I Was Anastasia A Novel Novels & Stories

The faint clink of the glass, the rush of the faucet—it all became a lifeline. But no amount of noise could drown out the pounding in my chest. Because inside, one truth pulsed like a bruise: He was slipping back into their lives. And I didn’t know if I was strong enough to stop it. The rest of breakfast unfolded in pieces, a mosaic of uneasy fragments. Anastasia chatted endlessly—about her doll, about her friend Millie’s new puppy, about how she wanted her pancakes to look like butterflies next time. Her voice was bright and innocent, the way only a child untouched by betrayal could be.

Selena said with small smile. Darius, Noah and Diana were shocked would be an understatement. They were more than shocked after hearing that. Selena and Serena was connected with Anastasia more than them. That's so unbelievable! "Anastasia was a little bundle of happiness who ran here and there without any break, without any tiredness. She had also lost her parents in a tragic accident but she didn't let that stop her. That little girl knew how to live more that any of us. She became our friends and everyone's apple of eyes in a few days. Every one in the orphanage loved her but she always used stay with us only. Starting from playing to sleeping, we used to do everything together." She said

The girl on the couch looked stunned at my sudden change of mood. "Your Highness..." her soft voice was hurt and confused. "What did I do wrong?" "No! Lyra, it's not you," I said. My eyes looked everywhere but at the staring girl beside me. "Then it's that huntress, isn't it?" Lyra asked the question that I didn't expect. My face turned to her in amazement. "What made you think that?" Lyra got up and redid her clothes as well. "You are Anastasia Romanov, the imperial princess," she said. "You never bother to restrain yourself from anyone. Whatever you desire, it shows so clearly to whoever cares to notice you. I knew what you did earlier."

Anastasia's POV I stormed out of the office, my hands trembling and my heart pounding with anger and hurt. Tears blurred my vision, but I fought to keep them back. Stephanie's words echoed in my mind, a relentless reminder of Antonio’s betrayal. We had been the envy of everyone, an ideal couple, or so I thought. Now it felt like everything had been a cruel joke. Why hadn't I seen the truth sooner? Antonio's deception cut deeper than I could have imagined.

Kelly, who is still gawking and now Alexander who seems to think this is all too funny, because the moment I open my mouth, he stifles a laugh as he watches my every move arrogantly. Glancing between Kelly and Alexander, I say loudly as I challenge him, “As if it is any of your business, I am Anastasia Smith and I don’t like assholes.” Laughing again, this time he glares down at me and states begrudgingly through his teeth, “Well, then. I guess that we won’t have too much of a problem as long as you aren’t a bitch about it.” Hearing Kelly say slowly, “Woah.” I feel her hand on my arm, pulling me back away from him.

, I said to her. "You are the only guy I have been having sex with and you are the last person I slept with so if there is a way that you can explain how I am pregnant I would like to know it", she said as she sat on my lap am so flinched. "How can you be pregnant what games are you playing, you don't even look pregnant to me. I don't know what the fuck you want but just say it and don't come here with this stupidity", I said trying to push her off my lap and the door flung open and entered Anastasia.

Dear Wise Grandma, My name is Princess Anatonia of Astora, daughter of King Albus and Queen Amera. I snuck out of the castle last night at 12 hoping to come here to a land different than my own. While we were on the ship Raven(one of the maids I brought with me) said she knew why maybe my parents wanted me not to go off the island, but to make sure she said we needed to visit you. On our way to your hut Raven, Bella(another maid I brought with me), Tony, and Leo(both knights in training) got captured by people we don’t know. Right now I am all alone sitting in tree writing to you. I found out I have this strange power to hear and respond to people's thoughts and make quill and parchment appe

We were on this ridiculously opulent cruise ship for Giovanni and Juliana’s engagement, a grand spectacle designed to announce to the world what I already knew: Giovanni was going to marry someone else. I continued to stare at Anastasia, who was already roaming around my room. She was inspecting every corner of my cruise ship cabin, a place I considered my sanctuary in this floating palace of forced pleasantries. Her bright eyes, so much like Giovanni’s but laced with a mischievous glint I rarely saw in him, darted from my stack of untouched books to the small, framed photo of a sunset I’d taken years ago. She was like a very elegant, very nosy hurricane.

Nothing about her behaves like someone who’s been taken and the more Ronan tries to understand the mystery behind his ghost hacker the more it becomes clear that this wasn’t a simple breach situation. It’s been a game all along, one she started long before he even knew her name and now that he finally has her within reach… He’s about to find out exactly what kind of war he’s stepped into! ANASTASIA VOLKOV’S P.O.V. THREE DAYS….. Three freaking days on a beautiful private island, although I wouldn’t know if it’s truly that beautiful since I haven’t exactly been given the grand tour. Three days on an island owned by a man who could either kill me or ruin me in a far more interesting way.

“A person who lived in the past.” **** As soon as they were seated in their private jet, Isabella gazed at Mateo eagerly and with surprise. “Tell me about this woman,” she asked. Mateo responded with a nod as he swiped the tablet in front of him. “Her name is Anastasia Petrova. She spent time serving customers in the Krasnaia Zvezda bar, which was located in Moscow’s Red Square district.” Isabella grew more interested as her eyes widened. “How did she relate to Luca?”