Novel & Cerita Codename Anastasia

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

I noticed the little girl turn to me to give me a not too subtle inquisitive look then turned back to Damon. "Who is she?" She whispered to Damon, she whispered very loudly though, that's why I was able to hear it, but it was still cute. "That's Latifah ." Damon answered. He never once took his eyes off the little girl. She turned back to me. "Hi Adrianna, my name is Anastasia, but you can call me Anna, or Princess Sofia the first. Your choice." she smiled at me. "Well, its nice to meet you Anastasia. How old are you?" I asked her.

I miss you, Max]. Anastasia pressed the send button and watched as the message was sent instantly. She stared at her phone for a moment, hoping that Maximilian would reply soon, but the phone remained silent. There was no sign of life from the man she missed so much. After another long sigh, Anastasia stood up and began to get ready. Today was going to be a day full of cameras and she needed to look perfect. In her mind, she thought of the various things she would have to say during the press conference. The Coeur de Luxe brand had high expectations of her and she didn't want to disappoint them.

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

Gabriel introduced bearishly. Kameron's hawk-like black eyes raked over Anastasia's beautiful body. She wore a white maxi dress that emphasized her innocent exterior. "Please." He held his large hand forward and held her dainty hand, making her shiver under the coldness of his touch. "Call me Kameron." He gently kissed the back of her hand. Anastasia fought out the urge to show the distaste on her face. "Kameron..." she murmured. "Pleasure to meet you."

But then she nods to herself like she just made a decision, and in the next second, she moves. Without hesitation, she lunges at one of the two rogues circling Caleb. There is no fear or hesitation as she attacks. The dagger in her grip flashes, and with brutal precision, she drives it straight into the rogue’s eye. A piercing shriek rips through the air, the rogue stumbling back in agony. That’s all Caleb needs. He finishes him off in a swift, brutal motion. Anastasia doesn’t pause. She’s already turning, ready for the next rogue. And I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more breathtaking as her in fight mode.

I was going to be smart, I was going to be a good girl, playing the survival game. I stood up, the girl visibly relieved at that, not even hiding it. I guess she really wanted to take off that bad. I touched my head, making sure that my crown was still in place. I was not going to come out of the jet as Ana, Ana was dead, she died the minute she stepped in that jet. I was going to step out as ' Werewolf Princess Anastasia Nikita Furthrone, Defender of the Northern lands, Commander of the Lethal swords, Lady of Rockland, Future Queen of the Vampire species.'

In the Bratva world, watching your back was an unspoken rule. Anastasia waited for me in her office, and as I entered, she approached, greeting me with a kiss on the back of my hand. Anastasia Volkov, Mikhail's daughter, was an intriguing blend of grace and intensity. Her eyes held a certain depth, a silent storm that mirrored the tumultuous world she hailed from. Long, flowing locks framed a face that carried the weight of her lineage, a mixture of beauty and the unmistakable mark of the Volkov legacy. Her presence was both enigmatic and commanding, a testament to the resilience cultivated in the shadows of powerful bloodlines.

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.

She offered an embarrassed smile to Damien and whispered, “Umm… I didn’t teach her this. She has been dramatic since birth.” Damien smiled, amused. “I know.” Anastasia huffed, “Who’s at the door, and what’s taking you so long? I’m hungry! Get me food and more wine! I can’t deal with my life sober.” When Adeline didn’t respond quickly enough, Anastasia marched to the door, only to freeze in place when she saw Damien standing there. The wine bottle she was holding slipped from her grasp, rolling to his feet. She felt the warmth of embarrassment flood her cheeks.