Alexei Shostakov Novels & Stories

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.

Third Person Point of View: “What the fuck is this?” Viktor asked, frowning at the sight of the men carrying the crate. The men brought in the boxes that were arriving from nearby families who were pledging their loyalty to Esteban, and this in specific was for Viktor. “It came to you, from Alexei Aslanov” one of the men said, looking down at his feet, avoiding his and the Alpha’s eyes. They knew the punishment for trying to do so, and each one of them wanted to keep that head of his over his shoulders.

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.

I asked opening the cell door “ I don’t think that’s a good idea” Alex whispered “ You should probably listen to him.” He winked “ why?” I asked again “ because I was promised my freedom after you were brought to him. I didn’t trust the guy for one second and I knew your little boy toy here would rip him apart before he got what he wanted. So I hid until I felt it was safe to come out.” He explained crossing his arms against his chest “ just one fatal flaw in your plan. Alex isn’t the one that killed him. I did” I growled, grabbing a pair of gloves outside the cell and putting them on as I walked inside.

At Lucian's The giant Marcus was standing in front of Lucien, looking at him in great astonishment, until a short moment passed, as they looked at each other. Suddenly, without warning, Marcus raised his hand, which had a huge golden axe, and said with pride and hatred: “It has always been my desire to kill the king of the werewolves. It is a great honor for me to kill you myself, and to obtain this great honor is not an easy matter.”

Alpha Marco and I both snapped our heads up from where we sat at his desk to the man standing in the doorframe, who I assumed was Beta Alex given his extraordinarily large stature and solid build. “Julius, this is my Beta, Alex.” Alpha Marco introduced us as he stood from his chair. I extended my hand to Beta Alex as I straightened myself beside Marco. He took it with a surprisingly firm grip, nodding his head in a show of respect before his hazel eyes met mine. His smooth, dark skin paired with striking eyes and near-flawless features made him look more like a doll than a man, but his expression reminded me of a soldier. He had none of the sadistic playfulness that Dean carried with him, in

, I announced. A big gasp swept across the entire arena as people exchanged awkward and doubtful glances. I used the tip of my shoe to kick his limp body as proof that he died. “We have been slaves to this man for long enough. We had Alpha Stefan, a brave man who tried to rid us of this tyrant. Unfortunately, he was overpowered, but I had already made plans of my own”, I said loudly. From the glances I could see being thrown my way, I could tell that the people did not entirely trust what I was communicating.

I shook his hand for some weird reason, probably the alcohol. "Why, yes I am. Let me just say, If angels were classified in categories, I'd definitely be an Angel of Desire because that's what I'm feeling around you." He winked at me. Alexander rolled his eyes. "I'm Dawn. If humans were classified in categories, I would probably be a human of denial cause that's all your ass is getting." I returned the wink and his jaw dropped. "Now this is what I call a fun party, keep going." Alexander laughed at his friend and placed his arm around my shoulder. "Holy shit, you're still shirtless." He immediately removed his hand from my shoulder and backed away.