Fifty Shades Darker Anastasia の小説・ストーリー

Somewhere in that exchange was the outline of the bridge neither of them wanted to admit they were building. Anastasia appeared in the doorway with the tray and the look of a woman whose life has rolled more men into recovery than a church hospital. She gave Nicos a glance that pinned him to his manners and me a glance that remembered the year I refused to eat tomatoe soup for political reasons. Her hair was pulled back, dark and exacting. Her dress was navy, the color of sea that return ships to safe harbors. “Eat,” she said to Elky, as if she was offering him a chance to exist.

She offered an embarrassed smile to Damien and whispered, “Umm… I didn’t teach her this. She has been dramatic since birth.” Damien smiled, amused. “I know.” Anastasia huffed, “Who’s at the door, and what’s taking you so long? I’m hungry! Get me food and more wine! I can’t deal with my life sober.” When Adeline didn’t respond quickly enough, Anastasia marched to the door, only to freeze in place when she saw Damien standing there. The wine bottle she was holding slipped from her grasp, rolling to his feet. She felt the warmth of embarrassment flood her cheeks.

Her manicured hands were running up and down his chest, with a few of the buttons on his shirt undone. I remained rooted in my spot, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. Orpheus flinched back away from her touch; his eyes were on me with conflicted emotions. I wasn't sure. I took in a shaky breath and tried to stop the shaking of my arms. Putting on a bold face, I walked over to them, stopping in front of the table. Anastasia stood to her feet, picking up her mini-shot top that was discarded on the floor and slowly putting it on before turning to look at me with a smirk on her face.

Instead, I will keep that a secret and move on, but I am yet to figure out what Anastasia is to me—not just a sex buddy. She is still wondering why Sandra called me, but I'm always changing the topic. That’s why she is giving me the side eye as she sorts out the documents from my desk. She isn’t only giving me an angry and blank expression; she is also doing something on purpose. The skirt she has on today is fucking seductive, and it’s the first time she’s wearing it. Anastasia is quite aware of the consequences of wearing inappropriate clothes, but she seems to have a motive because she keeps throwing down some of the documents on purpose and picking them up slowly, revealing her red pants

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.

“Uh-huh. Well, stop thinking. Buy the dress. We’ll find the perfect heels to match. By the time we left the boutique, garment bag in hand, the city lights had flared to life. Anastasia hummed happily as she drove, clearly satisfied with our success. “So,” she said slyly, “are you secretly hoping Mr. Handsome Devil notices you at the gala?” I groaned. “Anas…” “Don’t you Anas me. I saw that look in your eye in the dressing room. Don’t deny it.” I stared out the window, watching neon signs blur past. “It doesn’t matter what he notices. I’m not making it easy for him.”

All mine. It didn’t take long for Anastasia to make an appearance. The entire room was dark except for the pink lights that lit up the stripper pole. I watched her walk in with her blonde hair cascading down her back in waves as she walked up to the pole. Slow music began to play in the background as her hand slowly graced the metal pole. “You asked for a taste of Barbie?” she asked, her sexy accent falling off of her tongue as her big breasts spilled out of her tight bra.

I press on, "You see, Dwight, we both have our doubts, our insecurities. And perhaps, in acknowledging them, we can find a way to ensure that our mates remain loyal to us, no matter what." Dwight's gaze drop to the ground as he tucks in his hands inside his coat’s pockets. As the weight of our words poised on the precipice of revelation, the stillness of the night is shattered by the sound of footsteps approaching. Anastasia emerges from the mansion's entrance, her presence casting a sudden spell of interruption over the scene. Carrying a thick folder cradled in her arms, Anastasia makes her way toward us, her gaze downward. She only lifts her gaze when she talks to me."Yvanna, I'll be borro

There were tiny bruises on her neck, shoulders, thighs, and even her cleavage; her short hair was messy too. “I'm fine; I'm just tired and need to rest,” Anastasia said but added after a heartbeat, “I will tell you everything later,” when she saw Diana was holding back from questioning her. Diana nodded and opened the car door for Anastasia and said, “Okay, rest now; I will wake you once we arrive home.” Anastasia nodded and closed her eyes. ...~~~... In the penthouse, Adrian groaned, pulling the pillow in his arms to him. “You smell nice and soft, Simona,” he whispered, but his eyes shot open at the realization he was holding a pillow.

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…”