Fifty Shades Of Grey Anastasia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

"Thank you, Karla." Natalie and Luciano hovered supportively, diffusing with easy charm. "Eliot, Karla—join us at the VIP table." Natalie suggested brightly, steering them inside. A sleek black Rolls-Royce purred to a stop, its door opening to reveal Anastasia. She stepped out like a storm in human form, her emerald gown—deceptively similar to Natalie's—clinging scandalously low, slit high on one thigh to reveal a toned leg. Blonde waves cascaded artfully, red lips curved in a predatory smile, but her eyes blazed with hidden fury. She scanned the carpet, locking on Howard and Charlotte, jealousy twisting her features into a fleeting snarl before she schooled it into sultry poise.

he opened a door, light flooded in and I realised we were in a wardrobe, the soft things I had felt were clothes, he left the wardrobe, and I heard a gasp "Mali? What are you doing, you shouldn't be here" a girls voice was saying, but then she went quiet and I heard a moan, I gasped, no way am I listening to that, so I jumped out too, the girl screamed, Mali covered her mouth and he glared at me I just shrugged, I didn't need to explain I'm the queen. Once she stopped struggling he let go "Who is this?" She whispered "I'm Anastasia" I offered my hand but she was furious

She stopped beside my desk, close, close enough that no one else would hear, and she tilted her head and looked at me the way a cat looks at something small. "You poor thing," she said softly. "All this fuss." "Stay away from me." "I'm only being friendly." Her smile widened, and that was when I saw the teeth in it. "After all, we girls have to look out for each other. Especially the ones with secrets." She leaned in, her voice dropping to almost nothing, warm and sweet and deadly. "Tell me something, Anastasia." My blood went cold. "Does the boss know you're still married?”

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…”

“Don’t be stubborn.” Anastasia merely rolled her eyes, a gesture of profound dismissal. But before she turned to go, she glanced at me, flashing a quick, conspiratorial wink. I was stunned, caught in the crossfire of their exchange, my mind reeling. Then, with a swish of her silk robe, she was gone, leaving the door ajar, a silent witness to the charged atmosphere that remained.

I just wanted to be busy because my mind wandered off to Killian at any opportunity it got. The more the thought of him crept into my mind, the more haunted I was. "You can help me with the pastries," he replied. After five hours of incessant work, we were finally done. I rushed back to have a quick shower and in no time I was back at the main building. Anastasia was all dolled up. She was wearing a red backless mini leather dress that pushed up her boobs and barely covered her butt. While her shoe was a pair of black Chanel heels.

Kingsley. Dominic Garcia does not shake my hand, instead he raises my hand high enough to leave a warm kiss onto the back of my palm. I gasp softly at his gesture, “Anastasia.” His gruff and baritone voice calls my name, like he was tasting the sound of it against his sleep. “Uh, Anastasia Morgan.” I nervously tell him. If I wasn't watching his face for even the slightest change of his stoic looking expression. I would never have noticed the tiny frown that morphed his handsome face when I said my full name.

Folding her arms across her chest, eyes gauging Lloyd from top to bottom, Anastasia questioned in a tone that almost suggested that the parking spot had been reserved specially for her. “I don’t see any problem with parking here,” Lloyd replied, the teasing tone in his voice ever so present as he leaned against his car and equally seized Anastasia from top to bottom. White body-con gown paired with killer heels and her hair packed up in a ponytail exposing most of her neck. She was a piece of candy, one that had him smirking in a perverted manner at her. “Nice fit.”

Before Anastasia could say anything, Alden said from behind, "Miss William, you can come with me if you want." Anastasia shook her head and said, "I have a car." As soon as Anastasia finished speaking, a brand new car came and stopped in front of them. The driver got out of the car and opened the door for her. "Then can I come with you?" Rose asked her. Anastasia nodded, "Of course." Rose and Anastasia get in the back seat. "Mr. Grey sees you at the hotel", Rose looked at Alden and said. Alden didn't say anything, he just nodded his head and looked at Anastasia with a helpless look. The closer he tried to get, the further Anastasia pushed him away.