Codename Anastasia Mga Nobela at Kwento

I growled again. I bent down and cradled her in my arms. I could feel her heart racing, the flush that rose to her cheeks when she changed didn’t leave. I walked to where I knew the armory was. She pressed the code that opened the outer door. We made it to the door that led to the armory and did the retinal scan. “Welcome, Harlow Dunaway.” The security system called out. “What do you need?” “Just some stuff.” She looked around. “Set me down.”

"See you at dinner." She walked away. "Follow me," Damien said. She followed behind him as they ascended the stairs. His room was bigger than her whole house. Minimal colours, black and grey. It was very neat and organised. Damien Walker was a neat person. "I'm going to freshen up." He disappeared into his closet. Anastasia sat on the couch. She didn't know when she fell asleep. "Anastasia. Anastasia." She was too deep in sleep to hear him.

i needed the bitterness to clear the fog from my brain. The bathroom door finally opened, the sound of the lock clicking loudly in the quiet room. Anastasia walked out, she had already put her clothes back on. Her hair was damp from the shower, combed back away from her face. Her blouse was buttoned all the way to the top collar, hiding her collarbones completely. She was wearing her gray blazer, her posture stiff and professional once again. She looked like the Chief Executive Officer of the Black corporation, not the woman who had held onto my shoulders in the dark.

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"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.

Cordelia was marveling at the fact that she was able to stop Ashley from coming here and didn't give Anastasia more time to prepare as she had paid the host to change the list, but who would have thought that Anastasia's designs would cause her the fail anyway, she thought to herself. She went to Anastasia "Ana, All the best sis! Set the stage on fire" Anastasia smirked after hearing Cordelia "Oh I plan on doing just that" Cordelia's smile faltered 'why is she so smug with a dress like that she thought. Anastasia's name was announced, and she started walking on the ramp. The first person she made eye contact with was Hades. She blushed but tried to hide it anyway. Hades was impatiently waiti

We walked up to the counter and a blond guy dressed in black and white walked up to us. "What would you guys like to have?" He asked and Leonardo looked at me. "I'll have a virgin colada." I told him and he nodded before turning to Leonardo. " A margarita." He answered. "I'll have both ready in a couple of minutes. You can meet that girl." He pointed to a girl in a uniform standing next to the karaoke machine. "She will help you the karaoke." He completed. " Use the name tags; Leo and Riona." Leonardo informed the bartender.

"So let's try this again, hi I'm Griffin Masters. Alpha asshole with an unearthly obsession with knives." I laughed out loud. "Hello, I'm Anastasia. Omega, with a freaky backstory."

She gasped on seeing them. "Who.. who are you?" She shivered. "What do you want?" She asked again. "Hello princess" Anastasia came out from behind one of the men, she wore a mask, that only covered her eyes and nose. She walked majestically over to Camilla, her stilettos kissing the floor as she walked. "What do you want?" Camilla asked, glancing at the huge men behind Anastasia. "To teach you not to mess with things that belong to me. Today, I'm going to kill you" Anastasia chuckled, bringing out a dagger. Camilla gasped loudly, staggering backwards. She tried to run but the huge men were quick to hold her in one position.

I sprayed on a quick spritz of cologne and headed downstairs. I heard footsteps descending the steps. I looked up to see Anastasia coming down the stairs. She was dressed in a sky-blue figure-hugging gown. Anastasia was slender but she had curves in the right places. Her hair was styled in waves in a side part. Her makeup was simple with a bold lip. I couldn't take my eyes off her, "hi", she said bringing me back to reality. "You look beautiful", I remarked, and she smiled, "thank you", she replied.