Codename Anastasia Novels & Stories

Just a moment ago he was going on about how happy he was to see his mate, what was his issue? Anastasia stood up and started dressing in the fine material, sticking her tongue out at the other alpha childishly because she could. The top was tied around her waist going down to her thighs and the pants were flowy, both materials clearly expensive. The soft cream colour perfectly highlighted her hair, drawing attention to it.

Since Anastasia's team is the frontliner, her team started to wear their gears already. Anastasia doesn't know what is happening and just let her body move on its own. Her hands grab a two pistols and put a silencer on it and an ammo. It seems like this body was so used to holding this kind of weapons. Then Vanessa hands her a dagger and she took it. Then her hands grabs a grenade and a smoke flash. Anastasia should be frightened from the weapons that she's been grabbing but for some reason, she's not. It seems like Anastasia has her mind but Faira has the body.

I tease. “Says the girl who had to get the car parked just to yunno” she says, smirking evilly as she teases me “Girl, what the hell…. Shush don’t say that” I say, feeling embarrassed. “But nothing happened” I lie “Yeah of course nothing happened Kendra” she mimics sarcastically. “Girl stop that” I say, playfully smacking her. “Anyway Anastasia, have you told him bout that stuff…. Yunno?” She asks, trying to use code words and points to my stomach.

I smiled back at the woman, "Good morning, miss. What happened to Renee?" Renee led her own team of stylists and tended to me and my friends for many years. The woman with the flaming locks gave me an understanding smile, "She had to visit some family last minute. I assure you, you're in capable hands. Renee set me to the task herself. My name's Anastasia." I smiled back at Anastasia. If Renee trusts her, then so do I. "Lead the way, Anastasia." I grinned. Anastasia took no time sending her team setting up around the room. Strange looking recliners were brought in along with totes of supplies.

"Do you have any idea who I am?" Wayne tried to pull away, but found himself surrounded by Anastasia's subordinates. The girls, who looked like typical delusional gangster girls with twin-tailed hair and a shade of burgundy on their lips, wore brass knuckles that looked fatal. The strong fragrance of cologne was starkly obvious. The girl threatened him. “You’re pretty brave to take an interest in my chest, do you have a death wish?” she sneered, the anger clear in her voice.

[WARNING: TRIGGER WARNING CONTENTS!] Rostam Clawmark and Greko Blazul: "!!!" "No way! No way! That is a lie!" Anastasia, who discarded her mate, stomped her broken foot repeatedly as she stripped any soft countenance, revealing her crazy personality to the thousands of beasts she had seduced throughout to march for her bidding. "This all a bad dream! You're a pathetic woman! You should be a cannon fodder, a human furnace for us—the chosen ones! I dreamed of your demise over and over again! Why is it different? Why?"

After about an hour there was a knock on my door before it opened, a girl walked in, she had the same staff member's clothes, the difference between their uniform and ours, theirs is fully black with no extra tie. "Hello little one, I'm one of the dominants responsible for this floor. The name is Anastasia but you can call me Anna, you mind if we have a chat?" She says with my head still buried in the pillow refusing to talk. She walks in toward me, her hand goes against my hair as she pets my head in a calming motion.

I say as she leaves the terminal and out of sight. “Tati, find out everything you can about a woman called Anastasia Renato. I want it all before we land in Sicily.” I say to her and she nods her head when Ivan chuckles and I look at him and raise an eyebrow. “What is it?” I ask him, and he smiles at me. “Anastasia in Russian means resurrection. Renato in Italian means born again. I would hedge a bet that she is Cassandria.” He says, and I nod my head at his words.

Funny enough, Anastasia had already felt like home here in New York with Kayla here and another roomate soon to be met. After Kayla had showed her around the apartment, they came back to the living room with two cans of coke as the door suddenly opened and Anastasia looked that way. An average height girl with purple, pink and dark blue coloured hair with bangs. Three piercings on her ears with one more piercing done on her nose. Her eyes were a light blue with a dark rough leather jacket and a black turtleneck sweater underneath. Her jeans are tight and ripped with some killer shoes and what caught Anastasia's eyes were the big guitar case she strapped against her left shoulder. Her lips th