Novel & Cerita Anastasia Marie Novel

“Some things can’t wait, Mother.” The air crackles. They’re smiling, but it’s a duel. Every word a blade. Anastasia steps closer, diamonds flashing. “You always did have… peculiar taste,” she says, eyes raking over my dress, my bare back, my trembling fingers clutching Nicholas’s sleeve. “Tell me, darling,” she addresses me directly, voice honey over broken glass, “what exactly is it you do? Model? Influencer? Or are you one of those girls who just… spreads her legs for the right last name?”

Papa will soon be prosecuted for all the crimes he had done in his lifetime. Kameron probably didn’t want her anymore, since their marriage was incomplete. Silvano was her only way out of here. She hoped he would come and free her. If he still loved her. “You smell like periods.” It was then Anastasia realized she wasn’t alone. A brunette prostitute, who was past her prime, hunched in the corner on the bench, covering her knees around her arms. She wrinkled her nose at Anastasia. Anastasia had a queer urge to sniff herself. God, she smelled terrible. She hadn’t had a change of clothing for an entire day and a half, nor did she brush her teeth. Still, in her blood-stained wedding dress, she o

he murmured softly, too softly for Anastasia to hear. *** In her room, Anastasia threw herself onto the bed. Her mind was racing over her conversation with Maximilian. "Why is everything so complicated?" she thought. She hadn't realized that it could be so hard to want more out of this contract marriage. She curled up under the covers, closed her eyes, and wished she could forget the uncomfortable feeling that filled her chest. But the memories of Maximilian's warm kisses continued to haunt her. Was it all just part of their arrangement, or were there other, deeper feelings? She didn't know the answer.

Anastasia turns around lay on my bed, looking at me with tears in her eyes, and asked me why was I so rough this morning and I told her she should admit that she enjoyed it as much as I did and that she shouldn’t dare to ever confront me, otherwise, I might show her what rough means. She didn’t dare to answer back, instead; she tried hugging me and I tossed her back on the bed and jumped on top of her, and started kissing her breast, slowly licking her nipples, then I went down kissed her delicious pussy and finally allowed her to kiss my pussy as well, which she has never touched until now. This is enough for this morning! I said… And Anastasia left my bedroom. Something inside me changed l

Sliding into a booth, I nursed a strong cup of coffee, the bitter brew jumpstarting my foggy brain. The first rays of dawn were just peeking over the horizon as I returned to the hospital. Entering Anastasia's room, I froze in surprise. There, perched on a chair beside the bed, sat a woman I recognized all too well – Anastasia's stepmother, Marianne. She was a woman of striking beauty. But something in her makes me feel intimidated and that was new to my vocabulary. I seldom got intimidated. Anastasia was the one person who could truly get under this woman’s skin.

Anastasia It was maddening. Something about the rattling sound inside her veins, the intoxicating smell of her skin, I couldn't stand one minute without wishing to taste her warm blood. And that's what I hated about myself. My predator instinct was unforgiving. Who was this girl?—an innocent human with a deadly charm? I held my breath the whole time I was near her. All details of her features stuck in my mind. Those big brown eyes that stared back at me. Her pale lips pressed together to hide the pain. A mass of dark brown lock whirled around her slender body. Of course, she wasn't perfect like most of us, but I couldn't shake the urge to make her mine. Yet I knew she would never be. Her wri

" She said before transferring to her own bed. "...but are you sure you want to hear them?" She asked. "Yeah." Anastasia nodded. "Okay. Ready your tears then..." . Book: The Most Wanted Person Settings: Way back since 1894 Author: Napoleon Legend: Mary West (Madame Leticia's real name) Mary opened her eyes in a dark room. She cant see anything. She tried adjusting her sight. What happened? She was in the bus, reading a book. And then her head started aching and then...and then...

She was terrified of the entanglement, terrified that being saved by me was just another form of being owned. "I asked you a question, Rie," I prompted, my voice dangerously soft. "Stop calling me that!" she screamed into the receiver, the sound raw and desperate. "My name is Marie. I am not your girl, I am not your Luna, and I am not your fiancée. I will never be those things again, Astance. Never." The words hit me with more force than any Alpha’s blow ever could. They tore through the armour, through the scars, straight into the hollow space where I still kept the memory of our ring.

Anastasia, that useless thing had to be stopped now or never. She might have survived all my tactics to humiliate her—Mauve, Celeste and Thalia and my attempt to frame her as the husband snatching slut she was—but she wasn't going to survive what came next. Literally. I refuse it. Tonight wasn’t over. Not for her. I smiled then, slow and deliberate and slowly, my earlier excitement began to return. I was ready and set. It was time to end Anastasia Bloodhound's pathetic existence.