I Was Anastasia A Novel Novels & Stories

Even though she had never seen one before, her intellect informed her that the notepad was meant for writing. "Take a look at this." Anastasia sketched a castle. "This is Ice Demon City, a secluded place far from civilization. The closest city is over 8 hours away. I don't find anything remarkable about Ice Demon City, but..." I gazed at Anastasia's captivating face as she spoke; she was undeniably beautiful. It's not exactly a rare occurrence to catch feelings for someone you've been physically intimate with, you know? I couldn't help but shake my head, a mischievous grin playing on my lips. "But?" I prodded, eager for the juicy details.

"You're being paranoid. Anna Brooks is not Anastasia Campbell. Anastasia died seven years ago. This is just a bizarre coincidence." But even as I say it, I'm remembering things. The way Anna looked at me during lunch— there was something in her eyes. Not just confidence, but something deeper. Something personal. The way she spoke about innovation versus incremental improvement— Anastasia used to talk exactly like that when she was building the AI for my company. The way she smiled at Alexander— there was a hardness behind it that reminded me of how Anastasia looked at me near the end of our marriage. Before I destroyed her.

"After I finished your book–the Book of Murder, it became my favorite novel in an instant because I really like Detective Alice Potter. I admire her character so much. And then it happens so fast and the next thing I knew, I was already here." "That's it? What did you do to be transfered here?" Alistair asked, noticing that she didn't tell him the details that made her transfered inside the book. Her story is incomplete. Anastasia just shake her head at him. She decided to not include the accident part because it will confuse the prince even more.

The sky turned to a deep iron grey as the winds picked up blowing around the Pack House wildly, Anastasia sat watching her toddler son playing with his toys a soft smile playing on her lips as she nursed her tiny daughter. The new baby had been born almost a month prematurely but after a few worrying days in the hospital, she had rallied and was now thriving, placing her in her crib where the Pack members would watch over her pulled on her warm coat and boots and headed outside for some fresh air. She had been cooped up inside all day and strode out now determined to blow away the cobwebs her two guards hot on her heels. As soon as she was out of sight of the Pack House the guards pounced us

That's demented. I need some. Preferably hers. "I'm ready now," Anastasia says, coming out to the living room looking like a dream. She looks so perfect, it's making me act weird. She just stares at me for a couple of seconds as if she’s expecting something. I don’t move a single atom of my body, "Why are you being weird?" "I don't know what you’re talking about, I'm completely fine," I quickly respond, then I turn around and stop looking at her again . I head for Mishi in her palace to scratch under her face one last time, "I'll be back soon, girl."

“If she’s been acting like a sweet, caring woman to you, I’m afraid it’s an act to get what she wants. That’s what Anastasia is all about. She’s selfish and callous.” I feel Aisla brush against my shoulder as she steps forward. “It’s true. She has always just… been this way.” Anastasia glares at me and Aisla with horror in her eyes. She opens her mouth, but for the first time in her life, she says nothing. She can’t exactly argue with the truth, and I think she knows it, though I can see the wheels spinning as she tries to come up with yet another lie.

not roughly, but deliberately. “You’re standing on a very thin line,” Anastasia said. “One step to the wrong side, and everything you’re clinging to collapses. Your lover. Your girlfriend. Your safety.” I sobbed openly now, humiliation and fear burning together. “And the worst part?” she added softly. “You’ll deserve it. Because you knew. Somewhere inside, you always knew this was wrong.” She straightened, smoothing her clothes, composure perfectly restored. “So be careful, Iris,” she said. “Be quiet. Be grateful. And remember,every secret has an expiration date.”

a girl beckoned as she held him by the arm and kissed him passionately. "Yes indeed..." He moaned and licked his lips. "Sir'e the rooms are ready" a skeleton dressed as a waitress called from the stairs. She was shivering with fear also, as the troops marched towards the stairs. Anastasia wrapped her head with a towel. It was wet. She placed her phone on a template, she was back to her daily update on the internet of using someone's profile as hers. She glanced at her followers it was now a million. She chuckled at her mischievous act.

Fuck, I should own that pussy from now on, from the way it accepted me and responded to my fucking touch. I had never seen a girl that wet right in my hands; she’s full of life and sweetness. I couldn’t keep my dick calm as I went wild in my imagination while I fingered her. Coupled with the fact that her beige eyes captured all my attention, she’s beautiful as hell. Anastasia has the kind of beauty of a princess who has been living in the castle since she was born and living a luxurious kind of life, but her story says otherwise. Although she doesn’t look like she came from an orphanage home, she looks royal and noble.

Chapter 28 Anastasia woke up feeling refreshed and calm. She couldn't even remember having a nightmare the previous night so she felt happy indeed. Jessica and Estella were already in her room cleaning as usual. “Good morning,” Anastasia practically sang this to Jessica and Estella who then looked at her so surprised wondering what was going on with her but smiled all the same because Anastasia’s smile was indeed contagious. “Good morning Miss Anastasia,” Estella said to Anastasia. “Good morning Miss Anastasia,” Jessica also said to Anastasia.