Woodchoppers Secret

SaraAAuthor Romance

He held a heavy bag as he drops it onto the kitchen counter, an Axe. My eyes widen as he looks up, scanning the area. He holds onto the Axe, slowly walking out of the kitchen counter, I rest my body against the pillar before a loud bang against my head alerts me as a small scream leaves my mouth. Immediately I feel my neck being grabbed as I was pushed against the pillar, my hands grab onto his wrist as he tightens his grip.

"Who are you?" When he speaks, his deep voice is magnetic to the core of who I am, as if he's able to resonate with all of me when others can barely achieve a fraction of it. I could not breathe; I tap gently onto his hand and he slowly loosens his grip before the axe was pushed against my neck instead.

"Anastasia, my name is Anastasia! Do not kill me." I whispered out with fear tangled along with my words. His emerald green eyes scan my face, clearly to see if I was lying or telling the truth.

"What are you doing in my home?" It was the kind of deep voice that is so very easy to fall in love with, that auditory caramel.

"I do not know how I got here! I promise, I woke up in a bedroom, I am just as confused as you."


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When Anastasia decided to runaway for a few hours from the pressure of being a future Queen of England and the suitors asking for her hand in marriage, she runs into the forest wanting a bit of freedom. But what happens when that freedom finds her waking up in a cabin. Only to met with a woodchopper who hates the royal family, who was just as confused as she was

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