Rdr2 Anastasia Novels & Stories

Through the towering doors, the visitors entered. First came from the East. The procession was a flash of crimson and steel with the scent of spice and something sharp riding on their cloaks. At the center of them, she walked, Anastasia, daughter of Alpha Darwin. Even from where I stood, her presence was like a blade drawn from a sheath. Her crimson gown shimmered as she moved, each step deliberate, her chin high as if she already owned the room. Carla shifted beside me, murmuring softly, "She looks like she's here to fight a war, not make an alliance."

She walked to the curtain and closed it. She went to the bathroom and she felt so weird. She holds on to the sink and starts vomiting. She was still dizzy when she washed her mouth but she exhaled and looked at the mirror. She then held her stomach and thought about her period. "Darling, you okay?" He asked and she looked at him. Both of them looked at each other. *** Anastasia dresses up in black as she puts on red lipstick and a headdress that has a net to cover her face. Ferdinand escorts her to EPUA as two bodyguards tailed them. It will be the first day to torture them.

' Richard shook his head, shifting his sight to the curtain-down window. "Your hands seem rough, giving me no reason to doubt your statements," Anastasia murmured as she leaned back in the chair and brushed a strand of hair off her forehead. She continued again with lost eyes as if she was contemplating a matter deeply, "I once caused someone to bleed horribly—I smashed his head, but fortunately he survived,” at the end of her words her eyes became gloomy. Anastasia talked about Jerry. She still had vivid memories of the night. “Is the intended impression being sent to me that you cannot be intimidated?” With wide amused eyes, Richard questioned with curiosity, thinking that she had undoubte

Anastasia stood tall, her eyes locked on Elizabeth, her heart racing and beating against her chest with furious anger. "What do you want, Elizabeth?" Anastasia asked, her voice firm. Elizabeth smiled, a cold, calculated smile. "Oh, we're just here to make sure you're adjusting to your new life... Ana." The way Elizabeth emphasized her name sent a shiver down Anastasia's spine. She knew she had to be careful, they wouldn't blink twice before they hurt her. She had to keep her head low till she found an escape out of the mess she found herself. "Adjusting just fine, thanks for asking," Anastasia replied, her eyes never leaving Elizabeth's face.

Selena proposed and Anastasia nodded at her thankfully and soon Anastasia ran toward Darius. "Mr Henderson? Mr Henderson, please stop! You are going to kill him, Mr Henderson, please stop!" Anastasia shouted at him while slowly and carefully nearing him. She kneeled down carefully and put her hand ever so softly on his shoulder. "Mr Henderson?" She called but she wasn't expecting the reaction she got from him.

She tilted her head and threw a serious look at him who was still giving him a suspicious smile with an intuition of upcoming danger. "Well, I do..." He removed the shade and made direct eye contact with her green hues. Her breathing hitched for a second but she just ignored every single thing before uttering her identity. "Irene..... Irene Petrova....." Turning her head she walked out of the place not noticing the man mumbling something under his breath. "Russian.....I see....." He rolled up his sleeves and a strange smile appeared on his face. His driver arrived and started the engine. When he almost left the sight of her, his assistant cleared his throat to catch his attention.

He stepped aside and simply let out a short order toward the gloom of the hallway. "Ahead," the man said. Immediately, a female figure crossed the threshold of the isolation section. She wore a red cashmere coat and maintained a posture of absolute corporate royalty. Upon focusing on her face under the dying light of the dungeon, my jaw tightened completely. "Anastasia?!" I asked. "What the fuck are you doing in this dumpsite?!". Anastasia advanced with total slowness a couple of paces until stopping a hand-span from the bars, crossing her arms while looking at me with an expression of pure pity and superiority.

Anana tilted her head slightly. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity. "How was your first day at school?" Anastasia froze… like completely. The brightness on her face vanished. Anana immediately noticed… Of course she did. She always noticed. Then Anastasia drew in a very long dramatic breath. The kind of breath someone took before recounting a disaster or surviving a war. "...Anastasia." Anastasia's shoulders slumped. Then she finally released the breath in one long exhale. "Well..."

Anastasia said, smiling her annoying smile. "No," I said, holding my chin up. "She's never afraid of anything." Anastasia looked at me for a moment then before I could say anything, she rushed over and gracefully swung herself onto the saddle behind me. Stardust hissed at the unexpected extra weight and stomped her strong hooves on the ground but settled down again. I was too stunned to speak. Anastasia wrapped my arms around my waist and leaned over my shoulder. Her breath brought out a shivering chill in my body.

She said and signalled her to run already when she spotted another bunch of men running towards them. Anastasia sighs before reloading her pistols. Ladies and gentlemen, once again, being an agent is a pain in the ass, really. . Anastasia sprint towards the underground level 5. Shockingly, she's still alive and kicking after all of those encounter. When she arrive at the scene, she gasps when she saw Stella on one of the scientist arm, a knife is pointed at her neck. Everyone on their team is pointing a gun at him but cant do anything because he held Stella captive.