Rdr2 Anastasia Novels & Stories

Anastasia sat up, her gaze landed on the tall fruit tree and she briskly climb it up before plucking out some dry dates and jumping down again. "Still... I suggest we go back." There was pleading in Anne's voice, causing Anastasia to roll her eyes. "Anne, I don't know if you understand or not, but I. AM. NOT. GOING. BACK," Anastasia resists the urge to yell. "See..." Anne was about to say something when her tone suddenly changed. "I can smell some scents..." She whispered vigilantly. "And they are not the from the pack." Taking a bite of the date in her hand, Anastasia licked the juice on her lips and shook her head. "No worries, they can't do anything to us."

"I promise you, I’ll do everything in my power to make this right, Anastasia. I love Greater too. I’ll prove it." Anastasia’s expression softened for a moment but quickly hardened again. "It’s too late for promises, Timothy. I’ll believe it when I see it." With that, the officers led them out, and Anastasia watched in silence, her heart heavy yet resolute. She knew Greater’s safety came first, and she was willing to do whatever it took to protect her daughter, even if it meant confronting the ones she had once trusted. ****** We’ve been driving all afternoon. I drift in and out of sleep, only to wake up and find Agu still sitting firmly in the driver’s seat, wide awake and focused, without a

Basha said as he placed a kiss on her forehead. Anna ran out to the front of the house, where Dexter had already parked the grey Tesla and was leaning on it as he waited for her. "You're finally here," he commented as he opened the door for her. Then he went to the driver's side and got in as well. "Sorry, Dex," Anna said. "I'm sure you may have waited a while." Dexter grinned. "Sorry, but if you don't want me to be mad anymore, you'll need to give me some info."

Her bodyguard fixes his eyes on me and if looks could kill, I would have turned into ashes but two can play the game, so I shoot him one of mine. “I'm going to kill you.” He mouths before stepping into the car and driving her away. Do I follow her? I shake my head at the intrusive thought. If Anastasia wants space, she wants it. I've already locked her in. She should be a free bird tonight. With a sigh, I turn and make my way back into the house, trying to ignore my beating heart which I'd thought was dead. Anastasia is a thief. And she's not only a thief, but a worm too.

His veins popped as he spoke, and his eyes darkened, indicating his anger. “Oh, Jacob. No one would have believed me a year ago. Who would believe a poor and powerless girl? No one would.” Anna replied, and her eyes suddenly lit up. “But, I am no longer that poor and powerless girl, Jacob. I am now Anastasia Reyes, wife to the richest man in Australia. Who wouldn’t believe me now?” She laughed at the terrified look on Jacob’s face when he realized she was right. “Does this mean that Tristian knows?” He asked, and Anna shook her head.

He walked towards me and still, didn't take his eyes away from me. I couldn't help myself but to stare at his rounded brown eyes . " Are you trying to escape?" His deep voice echoed in the room. I feel the authority on how he speak. As if I am his territory. I couldn't move where I was standing and just bent down my head because I couldn't speak due of the shock and fear. "I already own you, Anastasia. And from now on, you're going to live here."

Chapter 10 Katrina's POV My child and I are at Alex's restaurant. As I was looking for a seat, I noticed Alex and James, but they were with a woman and two kids. We approached, but I froze when I saw that Anastasia was the woman with them—my true friend, whom I hurt because of my stepfather's orders. I deeply regret and mourn what I had done.

“I think you broke my arm! Oh, the pain!” I rolled my eyes, a laugh bubbling up in my chest. Then, the door to the training room opened. There stood a woman in training gear, her hair pulled up, and a fire in her eyes. She walked into the room like she owned the place. Anastasia. “And what exactly are you doing here?” Dylan asked, sitting up. Gerard and I followed suit. “It’s quite simple, really,” Anastasia said, her eyes locking on me. “I want to fight Rhea.”

11 ADRIAN My stomach lurched as I watched Anne sidle up to Annalisa, a sly smile playing on her lips. Annalisa, blissfully unaware, was engrossed in a conversation with Beatrice. A prickle of unease ran down my spine. There was something about Anne’s posture, the way she held the wine glass a little too close to her body, that set off my internal alarm bells.

"I can't protect my family if I'm worried about you walking into ancient magic that kills people with impure intentions. Your intentions are pure, Kara. But your shadow might not be. I can't risk it." Kara's jaw tightened, but she nodded. She understood. She did not like it, but she understood. "Come back to me," Kara whispered. "Always." They were almost ready to leave when Anastasia burst through the doors. The Siberian leader looked terrible. Her platinum hair was matted with blood, her ice-blue eyes wild with fear, her white furs torn and singed. She was holding her side where a deep wound still seeped red, and she was breathing in short, ragged gasps.