Alexei Shostakov Novels & Stories

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.

Liam has always had strange and special interests in classical music. Sitting down on the chair, I opened the computer and started searching for information related to the letter 'K' and famous pianists. Names flash across the screen, from classical pianists like Franz Liszt, to modern talents like Keith Jarrett. But no name really stands out. Suddenly, I remembered a conversation with Liam about Karlheinz Stockhausen, a German composer and pianist famous for his groundbreaking works. Liam has always been fascinated by new and innovative things, so it's no surprise that he admires Stockhausen.

Alice is a noble in Russia, er, a former noble to be exact after she ran away from her family, Her father is Vladimir, one of the princes and war generals of Russia who lived hundreds of years ago. Outside Russia Vladimir is better known as "VladThe Impaler', because one of his favorite activities is torturing his prisoners of war by sticking a spear from the anus of his victim to penetrate the shoulder or head and then showing it to everyone. Sometimes it took days before the victim finally died. Of course, he did it hundreds of years ago when sadistic things like that were normal as punishment. Now He does it more carefully so as not to attract human attention.

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

“What horrifying secrets is Yakovlev’s newly acknowledged daughter hiding behind her innocent appearance? We spoke with one of Zoe Yakovleva’s close friends, and what the young woman revealed left our entire editorial team shocked. Beautiful young Zoe became the target of none other than Alan Shulgin himself — and perhaps I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t personally seen the two together that night.

, 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.

My eyes widened in panic. "You know what they say, there's no better company than yourself." He answered nonchalantly. "Oh, yeah, wow Skylar. Since when do we shame people for wanting to eat alone? How sick." I scolded her. Zach shot me a look and I'm pretty sure he was telling me to shut the fuck up because I wasn't making things any better. Respectfully, of course. "Oh, would you look at that. It's my boy, Alexander! Sup man." Zach extended his hand for a fist bump but Alexander looked at him with disgust and didn't react. "He's shy." Zach turned back to Skylar and she nodded awkwardly.

At least those competitors who were real. The old wolf had a ridiculous ideology, but also solid, although not all of his own, resources to not only put the eldest son of Valery Stanislavsky, that is, my Alyosha, by the way, a very domestic young wolf, on the throne of the city, but also provide him a long reign, for which Ibragimov held the city for a whole year. His support for me would be very tangible, but I lost it because of some ridiculous accident, they say, the world is damn small.

Juliet says. "You are just the worst person, I have met on earth!" Alexandra screams at the top of her voice. "Alexs, please stop shouting! Everyone knows you to be a very rude person. Don't make them think you are also crazy!" Juliet says with a mock smile. "You are just so mean and heartless, and did you just call me a crazy person?" Alexandra shouts at the top of her voice. "Shh. Calm down, you are making noise, " Juliet says while grinding her food.