Codename Anastasia Wattpad Novels & Stories

Claudia could make a sailor's ears bleed with her explosive temper. Preferring to daydream about tall, ripped and handsome, Anya let her mind drift while she absentmindedly blew on her hot chocolate. She wondered if Ash was thinking of her, and if his thoughts were amorous or murderous. She really had been there to vet him. Having heard Ash might be available for rent, her brother had sent her keen eye to the warehouse, along with several of his men. Thank god those guys hadn't seen her slip into the change room. Or go running back out like a scalded cat. Blue balls would have been the least of Ash's problems if her bother had gotten wind of that. "Anastasia Sitnikov?"

Everything I wanted, I took. But this situation with Anastasia changed everything. The bitch and my bastard brother just made it too difficult. Amelia rose onto her toes and pressed a soft kiss to my collarbone. “Let me help you ease your mind,” she whispered, suggestive. But I barely heard her. My thoughts drifted back to the attack. Back to the moment Anastasia crushed those humans. Her wolf… Goddess. I still felt the ground shake under her paws. The size. The raw power. The speed. She'd tore through the humans like they were paper.

My hybrid kept jumping inside my chest like a hungry demon, forcing me to inhale the scent that her skin gave off. The girl walked toward the desk with a feline parsimony. She stopped two meters away from me, rested a hand with long and well-groomed nails on the wood, and sketched a smile that poured perversion. “Killian... You... are my mate,” she said with an almost inaudible softness. “I am Anastasia. Anastasia Volkov. I have come all the way from the north of the Council just to find you.” That goddamn voice vibrated directly in my chest, trying to calm Fenris's fury, but my wolf replied internally with a warning growl.

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″ Anas screamed in his usual manner. Anna rolled her eyes. ″I knew you guys would be awake by this time,″ she explained. ″Yeah right. And you couldn't call for how many days?″ Haniya said as she eyed Anna. ″I'm so sorry. I haven't really had time,″ she lied. ″Quite lying,″ Anas said. ″You forgot us so soon.″ He cried dramatically as he said this while Anna and Haniya laughed. ″I'm sorry,″ Anna said when she stopped laughing, ″But I never forgot you. You guys are my world.″

ANASTASIA'S POV Hi, my name is Anastasia Black, let me tell you a little about myself. My parents died during a war between them and another mafia but, I don't remember anything since I was very young when it happened. 34 I grew up on the streets without any food or shelter. Until one day this 16-year-old boy came and started teaching me street fighting. After a while we got pretty close, I had soon fallen in love with him. He taught me how to fight, so I could protect myself, we both got matching tattoos as a sign of our friendship but, suddenly the next day he disappeared. 23

Elijah: “Thank you” Anastasia told the maid who took her coat from her. The maid walked toward the closet to hang it while Anastasia watched before she was guided in. She held her mug of coffee in her right hand while her phone was in her left. Her laptop bag was strapped on her shoulder. Her dark brown hair was tied in a messy bun over her head. She wore a black shirt and black pants, and I couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t have any makeup on.

"Oh, is Anastasia there? Put her on, I want to ask her about shoes." Tristan pulls his cock from my mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva connects my lips to his tip. I gasp for air, my face flushed, my neck marked by the belt. He grabs my arm and hauls me up, tossing me onto the king-size bed. I bounce on the mattress, breathless and dazed. He hands me the phone. "Try not to make sound babygirl," he whispers, his voice rough. I take the phone with a trembling hand. "H-hey, Mom," I stammer.

Deep in that little cum canal that is her tight virgin hole. I cannot believe this is her first time giving head. I really can’t. If I didn’t trust this girl so implicitly, I would be absolutely sure she was lying to me. But I do trust Anastasia. I trust her with my life, and I’ve only just started to spend any real time with her. Anastasia Jackson. That name’s got a wonderful ring to it.

Leaning in closer, clearly tipsy, he added, "tell me more about you." "Yes," Tobias, his friend chimed in, hand raised high with a beer bottle, "I'm interested, too." I blushed, giggling. "But you already know a lot. We've been friends for a couple of weeks now." "Come on, guys," Talia, Tyler's twin sister and my new best friend, threw her arm over my shoulder, "you know her. Anastasia Miracle, moved here from Arizona with her mother, goes to the same college with us."