Aleksander Morozova Novels & Stories

waiting for his 'goodnight' but after hearing nothing but silence I got annoyed, and just as I was going to press on the red button he said. "Goodnight, Bella," he mumbled and I could sense he was tired but I cut the call anyway. And lay on the bed thinking about what might have tired him and then I shook his thoughts off my head and drifted to sleep. When I woke up and got ready for the office in the morning I opened my tablet to read the Article 'A news came out Morozov enterprises are facing some difficulty in handling, is Mr.Alexander Morozov aren't able to handle his own company.' there was many more articles what is happening with his company.

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

I answer her nervously. "Wow, it's beautiful. You're so pretty." She says with a cute smile showing off her dimples. "Hi I'm Lexi..." She reaches her arm out and I grab it giving her a handshake. "Are you new here?" She asks. "Yes I am.. I'm Morgana.." I say to her with a light smile. "Oh, Well, welcome to Baxton High. The best high school in town. You made a good choice coming here. We have the best food and the best teachers and the best boys too..." She says with a grin showing off her perfectly white teeth.

A man who could so cold-heartedly get rid of his family to become their Alpha, was a man with no morals. Viktor shot the last picture he hung on the wall. The one reason he was more than willing to consider keeping him alive was not to widow his sister; however, since the woman was dead, there was no need to keep him alive anymore. His eyes glared at the man’s picture, his mind going back to the vision of his dead sister in the casket. Her body which was covered with roses, and the white dress which was tainted with her blood. Alexei had ordered to change her dress, but it still got stained with her blood.

Halfway down, Anatoly’s fingers brushed the small of my back, the tiniest warning pressure. The records room was a windowless box lit by another dying fluorescent. Shelves rose to the ceiling, cardboard boxes stacked like coffins. A woman in her late thirties—Morozova—sat behind a desk drinking tea from a glass in a metal holder. She had the dead-eyed expression of someone who had catalogued every variation of human misery this district could offer. We repeated the performance. She listened, checked the passports again, disappeared between the shelves without a word. Five minutes later she returned with a faded red folder tied with cotton string. Dust plumed when she dropped it on the desk.

8D, The Aveline resident complex 249, North Kennedy Street. |Roommate confirmed to be Katya Morozova, |Occupation: Ballistics researcher, Nationality: Russian, Threat level: Yellow. My jaws clench. Katya, fucking, Morozova. Of all the people within breathing distance to Josephine, it had to be her. My grip tightened on the edge of metal desk and it makes a low whine. Ballistics researcher, that was partly true. Her family is a major branch of the bratva, they handle the quality check of our ammunitions we distribute.

“My mate, Valerie Morozov.” “I can see the hunter’s badge around her neck, but I have to admit, after she tried to kill you, I am surprised that you would be willing to stand in front of her.” She said, and I frowned in confusion. Alessandro kept his eyes on the woman, his frown voicing out more than his words ever will, and taking in my confused gaze, the woman raised an amused eyebrow at me. “Do not tell me that you did recognize him, huntress?”

With each step she took, she felt a growing sense of empowerment and a renewed commitment to exposing the truth. But just as they were beginning to make progress, a new figure emerged in the shadows of this unfolding drama: a mysterious woman named Anya Petrova. A former associate of Daniel Mitchell, Anya had managed to extricate herself from his dangerous world, but the past continued to haunt her. Driven by a mix of guilt and a desire for redemption, she reached out to Lena, offering her knowledge and expertise.

Thank God Alessandro had a warehouse here in New York, or we would've had to drive home with Ivan most likely awake by then. We arrived at the warehouse, Alessandro and Ian put Ivan into a chair in the middle of the huge room and tied his hands and feet to the chair. Isabella slowly walked into the warehouse, a bag of guns and weapons on her shoulder, not struggling one bit considering she was also wearing heels; I love her already. She placed the bag in front of us, and we picked out what we wanted to use on him. Alessandro picked out a knuckle duster. Ian chose a hammer and I pulled out a golden dagger perfect for torturing.