Codename Anastasia Season 2 Release Date Novels & Stories

he opened a door, light flooded in and I realised we were in a wardrobe, the soft things I had felt were clothes, he left the wardrobe, and I heard a gasp "Mali? What are you doing, you shouldn't be here" a girls voice was saying, but then she went quiet and I heard a moan, I gasped, no way am I listening to that, so I jumped out too, the girl screamed, Mali covered her mouth and he glared at me I just shrugged, I didn't need to explain I'm the queen. Once she stopped struggling he let go "Who is this?" She whispered "I'm Anastasia" I offered my hand but she was furious

“Oh, and now you’re joking. Ha-ha, so funny. It only took you twenty-five years to develop a sense of humor. Just you wait until I tell Anast—” A blacked-out car pulled up beside the plane. The back door opened and out stepped the woman who haunted my waking—and sleeping—thoughts. Anastasia wore a little red dress that matched the roses tattooed down her arm. As she slipped out of the car her long, tanned legs were on display, along with the ruby heels on her feet. There was a slit in the dress that opened up as she moved, revealing a hint of the tattoo inked onto her thigh.

Everett had arranged the meeting discreetly—he knew Caesar wouldn’t leave Italy without settling this once and for all. Then she appeared—Anastasia—draped in a sleek crimson dress that clung to her like a second skin, her heels clicking sharply against the stone path. A smirk curled on her red lips as she approached. “You came alone,” she said mockingly. “How bold.” “I didn’t come to play games, Anastasia,” Caesar replied coolly, arms crossed. “This ends tonight.” She let out a soft, cruel laugh. “You look tense. Must be love. Tell me—does she moan your name like I used to?”