I Was Anastasia A Novel Novels & Stories

Anastasia After getting black out drunk with Knight and waking up on the floor of my closet cuddling an empty bottle of tequila I decided that my days of heinous partying, reckless drinking, and overall bad decision making had come to an end. “ANASTASIA! KNIGHT! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” Just kidding.

I could hear him give orders and they responded. As he directed, Eos, Erik and myself left for Anastasia's who received us with open arms. She was a lonely aristocrat who had passed a marriageable age but was living off well with a good reputation as well as a wisely expanded business. We stayed at her place as Emerald had told us to and for two days, nothing seemed to have happened, until the third day, when I woke up after a long nap in the afternoon but was unable to find the children. I made my way to Anastasia's room and knocked. "Anna." I called her by her nickname. The door was open so she could see me. Anna looked busy with the butler showing her some papers.

Chapter 18. Anastasia's POV. I woke up in a very strange environment, and I wondered how I got there. I tried to remember what happened last night, but I couldn't. Furthermore, I walked out of the bedroom with my short dress on, exposing my bare legs. "Where is this place?" I asked myself, looking around. I tried to figure out where I was, it looked so fucking familiar. It was then that I saw Tristan come out of a room. It was then that my eyes opened widely. How the hell did I get here? What am I doing here in the first place?

I muttered under my breath and started stomping my feet. It felt like I'd been waiting for long when in reality it had just been a minute—yes, I was keeping track of the time on my wristwatch. Anastasia then came out first, dressed in sweatpants and a sweater. She even had a cap on, which made her look like a man. “Let's get it over with,” she said and then walked toward the door. I followed behind and was going to close the door when Hudson held it back. “You can't—”

And that we needed to feed our bodies so we could climb back into bed and satiate our other hunger— for each other. The few times we had ventured outside the bedroom I had found Anastasia and Mila cuddled up together. Anastasia was a mafia kid, so she knew and understood more than she should for her age. But then sixteen wasn’t that young, considering she was already betrothed. I had seen her and Mila whispering about something, mostly it was Sia who would give me a narrow eyed glare and then say something snarky to Mila who’d just shake her head, or her face would turn red. I especially liked when her face turns red. She looked beautiful like that. It was the same when she came down from th

“Division first.” The room went quiet in that way rooms do when they’re keeping your confessions for later. My anger simmered slow, a better fuel than panic. I watched Anastasia secure the pile of old journals under her arm, the way you’d secure a bomb. I watched Elky run a finger along the edge of the desk, touching history like it might forgive him if he knew where the splinters were. “You were born for this,” Anastasia said to me. “Born,” I repeated, and heard made. And thought of poor Celeste. Close enough.

Mrs Salvador’s mouth opened like she might argue—but before she could throw her tantrum, the door opened again. And in she came. Anastasia. Strutting in like an overpriced peacock in designer heels, wearing a smile so sugary it could’ve given the chandeliers diabetes. Is this some kind of reunion for the rich peacocks? Did they plan this to sabotage us? “Gorgeous ladies,” she cooed. “So sorry I’m late.” Oh God. She was playing the sweet victim. Jace tensed. I stiffened. And the aunties?

They slid into the back seat, and the driver started the car. Victor opened his laptop, immediately engrossed in some work-related task, he had called for an emergency meeting because of some new development that sounded foreign to Anastasia. She was only versed in fashion business bot hotel works. On the other hand, Anastasia flipped through a catalog from the baby store she was planning to visit later. Her mind was only half on the glossy pages, though. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the call she had received just a few minutes ago with a smile on her face.

"I'm talking about serious stuff, who dares to disturb me? Anastacia, I was polite to you in the past because I wanted to give you some face, but don't really think that you're some impressive person. Do you think that because you endorse La Novela perfume, you can really compete with me? Clearly, Natalia had vaguely heard the news about Anna going against her in the class. However, Anna was really too lazy to play such games with Natalia or get into an argument with a stupid person like her, and suddenly grabbed Natalia’s shoulder, pulling her aside. Natalia could not even avoid it, and was pulled aside like a little chick, and could only watch as Anna walked out. Too arrogant! "Anastacia,

|| Isabella's POV || I was feeding Sophie in the nursery when my phone buzzed on the side table. A text message. From an unknown number. I almost ignored it, focused on getting Sophie to finish her bottle, but something made me reach for the phone with my free hand. The message contained a single photo with no caption. When I opened it, my breath caught in my throat. Anastasia. She was standing in what appeared to be an exclusive jewelry boutique, the kind of place with velvet-lined cases and private viewing rooms. Her smile was radiant, triumphant even, as she posed with one hand extended toward the camera.