Alexei Shostakov Novels & Stories

I could see the clench of her jaw as confusion marred her face. "Leon Trotsky?" she spoke in surprise. "Indeed, I am," he said. "The first general of the Red Army and leader of the Bolsheviks back in the day." "How...how are you still alive?" "Same way you are alive, I guess?" He laughed. But Anastasia did not. "Why didn't you let them kill me already?" she said.

"A man who sat among the Twelve Lords of the Russian Mafia Syndicate. The *Vory v Zakone*. His name was Sergei Prokofiev." I leaned against a frozen birch tree, checking my watch that I got as a gift from Lenochka for being a good apprentice. "Is this a history lesson, Yamelyan? Because I'm really not in the mood for folklore." "Listen," he commanded, his silver eyes flashing. "Sergei had a sister he adored, Katerina. But more than her, he loved his wife, Rai. She was his sun and his moon. And when Rai gave birth to their first child, a daughter, the world should have celebrated."

she insisted. “No.” I glanced toward Nikolai’s closed doors. “I have watched Alpha Romanov most of his life. I watched his father raise him. I watched Nikolai become the man he is now, and I have watched him refuse nearly every attempt anyone made to bring a woman permanently into his life.” She tightened. “I know that.” “Then look at what is happening rather than what you want to happen.” My voice softened because I knew the next words would hurt. “Valeria’s presence here is not going to remain only about a contract.”

“Both are charged with espionage and attempted murder after friend Alexander Chernyshevsky fell dangerously ill after dinner with the two men.” “Dimitri!!” I screamed even louder. I was standing up but had no idea how I got there. The study door opened and he looked at me. “What! Why the fuck are you screaming?” I pointed to the TV, my hand was shaking like crazy and I had to sit down because of the pain in my chest. Coming over he looked at the TV which now obviously had the weather. He looked down at me confused. With my shaking hand I grabbed the remote and rewound his TV for the second time and pressed play. The woman’s voice boomed out again.

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.

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.

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.