Night Of Destiny Novel Anastasia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Anastasia, that useless thing had to be stopped now or never. She might have survived all my tactics to humiliate her—Mauve, Celeste and Thalia and my attempt to frame her as the husband snatching slut she was—but she wasn't going to survive what came next. Literally. I refuse it. Tonight wasn’t over. Not for her. I smiled then, slow and deliberate and slowly, my earlier excitement began to return. I was ready and set. It was time to end Anastasia Bloodhound's pathetic existence.

Abbey's point of view. The cell was filled with noise as I struggled to wake up, the banging of the iron gate mingling with animalistic growls. The last time I heard such commotion was when our pack was raided. "What's going on?" Charity asked as she rubbed her eyes, trying to wake up. "It's Ejection Day, Alpha,Charity," Titi, the girl in the cell next to ours, informed Charity. She was from the same pack as Charity but held the rank of an omega.

The darkness of night sets in. Last night was torture as she ran circles through my mind as I sought the comfort of my bed. Never has one woman consumed my dreams in total ecstasy yet bringing me pain at the very same time. I could almost feel her delicate fingers running down my sculpted chest. She laid spread over my body in nothing but red lace, but yet all there was is an empty space that is only meant for her. Anastasia Santi has been my undoing in more than one way.

“That a vampire—half-breed or not—should not be around our son.” She smiled faintly, the way one smiled at a memory that used to be sweet. “And you listened. You saw reason. You sent her back to Nochten.” Alexander could see it. He was haunted by it. That horrible and hard wintery day.The courtyard white with old snow. The air so cold it burned. Anastasia clinging to her nanny like she might fuse herself there, small fingers locked tight in wool. She’d looked up at him from below, silver hair caught in the wind, tears bright on her cheeks as she cried out—for him. For rescue. For an answer.

"Wherever this is coming from, Mr. Strauss, it didn't start here. It started there. With her." I sat back slowly. The roses with no card. The note on her desk. A figure on security footage at 2:47 in the morning, standing over her desk like they had all the time in the world. And now a burner phone bought with cash in the one city Anastasia had run three hundred miles to escape. Someone isn't just stalking her. They are stalking me too. And they came out of her old life to do it. I made her a promise in this office once. “You hear everything I find. The same night.”

Current day... Dmitri woke from his nightmare still able to smell the light musky scent of Anastasia's skin. His wildly beating heart and sweat-covered flesh had him whipping back the thin sheet and rising from his bed. Many years ago, he'd made a tentative peace with Cheri, but at times like this, he wanted to wrap his fingers around her throat and rip her head from her body. She'd changed, he'd changed, but thoughts of Anastasia always brought his violent side to the forefront. He paced across the floor trying to control his bloodlust. He could feel tentacles of the crimson tide pressing against his consciousness.

And right now, I felt as if I were sitting in a fragile swing, suspended over a void. Would we succeed? Tomorrow? And after that. What then? I stood by the window of the main cabin, staring at the endless darkness of the sea. Tomorrow morning, the sun would rise carrying the most dangerous scenario we had ever devised. I, Anastasia Lancroft, would drag Alexei—the legend, the prime target—before the Nightshade council. Not as a lover, but as a captive. A deadly performance where even the slightest mistake could mean death for both of us.

I won't force her to do anything. Night fell and Anastasia did not come out of her room and she was sitting on the bed staring at the void in front of her with a slash to hear the sound of the door opening and Levi entered to look at him excitedly, but when he saw her, he turned his eyes away to continue his way inside and noticed that she sighed sadly

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.

" Yes, she is your mate. But I don't know where or what family she belongs. I'm just worried to you , to us. What if their pack attack us because you kidnapped her." I can't understand what they are saying. Whose being kidnapped? What is that mate about? The pack? " But mom, Anastasia is my mate . It doesn't matter what family she has. She belongs only to me." I immediately got up when I heard my name. I looked around, the interior designs were different, the cabinet was different, the window was different, and the paint color was different. Everything was unfamiliar to me because it is not my room. I tried to think about what was going on. How I got to this place? Who's that people outside?