Alexei Shostakov Novels & Stories

I glance back at her to see her astonished face darting towards the stereo and back to me again. Shrugging, I say, “Yeah, they aren’t too bad. My phone has a random shuffle. I can pick and choose some music, but this one was a good one. It suggested a while back.” I used to hate the way my phone would sometimes randomly shuffle some of the music, but I’ve gotten some good beets from them, so I can’t complain if they have broadened my horizon in music. She smiles and starts singing along to the course, “It started with a whisper

Then, at a section labelled 'CLASSIFIED - Involvement with 'Argus' Operation 1998', David paused. "Albert Wilson is NOT Albert Wilson. True name: Alex Svoronov. Former Russian nuclear physicist, specialising in defence technology and energy shielding. He is wanted by The Cyclops for stealing a critical prototype known as the 'Argus Key' in 1998. The Argus Key is believed to be the master key to control global underwater communication networks. Maria Santos, true name Lena Petrova, was a former Russian counter-intelligence agent assigned to monitor Alex, but she later fell in love and helped him escape."

A living, breathing child who carried his blood. If that was true, then why had we been told, in no uncertain terms, that our purpose here was to give Alexander Petrova an heir? Why buy human women and keep them in a harem if one of his own already walked the estate? The questions multiplied with every step and none of the answers made sense. Helena must have noticed the way my jaw tightened because she glanced at me. “You’re unusually quiet,” she said. “I’m thinking,” I answered. “That tends to worry me,” she replied, and I stopped walking. She took another step and then realized I had halted. “You are free to ask the questions you want.” she said calmly.

“That’s because you were spending your time fucking whores after whores. If my calculation is correct, you have fucked more women than completed duties as Prince and heir to the throne.” “Pardon me, father. But I didn’t have sex last night. My whore didn’t–” “After all that I’ve said to you, your concern was still on your damn cock? When you should’ve been concerned about the werewolves in the east of the palace!” My chest heaved at the sudden rise of my anger, shaking my head in further disappointment that Alex is giving me. “Your whore was with me last night. And starting today, you don’t own her anymore. She’s mine to command, to torment, and anything that I want to do with her she would

Theodora said in excitement. Maximilian looked at the painting and sighed with resignation. "Not again sister, why do you always paint that Demon?" Maxmilian looked at the demon whom her sister insists on painting. 'He is handsome for a demon' Maximilian thought. "She is painting Azzazal," Lucifer said in shock. "Yes, between her life as Althea and Thea, she seems to be born as Theodora," Lucifer mused out loud. "And Max is her brother in that life as well" Lucian commented.

After sitting with my refilled cup at an empty table, I set up my laptop and Googled a few articles regarding an idea I’d had before sleep came last night. “Sarah Astor?” I looked up to see a thin but still clear-eyed human man standing there eyeing my bodyguards but trying to smile at me politely. “Yes?” I smiled back and gestured to the empty chair across the table. He sat and nodded at me. His thin, scarred fingers rested on the table and then started picking at his cuticles. “Sam Shostakovich. Everyone calls me Shotz.” “Hello, Shotz.” He looked around then back at me. “It’s true, then? You’re here to, well, put an end to things?”

he said. "And?" "Nothing," Sergei said. "There's nonDr. Andrei Sokolov registered in this city." "Try just Andrei," I said. Sergei typed and waited. "There is a Dr. Andrei Volkov," he said. "But he is a pediatrician. Seventy-eight years old." "That's not him," I said. "Wait," Sergei said. "There is one more. Dr. Alexei Sokolov." My blood ran cold at the name Alexei. It couldn't bey brother. We are Volkov not sokolov.

His eyes were a terrifying, icy silver. "Elias Sterling murdered my father," the man stated coldly, his heavy Russian accent commanding the entire palace. "I am Alexei Volkov. The new Supreme Patriarch of Moscow. And nobody leaves this room alive until the American King bleeds."

“Then tell me.” He sighed. “Alexandro is a powerful Alpha, no doubt. He commands loyalty and strength. But that strength has come at a cost. He’s ruled through dominance, fear, and an unwavering pride. He’s stubborn to the point of recklessness. Wars have been fought because he refused to negotiate. People have died because he didn’t want to appear weak.” Serena’s throat tightened. “You think I don’t know he’s stubborn? He doesn’t always share his feelings, and yes, he shuts people out. But he’s not heartless.”

I said, calling the man, watching as he froze, looking at me over his shoulder as he did. “I, Valerie Morozov, accept your rejection, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.”