Novel-novel oleh Roxanna Armstrong

NikolaiThere were three categories of foolish people I did not like to meet, ever. Number one, people who could not remain loyal. The reason for that is quite obvious, if I could not trust you I would rather you stayed with the other billions of humans that I did not personally know. Loyalty took priority over everything.Number two, people who did not know their boundaries. I did not like people constantly stepping on my toes. I knew the things I could or could not do to other people and I respected that. I simply like to be given the same respect. I only ever push back when I am pushed. Granted, when I push back it is always excessive. But people would never be learning their lessons otherwise. So, it was a necessary evil.And people who could not cover up their tracks after a terrible job done. It was not a terrible thing to mess up a job. It happens to the best of us. Sometimes, things simply spiral out of one’s control so badly, doing a good job might have been impossible. Tha

Vera Dressing up had been nice. I wore long black jeans and a white top with so many ropes. It had one around my neck, on each of my wrists, on my waist, and somewhere on my back. Then I paired my attire with white heels. If I had not become an artist I could have done very well as a stylist. As I step out into the elevator with my bodyguards, it reopens, and I see Irena. “Oh, we are ready just about the same time. Isn’t that wonderful? I would not have liked to wait in the reception and I’m glad I didn't.” “Your dress looks really nice on you.” Irena does a little spin in her sage green dress with a smile on her face. “Oh, I know.” And we both laugh at that. I could see that I was going to enjoy this outing, I could even ask if we could do it again soon. Then we met him. “Irena, what a wonderful surprise.” She reaches out to hug the man. He looks a little familiar but I can not seem to recognize him. “It would only have been a surprise if you didn’t know that I was c

Nikolai“Boris is dead.” I hear as soon as I pick up the phone from Dimitri. While I was grateful he had died I was rather surprised, he had looked very healthy yesterday. Dimitri sighs and adds “Pavel killed him.”Pavel, another one of the men I worked with, was not a very wise man to offend. Even I stayed out of his way most of the time.“He must have died in a terrible way then.” Pavel had a reputation of killing people in the weirdest places or while they were doing the weirdest things.While I was not happy Pavel beat me to it, I am grateful he was dead. I would simply have liked to be the one that killed any threat that stood in the way of the happiness of any member of Vera’s family. Their happiness would obviously have helped Vera to stay in high spirits.“Of course, Pavel wouldn’t have had it any other way.”“How did he die?” I ask, suddenly very curious.“Pavel blew his head off and left the rest of his body where he met it. On the top of the toilet, some say he was pooping

VeraI could list a thousand other things I could have been doing than taking care of my husband that was foolish enough to get injured. I could have been sleeping or eating,... heck I could even have been painting. But instead I stood in there cleaning his wound. I was half tempted to stick the glass further inside his hand to assist him in hurting himself.If he truly was consumed with the need to punch something did it really have to be something that would have hurt him? Why did he not simply punch the wall? It would hurt but not enough to wreak havoc on… wait why did I even care?If my handsome husband wished he could go around punching every single glass he finds. I did not have to be angry because he was hurt. Realising just what my thoughts were I grab a pillow and scream into it. He was my husband but I was not going to be addressing him like that. I was going to banish the thought of Nikolai from my head and go to bed.As soon as I manage to get out of this dress.I wonder

NikolaiYou would have thought because there was a crowd I would have placed a light kiss on her lips and be done with it, so I could have at the very least blamed it on my curiosity. You would have thought wrong.In that kiss I claim Vera as mine in the eyes of everyone present. I pressed her flush against every inch of me glad she had not chosen one of those large elaborate dresses to wear. I allow my lips to learn the curve of hers and what she likes. I realise she could be a very fast learner, but if she had to be learning, she probably had never been kissed before.Kissing Vera could become very addictive, so I should probably never do it in public again. As I separate us from each other, the look in her eyes lets me know she had basked in the kiss just as much as I had. It made me realise two things. I would be kissing Vera again, and I would be doing it very soon.The public be damned.“I would like to introduce you to my mother.” I tell her as I place my hands on her waist and

VeraThe wedding had taken three days to plan and the celebration was about to begin, for them. I was about to be sold to a potential devil, so there was no celebration here.It was quite remarkable how Aunt Sofia had somehow managed to plan a little church ceremony for just family and friends in such a short time. Granted, nothing was ever small with Aunt Sofia.I sat in my room staring into the mirror with Katya at my side. The atmosphere since Katya’s explanation of why she wanted to be away from her husband had made the entire atmosphere gloomy for the most part. Nobody was feeling the joy of festivities. But we had all learned to fake it till we made it. Not that the clouds in the sky took the memo, but we were focusing on the positives.“Did you see that the Patriarch is in attendance? He might be the one to officiate your wedding.” Katya says. “Aunt Sofia invited the Patriarch? How on earth did she get him to show up on such short notice?” I almost scream from the shock of it.