Ouat Anastasia Novels & Stories

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.

The dirt road must have narrowed because the rider fell back allowing the carriage to go first. When she looked back at Macilleus, she found him leaning to one side with his eyes closed. Feeling awkward, Anastasia tucked her knees and pulled her hands to her side. She slid to a corner and pulled her legs up to look outside, even though there wasn't much to see, she liked the fact that she was out of Vilinski and that every breath that she took had the taste of freedom. She hoped that they made it to Oraid as soon as possible. She remembered when she was just fourteen, how Iskra, her secret mentor at Vilinski was teaching her the art of swordfighting and had said

[WARNING: TRIGGER WARNING CONTENTS!] Rostam Clawmark and Greko Blazul: "!!!" "No way! No way! That is a lie!" Anastasia, who discarded her mate, stomped her broken foot repeatedly as she stripped any soft countenance, revealing her crazy personality to the thousands of beasts she had seduced throughout to march for her bidding. "This all a bad dream! You're a pathetic woman! You should be a cannon fodder, a human furnace for us—the chosen ones! I dreamed of your demise over and over again! Why is it different? Why?"

Smiling faintly, I reached out to take it. My hand had barely touched it when someone snatched it right out of my grasp. “I’ll take this,” a familiar voice said smoothly, filled with venom. I turned slightly, and there she was—Anastasia. She stood before me in a tight red dress and high heels, her lips curling into a mocking smile as she observed the shirt. “Mom, this will look good on James, right?” Anastasia said sweetly, turning to the elderly woman beside her. She didn’t even care that she’d just snatched it from my hand.

“Some things can’t wait, Mother.” The air crackles. They’re smiling, but it’s a duel. Every word a blade. Anastasia steps closer, diamonds flashing. “You always did have… peculiar taste,” she says, eyes raking over my dress, my bare back, my trembling fingers clutching Nicholas’s sleeve. “Tell me, darling,” she addresses me directly, voice honey over broken glass, “what exactly is it you do? Model? Influencer? Or are you one of those girls who just… spreads her legs for the right last name?”

Once the speech was out of the way we returned to our table where Anastasia was waiting. She stood as we approached and leaned over to press her lips against my cheek. I had to lower myself for her. Even in heels she was a solid foot shorter than me. The richness of her scent swirled encompassed me. Notes of roasted cacao and vanilla, sweet without being overbearing. Before pulling away I felt her breath tickle my ear. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends, darling?” My friends? Oh, right, my friends. I cleared my throat as I took a seat beside Anastasia. The woman was distracting as all hell. Again, it was just the attraction speaking.

Funny enough, Anastasia had already felt like home here in New York with Kayla here and another roomate soon to be met. After Kayla had showed her around the apartment, they came back to the living room with two cans of coke as the door suddenly opened and Anastasia looked that way. An average height girl with purple, pink and dark blue coloured hair with bangs. Three piercings on her ears with one more piercing done on her nose. Her eyes were a light blue with a dark rough leather jacket and a black turtleneck sweater underneath. Her jeans are tight and ripped with some killer shoes and what caught Anastasia's eyes were the big guitar case she strapped against her left shoulder. Her lips th

POV Anastasia “Wow, is that your skirt from middle school? Because damn, those buns are out today, baby.” I adjust the hem of my definitely-too-short plaid skirt and give Delilah my most innocent smile. “What? This old thing?” “Anastasia , I can practically see your entire ass.” “Can you? Whoops.” She narrows her eyes. “You’re up to something.” “I’m literally just getting dressed for school.” “In a skirt that’s two sizes too small and a top that’s barely holding your boobs in. Very casual Tuesday vibes.”

Elijah: “Thank you” Anastasia told the maid who took her coat from her. The maid walked toward the closet to hang it while Anastasia watched before she was guided in. She held her mug of coffee in her right hand while her phone was in her left. Her laptop bag was strapped on her shoulder. Her dark brown hair was tied in a messy bun over her head. She wore a black shirt and black pants, and I couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t have any makeup on.

Isn’t that the reason why Viscount excused himself and didn’t go back after because he already had a girlfriend and daughter? Her cheeks turned red. I don’t know her name yet but all I could see is shyness and shock on her face. “She’s very cute! We also have a baby here. Maybe they could play?” Slowly, she fixed her daughter’s hair and kisses her cheeks. “Wow. My baby will be having a playmate,” Anastasia is her name. Based on my observation, she’s kind and humble compared to other girls whom I happened to meet. The way she moves screams feminine. She’s not wearing any extravagant clothes but the way how she eats and sips on her tea screams elegance.