Zhenya Codename Anastasia Novels & Stories

Anastasia’s Pov. I remember that night clearly like it was just yesterday. A week ago wasn't that far, but it was still as clear as yesterday The night that acted as the starting gear to this whole nonsense. "Did you also have an idea of who I was before starting the bet?” Stone nodded and I felt my stomach ache. For clarification I asked, "What exactly did you know?” "That you work for the Anti Mafia organisation, Anastasia Mikhailova, Organisation name, Tequila, which is a lovely pick by the way, and you are specially in charge of handling the ISG."

Killian growled. "You think I don't? Oh, you are wrong, I know exactly, the kind of person, she is..." Lennox smirked. "That's enough, alpha..." I heard Zephyr's voice, he was just walking into the dining room, my eyes shifted to him before they darted to Killian, I could see his body was almost off the chair, hearing Zephyr's words, he leaned back into the chair. "Anastasia is my mate, my soon-to-be Luna, so I expect you to treat her, like your Luna and your goddess because you wouldn't like me, if the revised is the case, only the goddess will help me if you..."

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

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.”

"Right, it's my room. Who do you think dares to bring a stranger into the alpha's room and even summon the best healers of the pack?" "Only the alpha!" Maya said. "But why did you lie to me?" Maya questioned. "I didn't. I was just teasing you." Ashton said like it was only normal to tease a beautiful girl. "Do you don't have a mate?" Maya asked. The more she thought about it, the more she felt like something was not right. How old was Ashton? He seemed to be in his late twenties and he was telling her that he didn't have a mate. He was an alpha, a very powerful alpha.

Some of the models also had become close to her in that short period of time. She heavy-heartedly bade them all goodbye and promised them that she would come again if she had a chance. Then, Jacob escorted her to the top floor and when they reached Level 70, he gestured his hand to invite Ashley out of the VIP elevator. Apparently, that level was a restricted area and only those invited or ordered can be present there. Ashton was very sensitive regarding his privacy, so that level was only for him. Even his secretaries were placed under that floor which was Level 69.

“Pay no attention to her; she just wants to chase clout to fit in with the popular crowd, nothing else.” “But that is clearly not happening," a voice said behind them as they turned to see who that was. “ I’m sorry for startling you. I’m Tia, Tia Williams," the pretty girl introduced. ~ ~ ~ “ You lost that right, Zac; the fact that I’ve been patient enough to listen to your crap doesn’t give you the effort to talk down on me,” Aly added, cutting him off. She had gone to the shop to grab some snacks for herself when she bumped into Zac.

It looks heavy. "Hey, you're here," the woman who just opened the door says, but I freeze in confusion. Because, who the fuck is that? I look down at my phone again, just to make sure I'm in the right place. I must be, since the gates opened with the code Anastasia gave me, "Bram?" I look up again. This is Anastasia. Or someone who looks kind of like her, but cannot possibly be the same girl I’ve personally casted as the female version of Frodo Baggins.

Deep in that little cum canal that is her tight virgin hole. I cannot believe this is her first time giving head. I really can’t. If I didn’t trust this girl so implicitly, I would be absolutely sure she was lying to me. But I do trust Anastasia. I trust her with my life, and I’ve only just started to spend any real time with her. Anastasia Jackson. That name’s got a wonderful ring to it.

"Welcome to our home, Young Master," Anastasia greeted, welcoming Lexus's arrival. They stood at the entrance of the Shevchenko family mansion. Anastasia stood flanked by her two children, besides Sergei. On the right side of Anastasia is a 23-year-old girl. She is Lyudmila Shevchenko, who works as a ballerina in the Bolshoi Theater. On the left side of Anastasia is a handsome 19-year-old man, Alexei Shevchenko, who works as a male catwalk model.