Alexei Shostakov Novels & Stories

“I just spent nine hours removing a glioblastoma from the motor cortex. Zero deficits. But please, continue your little plumbing project.” “Plumbing project?” I glance up at the gallery. Mistake. Alexei leans against the glass like he’s watching theater instead of surgery. Tall, dark-haired, those sharp Slavic features that belong on magazine covers. Even in surgical scrubs, he looks like money. Because he is money. Morozov Oil. Three generations of Moscow elite. He’s also—I force the thought away. Not relevant. Not professional. Definitely not something I should be thinking about while knuckle-deep in someone’s chest cavity.

I was sure, from her sharp aura and the way she looked down on us, that she was the Queen. Still, she wasn’t the real danger here. Besides the King, the dark, sharp look from the man across from us had me tense. Patriarch Vasiliev. The host of the party, because up here I realized this whole mansion was his and the King had given him the honor of letting him throw the party. I think this was one of the chances Lorenzo missed by going to save me. Of course, as the host and the one best at kissing the King’s boots, the business conversations went to Alpha Vasiliev first.

Alastair looked at him, his calm composure slipping as confusion set in. "Then what was it, who led you to me?" He glanced at me before returning his stare to Malcolm. "It seems Libro Vitae isn't so easily blocked. Even with you hidden from it, it found a loophole to track you. One right under your very nose and the connection to Athena only made the pull that more powerful." Malcolm said. Alastair's eyes widened at the mention of the book.

“Especially since you’ve clearly already lost.” Susan widened her eyes, unsure whether to laugh or disappear. Alexei sighed but kept his tone light. “Susan, this is Aleksandr Volkov. A laboratory accident with excess charm and zero filter.” “Pleasure, Susan,” Aleksandr said, leaning slightly in a playful bow. “Call me Sasha. Everyone who survives my presence for more than five minutes earns that right.” She smiled, a bit awkward. “Pleasure… Sasha.” “See?” He looked at Alexei with a smug smile. “Five minutes. Didn’t even need to try hard.”

"They became loose ends." His gaze locked onto mine. "And loose ends have a nasty habit of ruining carefully laid plans." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "What still amazes me..." His smile turned mocking.."...is that none of it ever reached you." He studied my face, enjoying every second. "The great Alexei Kozlov." "The man everyone feared." He laughed again. "You knew absolutely nothing." His voice dropped almost to a whisper. "Not even Viktor." He shook his head in disbelief.."I always heard Viktor was the genius."

He greet Alex bowing down a little. “I bring someone to meet with you" Alex says to the man. Then he notice me. He would be almost same age as Alex. He have dark gray hair with same colour eyes. “Oh is that..” He trails of. “Hello I'm Sophia..Dè Sokolov. It’s nice to meet you” I says bowing a little politely. “Hello Mrs. Sokolov I’m Louise Dekinson. I’m sir alexei's P.A. It is nice to meet with you too!” Oh and call me by my name.” Louise says.

It’s time to call Alexei Petrov, the talented young computer specialist who works for me from my base in London. Alexei, in his early twenties, stands at around 5′10″ with a lean and athletic physique. His short black hair is often in disarray, and his piercing blue eyes constantly scan the room with intense focus. His usual attire consists of skinny jeans, a leather jacket, and combat boots. Intricate tattoos adorn his arms, including a circuit board on his left bicep, showcasing his passion for hacking.

She pulled Leah to her feet, dragging her away. My throat clogged with mucus, as Estella made her way to the door, hesitating at the handle. "You are an omega, and henceforth Nikolai's going to have to treat you as one."

Xavier: When she first mentioned the name, something in me went still. “Lorenzo D’Amaris,” Valerie said with a small, almost relieved smile, setting the file on the desk. “He’s interested in investing in the new firm. It’s all legitimate, I checked everything twice. He seems professional. I am still checking things out, but the idea of someone wanting to invest is making me happy.” I forced my expression to stay neutral even as my instincts sharpened. “D’Amaris?” I repeated, slowly. “Where’s he from?”

Alvize asked, frowning as he looked at mom. Mom opened her mouth to speak, only to frown as we heard carving on the wall by the door. We all looked at the door, frowning at the sight of the word Konstantin which was being carved. It was being carved by fire and though there was no one in the room, it seemed like someone was. The presence of a different person could be felt. However, just as it appeared, it disappeared. “What the fucking hell?” Alvize, glaring at the wall.