Zhenya Codename Anastasia Novels & Stories

"You refused the trap. You came anyway." Lena couldn't speak. Her throat had closed. Her lungs had forgotten how to work. "Why?" Lena managed. Her voice came out broken. "Why fifteen years? Why didn't you come back?" Anastasia came around the counter. She moved slowly, giving Lena time to run or scream or do anything except stand frozen. "Because I was becoming what Victoria wanted me to become," she said. "I was losing myself in the violence. I was becoming a weapon instead of a woman. And you deserved better than a mother made of blood and rage."

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.

Rara continued. "You...what did you say?!" the woman's laugh stopped. "I said you were seeking death! Ashley, you're still young but your ears are not functioning anymore. What a pity!" "You..!" Ashley Nestor's face twisted in anger. (Ashley Nestor was Xavier's assistant also labeled as a goddess for her beauty before. Not sure if I had set her name before. Please tell me if I did.) "You damned woman! Go and die!" following her words, Ashley's hand went to her waist where she kept her daggers.

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

I'd be a liar if I say I've not been tempted to leave this shit of life behind, but except for my mom's investigation, a certain girl is holding me back. A certain fierce black hair girl with hazel eyes. Ashanti. I've never met a woman who is intriguing as her, she's different and a badass. There's just something about a woman that can handle her own that is so fucking beautiful. If I had my choice, I'd bend her over and eat her out, get on my knees and worship her cunt like the beauty she is. “We've got something information concerning the burnt warehouse” I spun around at the sound of my most trusted man's voice.

she said as she walked up to the armchair in the middle of the room and slumped into it, puffing out a deep sigh, bearing the wariness of a thousand years. Hannah watched her with slightly dilated orbs. Of course! The message. Initially, she had thought the message was from Amber but obviously, Amber as the leader of the group couldn't be bothered with such trivialities. This leaves a wide gap for the most aggressive in the group... Anastasia! Why didn't she think about that? Anastasia is a little chubby with fat cheeks and a slightly puffed neck.on hearing the name "Anastasia", one would think that she is a cute, timid girl with the most radiant smile but alas! The person is in for a huge s

After opening all the plates, she stood up. Martin swallowed as she walked seductively to the door. She locked it and walked to his table. She sat on it and opened her legs widely. Martin's breath hitched as he stared as her bare vagina. It was shaved clean, just the way he loved it. He managed to rest his back on the sofa. He was suddenly not hungry for food anymore. The woman unbuttoned her shirt completely. Afterwards, she dipped her index and middle fingers into her mouth while maintaining direct eye contact with her boss. She was his personal chef and also his sex toy.

“Eat properly.” Everyone watched as he took a bite from the same fork he had just used to feed her. Damien had always been particular about sharing his food, but here he was, breaking his own rules. Madam Callahan turned to Anastasia, curiosity in her eyes. “Anastasia… what do you do?” “I’m a designer,” Anastasia replied. “Like your sister?” Madam Callahan asked. Anastasia politely corrected her, “Like my mother. And, madam, you are mistaken. I’m an only child, I have no siblings.”

The inside of the plane wasn't so big. "Just checking things," she said. "Who knows, I might have to use one of these during the war." "No, you're not going to war," I said firmly. "I won't let you risk your life in the battle ever again." She frowned at me. "Anastasia, you know I will fight alongside my brothers and sisters, don't you?" she said. "I'm the Beta of the Hunters." "But you're also mine," I said. "I asked my sister to take the Cossacks so that you could remain safe here in the city with me."

Erys nodded, as if he was agreeing to something he was thinking. "Okay, so espionage is suspected among Zeus' side. We know who, but he doesn't. So Astrania is going to start using a code for where to go. Naturally which compass direction is going to be the initials of the direction. And the location on the map will be a number. Gates are one, abyss is two, meadows are three, mountains are four. So, E-Four is East mountains. Is everyone clear on the coding?" She drew a diagram and passed it around to be studied. "I also told her to wait a few minutes before telling me where to go, so that it looks like an actual fight. Damien, let's get you properly equipped." "Sweet!" Damien followed his mo