Codename Anastasia Wattpad Novels & Stories

-Anastasia- I was lying in the hot bath, unsure of what to do with myself. I felt lost and confused after everything that had happened. I had only managed a small thank you to my cousin before escaping to my room last night. My lips still tingled at the thought of that kiss, and my body warmed as I remembered his hands on me.

“I don't intend to replace Anastasia anytime soon, so stop trying to push me away." Draco groaned, as he turned back to look at me. "I don't really like sharing things with you though.” He complained and I felt extremely offended. Marius glared at him, “You don't have a choice here. The moon goddess chose her for both of us, so accept it.” Draco scoffed, "I doubt, she probably made a mistake. You and Anastasia can't possibly be a perfect match.” "We might not be a perfect match, but she melts under my touch everytime," Marius boasted proudly and I cringed so hard my stomach hurt. "I got to taste her first, and it is only a matter of time before…..”

~ Anyssa's Pov ~ Vanessa is the epitome of beauty. And by beauty, I mean in character. I had come back wearing nothing but boots and Ronan’s shirt; she knew something was up and served me a cup of hot chocolate. I still haven't decided what to do about Isabella’s case. I feel like the reason it's bothering me this much is because I haven't told anyone. Not Vanessa, not Ronan, and I definitely will not tell Mavis.

Theo says from beside me on our bed. “What are you talking about?” I ask, turning around to face him. “Why are you sleeping with only my shirt on? I can see your ass once you lie down.” “I don't understand what's wrong with you seeing my ass?” “Anastasia , it's bad enough I smell you in my bed all night. That enough drives my wolf crazy because he hasn't marked you. Now you want to sleep almost naked in our bed. It's like you’re asking me to mark you so you die”

Anastasia: Skybound Pack “Princess, please smile a little bit. Your father is watching you, and he c… “Can cause a scene? He owns the party, remember.” I snorted, and she inhaled before giving me one of her puppy eyes. She knew me too well and definitely knows how to get my attention with those puppy eyes. “Don't do that now, Riley.” I shrugged, practicing one of my fake smiles, and when she was gone, I rolled my eyes.

The cold night air hits my face, soothing the heat rising under my collar. Then I hear it—cursing. Curious, I follow the voice around the corner. Anastasia is standing there, dousing herself in perfume, her expression furious. “...get rid of this stupid scent!” “You know,” I say lazily, “there’s a cliff not far from here. Might do the trick faster.” She whirls, already knowing it’s me. Our scents have long since betrayed us. “Get lost,” she snaps through gritted teeth.

About Anastasia. He thought about a girl who had been told since the age of thirteen that she had nothing, and had survived everything, and had run, and had built something in a human city, and had given birth alone with a King she didn't trust and a midwife she did, and had partially shifted for the first time into a wolf that was white. He thought about what white meant. In the bloodline records, in the elder texts, in the ancient histories that Elder Voss kept in the locked archive.

“For the ink color, I think it should be something fun. Prince Nicoli is a child. He needs something exciting. Oh, and then there are the perfumed papers-“ “Maddie, please.“ I find myself relaxing. I shake my head at her. I can’t believe she’s being so silly. But I can’t help but smile a little. Maddie has rather an infectious way of spreading her excitement. I am not immune. “I’m the one doing the writing, not you.” I shake again. How can someone get so worked up over something that trivial? “But your Empress-” Maddie was about to protest, but Aunt Funda stepped forward. “Empress Anastasia,” A passing cloud shadowed her face as she stood over us. “Are you going to comply with this?.” “I… “

“She doesn’t look like she’d be of much use. Besides, she already caused a loss.” My throat tightened. “I’m… Anastasia,” I forced out, my voice trembling. “My name is Anastasia.” A slow smirk curved the lips of the man in black. He stepped closer. Too close. “Pretty name,” he murmured. “But it tells us nothing.” His gun lifted. I flinched—and his smirk widened, like he enjoyed it. Then he closed the distance completely, pressing the cold barrel against my forehead. The metal burned against my skin. A shiver of pure dread slid down my spine.

Just then, I realized that it is late in the night now, and hence explains why. Behind Anthony is a sneering Owen. My eyes center on him and after, he growls out loud, his speed increasing as he runs towards Anastasia, wanting to drink from her. My eyes glow briefly, just enough to cause an annoying ring in his head. It dampens his little monster and brings back the sane part of him. "Both of you, to your room now." I tell and nodding at the same time, they leave. I turn to the wall. "Anastasia is my mate. Sooner than later, she would drink my blood, and it would be more than once." That is my final reply to Kira. She isn't in a shape anymore, but now within the aura.