Novel & Cerita Codename Anastasia Wattpad

She looked at him quietly for a few minutes to sigh and finish dressing his wound to get up, but he pulled her to his feet and wrapped her arms around his neck and the other wrapped his arm around her waist to make her ashamed of her position like this. Anastasia closed her eyes and sighed deeply and opened them again and spoke: I don't know what you see in my eyes and I don't know what's going on..But I will tell you the truth..There is something inside me that is attracted to you, but I really don't know where it comes from..I don't know how to make it stop..Something that makes me feel reassured. And I'm with you..and that's the same thing that made my heart stop for fear when that man to

Chapter Twenty Seven Ashton’s POV After coming back home with Anastasia , a girl I met in Paris who had a way of cheering me up, I decided to put my all into forgetting Marg for good. Haven been introduced to sex she too began to take care of my sexual needs as well all in the bid to trick my body and my mind to forget Marg.

Ezekiel’s POV The packhouse was unusually quiet tonight. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples as I tried to focus on the stack of paperwork in front of me. It had been a long day—training schedules, rogue patrols, and disputes between pack members. My mind was a jumble of thoughts, but one stood out above the rest: Kailey.I smiled to myself, thinking about her. Bringing her and Auren back had been the right choice, though it had stirred more chaos than I anticipated. Still, it was worth it. I’d made my decision: Kailey was going to be my Luna. I just needed to handle things carefully, especially with Anastasia.I sighed, pushing the papers aside. What I really needed was a cup of cof

I said ending my story. Anastasia had awe in her eyes but there was also pain in them. “Nathan this doesn’t make me hate you instead you make me respect you even more. You are caring for a child that isn’t even yours, you fought the entire world… but lying to me it hurts my self-respect.”

When I returned—heels echoing, dress swishing like a warning—I saw it. Her. Anastasia. Leaning against the study’s door frame like she was auditioning for “Desperate Housewives of Billionaire Estates.” Inside, Jace stood stiff as a skyscraper. Hands in his pockets. Jaw clenched so hard I could hear the tension. Anastasia was slinking toward him like a cat in heat. “I’m just saying,” she purred, voice syrupy and desperate. “Our union would make headlines. You and me? It would be a royal event. Everyone around the world would be watching…”

Matif’s voice grew louder, steadier, as if the words were burning their way through his soul. “The Moon and the Tides are one again.” Then he collapsed, unconscious once more. --- Anastasia awoke in Kael’s chambers, wrapped in warm blankets, her skin still damp with lake water. Her body ached, but it was the silence in the room that unnerved her the most. Kael sat beside her, watching her as if she were both a miracle and a threat. “Tell me what happened,” he said quietly. She told him everything about the ambush, about nearly drowning, about the beasts that came when she was about to die.

DYLAN XAVIER The night was beautiful not that it mattered but that was how anyone would start a story. The night was beautiful. That was exactly what Anastasia would say. She had the most exquisite, and her eyes were as big and brown as a doe. Her neck was mostly graced with nothing except a fine chaplet and an almost invisible cross tattoo on her neck… she was Amelia's mother and my wife at that time.

“I’m not doing this bullshit.” Adonis raised both hands in surrender, keys still swaying between two fingers. “Alright, no need to bite. I was just following orders.” “Well,” I yanked the door shut, “You can un-follow them.” “Anastasia,” he said, voice softer now. “You know him. He doesn’t give things without a reason.” I scoffed. No, I knew a reckless fourteen-year-old with sticky fingers and a sweet tooth. Not this emotionally constipated man-child playing God with my life.

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.

When I lifted my head, I saw that she was wide awake with her hands holding her phone over her face. I stare at her with amusement. Damn! She's so stunning with her messy hair. I can't believe that we ended up making love after our quarrel. My eyes look down at her neck, the hickey was gone. I'm so infuriated by Byron's presence. This is what I'm scared about, Byron might steal my girl again, but this time, I won't let him take my girl away from me. Anastasia is so innocent that she didn't know people around her might be causing her trouble. She is not good at choosing a friend. But Ava and Lucas are not bad though.