Rdr2 Anastasia Novels & Stories

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.”

And for the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel alone. She felt cherished. She felt seen. She felt his. ~~~~~ Anastasia stood at the edge of the resort’s private marina, her eyes locked on the distant guest house balcony. Her jaw tightened as she slid her phone back into her purse with controlled precision. “Are you sure you want to go through with this?” her assistant asked nervously, glancing around. “Just make sure the car is there on time,” Anastasia snapped, voice clipped and cold. “And make sure no one suspects a thing.”

She has black eyes and blonde braids. “I am so sorry to scare you like that mam.” “It’s okay. You are?” “I am Anastasia, Mrs. Rodrigues. But please call me Stasia. I am the housekeeper. It’s nice to meet you.” “Hi Ana, it’s nice to meet you too. And call me Aanya.” “You look beautiful, Mrs Rodri- I mean Aanya. I see you have explored the first floor, I will take you to the second one and show you your room so you can rest.”

The desk cracked beneath my palm as I slammed my hand down, power rippling outward before I could fully rein it in. “Is Iris okay?” I demanded. Thorne met my eyes without flinching. “She’s fine.” That did little to cool the fire in my blood. “Where,” I asked, voice low and lethal, “is Anastasia?” Thorne straightened. “In the pack cell.”

i needed the bitterness to clear the fog from my brain. The bathroom door finally opened, the sound of the lock clicking loudly in the quiet room. Anastasia walked out, she had already put her clothes back on. Her hair was damp from the shower, combed back away from her face. Her blouse was buttoned all the way to the top collar, hiding her collarbones completely. She was wearing her gray blazer, her posture stiff and professional once again. She looked like the Chief Executive Officer of the Black corporation, not the woman who had held onto my shoulders in the dark.

DENVER Drake doesn’t know Anastasia, and he wouldn’t be stupid enough to make this kind of bloody mistake if he knew. I just found out she is the intern student who is meant to be under me, and it’s as if the universe is coming to haunt me. It’s as if everything I was trying to avoid is coming after me, and I can’t escape it. Speaking of Anastasia, I think I made a bloody mistake pertaining to the very first time I was on the phone with her.

He doesn’t agree with Kael, and so Kael gives him cold shoulders while he busies himself with preparations for the Cup, law school, and a mysterious lady who smells absurdly good. As soon as they got to the reserved group discussion room, he was once again slapped in the face by her scent. He had to close his eyes and breathe in the heavenly scent, before keeping himself in check in case he looked weird in front of her. Kael found her sitting in the middle of the U-shaped table, typing on her keyboard before her eyes went to them—him. “Oh!” she quietly gasps and stands. “It’s a pleasure to meet you all. I am Divina Anastasia, but you can just call me Anna.”

I growled again. I bent down and cradled her in my arms. I could feel her heart racing, the flush that rose to her cheeks when she changed didn’t leave. I walked to where I knew the armory was. She pressed the code that opened the outer door. We made it to the door that led to the armory and did the retinal scan. “Welcome, Harlow Dunaway.” The security system called out. “What do you need?” “Just some stuff.” She looked around. “Set me down.”

I start to head out as well, making sure to lock my room behind me. “You’re name is Zarah, right?” I whirl around to see who is talking to me. To my surprise, it’s someone with a face I remember. “You’re that girl from the arena who helped me, aren’t you?” I could vaguely recall how skilled she was with the knife during the exam. She nods in delight, making me feel guilty that it is all that I remember of her. “Um…I’m sorry, but I don’t think that I know your name.” “It’s Anasthasia. Anasthasia Ylgarr.” She introduces herself. “Are you heading to the orientation? Do you mind if I join you?”

“Seeking solace I guess.” Anastasia nodded slowly. She turned the stool to face Ezra until her knees and Ezra's were touching. Anastasia wears a short black skirt above the knee, a black stocking wraps around her long legs together with black leather ankle boots. She wore a tank top and a warm purple fur jacket to wrap around her body. She's decent enough as a Hooker, thought Ezra. But Anastasia is aggressive. "Am I enough to cheer you up?" "How much do you charge per night?"