Novel & Cerita Codename Anastasia Taekjoo

One of the boys cooed. “ She looks familiar but I'm not exactly sure,” another said peering with his drunken eyes. Anastasia banged her clenched fist on the table and everyone flinched including me. “ First of, there's absolutely nothing going on between us. Secondly, I'm Anastasia and we all attended the same highschool though of course, all of you were upperclassmen,” she said grabbing a bottle of alcoholic wine. She was already tipsy, that much was obvious. “ And my name is Anastasia Cooper, you probably heard of me back in highschool because I was on the troublesome side. Well, I would put it as being protective and proactive,”

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.

She walked to the curtain and closed it. She went to the bathroom and she felt so weird. She holds on to the sink and starts vomiting. She was still dizzy when she washed her mouth but she exhaled and looked at the mirror. She then held her stomach and thought about her period. "Darling, you okay?" He asked and she looked at him. Both of them looked at each other. *** Anastasia dresses up in black as she puts on red lipstick and a headdress that has a net to cover her face. Ferdinand escorts her to EPUA as two bodyguards tailed them. It will be the first day to torture them.

The teacher’s chair scraped back sharply. “Silence!” The command cut through the classroom instantly. The noise died at once. Then the teacher turned towards Anastasia. His expression softened… careful and measured, almost too controlled after the tension that had just erupted. “Go ahead and introduce yourself,” he said calmly. Anastasia looked towards the class quietly. There was no fear showing on her face, only quiet awareness of every gaze locked onto her. Then she spoke. “My name is Anastasia Kael.” The moment her surname left her lips…

ANNASTASIA The man holding me was tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair and sharp features. His eyes were a pale, icy blue, the color of winter sky. He was handsome. Undeniably handsome. But there was something wrong about him. Something cold beneath the charm. Something hungry in the way he looked at me. He smiled. It did not reach his eyes. "You must be Anastasia," he said. "Hector's new Luna. I've heard so much about you."

"Uh you go. I'll order something." She scowled but handed her bag and ran off. I rubbed my forehead as I walked to MacDonald's, wondering why Bryan was behaving the way he is. I looked around for a place to sit but my eyes froze on a particular figure. Long black hair, hazel eyes, high cheek bones, pink lips, sleuth figure, dressed in skinny black jeans and cream fashion top. She looked gorgeous. Anastasia. ~~~ Well, who's ready for the drama!!??

Ruining Denali to avenge Anastasia for her ruin after her mother and my bastard father. “Now,” TJ announces, disgustingly. “For the main event.” “Not yet.” Anastasia’s voice rings out, indicating that she and probably the two other thugs were already here, waiting. Fuck, this bitch was sick enough to actually want to sit here and watch TJ and his friends ruin Denali. But could I expect any less from someone who was willing to use their own child as a pawn? “Before that,” Anastasia continues, beginning to move. “We should get some pictures for her loving husband.”

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.

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.

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