Novel & Cerita Alexei Shostakov

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.”

his eyes were on mine. “Worry me! What if you go to prison Dimitri?” “I won’t,” his voice was strong. “You don’t know that!” “I didn’t do anything, Harper please believe me. Alexander is our friend. He had to run from Moscow and he needed someone to talk to. There’s no fucking way I would have tried to kill him like come on!” He shouted. “You know me Harper! Right! You know me!” His voice was getting louder. I put my hand on his chest.

Sophia looked so startled she started to shake slightly. Chloe quickly moved from Sophia and gave me a quick hug. “Congratulations, Alpha,” she smiles. Even though I’ve told her for years to call me Oliver, she will only do so in private, but now, considering she is on the same rank level as Sophia and me, she really doesn’t have to. “I should say the same thing,” I nod toward her as she moves back between Bobby and Jax.

she smiled fondly at the memory. "He must be a really loyal friend. It's nice that you two have known each other for so long," noted Bazyli. Alyona returned with the wine and poured them each into a glass. Clearly, Zeke played an important role in her life story. Bazyli was grateful to finally meet the people who meant so much to the woman he cared for.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

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?”

The cold has made my nipples hard. "Get. Out," I spit. Vladimir laughs. "Come on, sweetheart. There’s no need to be like—" Suddenly, the door to my room swings open. "Out." A deep growl emanates from the doorway. The three men freeze. The alpha stands there, clad in a wrinkled white linen shirt, high boots, and a red tartan kilt. His face appears chiseled from thunder and stone. "Out." Vladimir swallows hard, but a smile quickly returns to his face as he turns away. "It’s just a bit of fun—"

ALVA The vein in Lilika’s temple throbbed as Nikolas introduced me. The look of absolute repulse she sent my way made me shudder but it was a much pleasant experience to the mental daggers that Nikolas's fianceé kept throwing at me. I was a fool to think the theater of disgrace would end there . Nikolas suddenly turned me in the direction of Aphrodite's and began. "Alva, This is Doria."

I hear voices that I can’t quite make out, and a few moments later, the door is swinging open wider, two large men striding inside. I immediately know which one is Alpha Xavier. He stands taller than the man he walked in with, and he struts inside exuding power, dominance, and pure evil. His hair is dark, shaved on the sides and long on top, and a thick layer of dark stubble coats his jawline. Tattoos crawl up his neck and disappear beneath the collar of his dark t-shirt, which is accompanied by a leather jacket, distressed jeans, and big black boots. His skin is tanned like he’s spent every day in the sun, and his eyes are so dark they’re almost black. They land on me, and a shiver travels

He sounded very unimpressed and, as usual, bored, "Mr. Minnette had showed me his designs today for one of his clients." I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion, feeling frown lines etch themselves onto my forehead, "I'm sorry but I'm not sure I know who you're speaking of." He sighed in what sounded liked deep frustration, voice turning deeper as he said, "Jaxon Minnette, ring any bells?" Face palming myself due to my stupidity, I quickly said, "Oh, what about his designs?" "He had mentioned that you had helped him with it," Gunnar mused in what sounded like disbelief.