Night Of Destiny Novel Anastasia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A splendid one night stand with a strange man was something that was never planned for Jesse. As soon as she woke up in the morning, she was totally naked, Jesse tapped her head a few times and remembered she was indeed with a young man who saved her from the gang of men who were chasing her but the man's face, she couldn't really spot his face clearly in her memories. She knew nothing about this young man....she had no idea where he was from, what his was or anything. Jesse shook her head helplessly, having a one night stand with a man was something she never planned for. To her surprise, she woke up and found a new set of clothes and a pack of roses with a small tag written, "your hero".

Ruining Denali to avenge Anastasia for her ruin after her mother and my bastard father. “Now,” TJ announces, disgustingly. “For the main event.” “Not yet.” Anastasia’s voice rings out, indicating that she and probably the two other thugs were already here, waiting. Fuck, this bitch was sick enough to actually want to sit here and watch TJ and his friends ruin Denali. But could I expect any less from someone who was willing to use their own child as a pawn? “Before that,” Anastasia continues, beginning to move. “We should get some pictures for her loving husband.”

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Salvador’s hospital sheets being too high-thread count to be legal…when the doors slammed open. “You bitch!” Anastasia Duncan. In designer boots, sunglasses pushed up into her perfectly curled hair, and eyes full of hellfire. Everyone went silent. I swear I felt Agnes stop breathing beside me. Jessie didn’t even flinch. Instead, she took a casual sip of her coffee and tilted her head. “Anastasia,” she said sweetly. “What a pleasant surprise.” Anastasia stormed closer, chest heaving, finger pointed like a dagger. “Don’t ‘Anastasia’ me! You were at the estate the night of the fire. I saw you. I know what you did. You fucking hurt my father!”

My hybrid kept jumping inside my chest like a hungry demon, forcing me to inhale the scent that her skin gave off. The girl walked toward the desk with a feline parsimony. She stopped two meters away from me, rested a hand with long and well-groomed nails on the wood, and sketched a smile that poured perversion. “Killian... You... are my mate,” she said with an almost inaudible softness. “I am Anastasia. Anastasia Volkov. I have come all the way from the north of the Council just to find you.” That goddamn voice vibrated directly in my chest, trying to calm Fenris's fury, but my wolf replied internally with a warning growl.

Anastasia stretched out her hand towards the left side of the nightstand for the water jug, but the table was empty. Sighing, she got up as she felt her throat burning. She was thirsty. Anastasia got up from the bed and walked towards the door. It wasn’t locked. She forgot to lock the door. She walked out of the room she walked towards the kitchen. She was feeling really tired. It was as if those nightmares sucked up her all energy. As soon as she got there, she pulled out a glass from the cupboard and poured water from the jug. She gulped it down in one go and instantly felt relaxed.

My tone came out bitter than I had intended. "Does he treat you well?" she was clearly ignoring my question. "At least, he respects me," I retorted. "And I can't deny what's between him and me." For a moment, I wished I hadn't said that. I could feel Anastasia's body stiffened against mine. We were alone and far from anyone. She could have done all harms to me, and I wouldn't be able to take her down even with all my years of training. Anastasia Romanov wasn't a normal vampire. I had witnessed her strength and ability to attack our hunters. A fraction of my mind had been constantly warning me of this fierce princess.

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

There were numerous pictures of Anastasia and me along with a few of Helena. I slammed my fist into the table in anger. “Bloody hell!” the bastard had pictures from the terrace where we were playing golf. How did he/she reach there? I took my phone out and dialed the number, I didn’t care that it was past midnight when my family is in danger. “James get me the details of the men I had to put to follow behind Anastasia.” “Now sir?” I growled. “NOW!” “Sorry sir. I will sent it right away.” He hung up while I checked the other pictures. Most of them were of Anastasia. There was even one of her room when she was asleep. If I get that scumbag in my hands, he is dead.

His touch is possessive, firm. "I’m going to the estate in the mountains tonight," he says, his tone dropping, becoming intimate and terrifying. "It’s far away from here. Quiet. Private." He pauses, his gaze raking over my body, stripping me bare without removing a single piece of clothing. "And I’ve decided I want you to be the one to keep me company." My mouth goes dry. "I... I don't..." "You don't have a choice, Anastasia," he cuts me off, a smirk playing on his lips. "You owe me a debt. And I intend to collect."