Zhenya Codename Anastasia Novels & Stories

Anastasia sighed and scowled. "I have nothing to say," the girl announced, swivelling back around in her chair. Always persistent, Jane walked around the table and dropped into the vacant seat, levelling a stern look at the younger woman. "But you are Anastasia Sitnikov, correct?" Anastasia rolled her eyes. "Christ, stop calling me that in public. Just Anya is fine." Jane jerked her head in a nod. "Okay then, Anya. I'm Detective Jane McKinley," she said, holding out her hand.

No one can hurt me. I allowed myself one small smile before closing the banking app and deleting it from my phone. Rule number seven: Never keep evidence. My phone buzzed with a new message. I opened the encrypted chat app, different from the one I’d just used and different from the one I’d use tomorrow, and felt my pulse quicken. My last message to my mark was, Anastasia: Got it. Thank you, Damien. You’re a lifesaver. My fingers hovered over the keyboard. Damien Romanov. My last mark. The name Anastasia Sokolova isn’t mine. Rule number two: No real names.

I said. Everyone turned. Valeria saw me first. Her eyes went wide with shock, then narrowed with fury. Selene's gaze was cold and sharp, slicing into me like a blade. Dr. Alden looked at me with curiosity, his spectacles glinting in the light. I stepped forward. My heart was pounding. My palms were sweating. But my voice was steady. "My name is Anastasia. I am Kassian's student. His only student." The whispers exploded around me.

Ashley's blood started boiling like hot water with anger, then Noah said like pouring oil on the fire, "Boss, if you want, we can take that kid's aunt as a model in our company." Hearing this, Ashley immediately took off her headphones and put them in her bag. She still didn’t know Anastasia's real identity, as whenever she saw Anastasia, she had a mask on her face. Even her man couldn't give her a clear picture of her. So, she had no idea that the girl she thought was a low-class, greedy bitch was actually a top model.

Without hesitation, I walk past Yvanna, my steps purposeful as I reach out to take Zachary into my arms. A rush of emotion ripples through me, overpowering my body pain. I press a gentle kiss to Zachary's forehead, my heart swelling with gratitude that he’s safe and sound. But even as I hold him close, another thought nags at the back of my mind, a name whispers like a ghost haunting my thoughts. "Anastasia," I murmur as I turn to Yvanna, my eyes searching hers for answers. "Where's Anastasia?" The peacefulness of the air splinters in an instant, it’s now charged with tension as Yvanna's soft gaze turns dark and cold. Her jaw clenches, and for a moment, she remains silent.

But if the Dark Child was the daughter of Estelel to Jilroid and she was her daughter to that means the Dark Child is her sister and Margarette was her aunt. “What do you want from me, Ánië?” She asked as memories of her past were brought back to her. “We only got one fragment of the Nromais.” “Don’t worry. I really don’t need them. Simple. I want the Hristoax that Estelel gave me.” “The Hristoax? But that’s mine!” “You stole it from me!” “Liar! You greedy woman!” She won’t hand the damn thing down. Ánië made three strides and was in front of her in a second; she curled her hands on her neck and choked her to death. “Give me the Hristoax.”

Break the rules and we kill you, why sugarcoat it? Before Hexton can get another word out, one of the competitors steps forward, frantically unzipping the back of her bodysuit and pulling her headpiece off revealing her face to a shocked crowd. She’s new to The Tournament and goes by the codename Azrael, named after the Angel of Death because that is exactly what she is. She prefers to give people painless deaths, allowing them to just go peacefully in their sleep. I feel perhaps Hexton invited her this year just to shake things up. The fact she gives people such painless deaths indicates an amount of compassion many of us don’t possess, which doesn’t make her suited for this type of thing a

I may not be able to take back what was done to her, but I could at least make those men pay. Took a little time, but I managed to find every single one and give them the deaths they so greatly deserved. The only one left was Zephyr. The one who started it all. His death will act as a warning to every man in this room, and maybe, just maybe, it will stop it from happening again. And if it doesn’t, then let them know I’ll be coming for them. They may all know me as Dasha Hatzis, daughter of Mihalis Hatzis; right-hand man of the of the most powerful mafia family in all of Greece. But to the rest of the world, I am known by my codename - Aconite; a lethal assassin who fears no man.

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?”

Lucifer looked around and then asked, "You're talking to me?" Helene rolled her eyes before sarcastically replying, "No. I'm talking to your soul. Now be quick with the given task." Lucifer looked at me before leaving, he wanted to make sure I'm comfortable with Helene. Maybe he's just worrying too much for someone who brought me here willingly. I nodded at him, indirectly asking him to keep his profile low and pretend to be my servant. I don't want Helene to find out my codename Anastasia or about my association with the Mafia world.