free hand in a rapid way and placed it directly over the fabric of my pants, right between my legs, tak

I kept my smile fixed, my body language open and relaxed. “Would you like wine?” Damien asked. “I took the liberty of ordering a bottle of Château Margaux. I remember you mentioning you preferred red.” He remembered. Of course he did. It was a detail my character, Anastasia had mentioned in passing two months ago. The fact that he'd retained it, that he'd thought to order it. It was exactly the kind of gesture that would make a real woman's heart flutter. Good job Damien. I wasn't a real woman. Not tonight. Tonight I was Anastasia, and Anastasia would be charmed.

he said. “Since the baddies started wearing well-made suits,” Anastasia said. She slid a hand over one of the older files, the ones from twenty years back. “We fought cartels,” she said. “We thought if we cut the head, the snake dies. We forgot snakes grow new heads. This snakes—” she tapped the Delaware papers “—they grew a bank account instead.” I watched her hands. They were steady. Only her green, still beautiful eyes gave things away; they had that far away look people get when they’re back in an alley with sirens that never got there in time.

Anastasia looked at him and uttered seriously, "You do not need to give me a special advantage. It will create distance between me and others. I am the model of your company, so treat me as you treat others. I will be happy if you do this" Seeing her serious expression and stubborn nature Alden gave up and uttered, "Okay. The studio is on the tenth floor" "Thank. I will be there soon," Anastasia said and entered the public elevator. "She is stubborn just like her grandfather. I think the stubbornness runs in their blood. A feisty yet beautiful cat" Alden muttered under his breath and got inside his private elevator. Standing inside the elevator, Anastasia took out her phone from her bag and

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.

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