Alya Sometimes Hides Her Feelings In Russian の小説・ストーリー

I couldn't tell because they weren't moving much to the music, more like swaying. "It was just so beautiful," Alisa said. All day, she'd been reminiscing about her hasty wedding to Zakh. She wasn't jealous, but very hormonal and emotional. "Alisa, they have cake ready to be boxed up. If you want another...?" She smiled, snapping to and standing straight. "Oh, I do. I'll be right back, Zakh." Once she left, Zakh tipped his chin up at me. I should have feared this Bratva leader from the day I met him, but I realized he was no different from Anatoli. A family man at heart.

My body stiffened slightly, but her hand found mine, grounding me. “Not like that,” she said quickly. “It’s someone from my bloodline. A part of me. Someone the world doesn’t know exists.” I watched her, tension fading into curiosity. “Who?” Her eyes glowed faintly. “Her name is Anya.” My breath caught. “Anya?” “She’s from the Moon Goddess’ line,” Aria said softly. “And she’s been hidden—dormant—inside me since I was born. She holds a secret that no scroll, no elder, no wolf has ever recorded.”

I traced the imaginary curves of her smile with my fingertips. "You know, guys," I slurred, addressing the invisible audience in the room, "She has this way of making everything... you know... brighter." I heard Alex mumble in between, though his words did not made much sense but it sounded like, "Solnishko? A few minutes ago he had feelings for Aleeza, right?" Ivan responded him with a smack in his head as he remarked, sarcastically, "Last I checked you were Russian too." "Her eyes," I continued, ignoring them, my hand gesturing vaguely in the air, "they're like constellations, and I get lost in them. And her laughter, it's like a melody... a melody that I want to hear forever."

Klaus has committed several heresies and the Goddess has finally had enough. Of course, her expressions speak for themselves, but her aura is very easy to read, she never had any training in hiding her emotions through her aura. Ayla was able to do this when she was a slave, but because she didn't have such strong energies coursing through her body, as it was always weakened by years of wolfsbane and other poisons, it was easy to hide. Easy in that sense, not that she deserved what happened, but compared to other people it was simpler.

Perhaps it was the fear of death that caused Alexander to start yelling madly. "I thought all those things were long buried and couldn't stir up any ripples. But that moonstone I had hidden was gone! I almost turned the entire house upside down looking for it. And then, your mother admitted to me that she took the moonstone. Do you know what she said to me, Kayla?" Trembling, I watched Alexander's contorted face, barely able to speak.

“I wasn’t mocking it. I simply don’t understand why a princess would choose to live like this.” “Because I actually like it.” He smiled, but there was nothing warm about it. “You will be a queen one day. You should start behaving like someone worthy of the position.” “I would rather burn than become your wife.” His smile disappeared.“You wouldn’t dare.” “Try me.”For the first time, the arrogance in his expression faded. “If you do anything to sabotage this alliance, Aliya, I won’t keep your little secret.” My stomach dropped. He stepped closer, lowering his voice.“Imagine what your father would do if he discovered that his daughter has been sneaking across the border into wolf territory and

Always Alyona. I remembered—pushing her hair behind her ear when she felt nervous, biting her lower lip when she listened carefully to what was being said. She had these small habits that stuck in my mind more than they should have. Most women I knew carried themselves like porcelain dolls, watching their weight, holding back, pretending to be perfect. But not her. The way her eyes lit up when she saw her favorite strawberry smoothie. She didn’t care about counting calories or pretending she didn’t want it. She just enjoyed life. That was what made her different. That was what made her… dangerous to me. Because she made everything feel alive, and I couldn’t allow myself to want that.

Butterfly was his nickname for Ayla back then. “Yes, it is her. But she does not know any of this. But I know she had a loving and caring home. We didn’t know if she would have a wolf because of her inheritance, but it seems that finding her fated mate unlocked her wolf. But this also answers another question we never really got an answer for back then.” I decided to tell them everything, and they nodded their head.

he replied. Mountain of Blossom? Where was that also located? I wanted to ask him, but I decided not to. Too many questions might expose my identity. I'm Marina... I'll try to figure out where it is. The most important thing was entering the territory. "Thank you," I smiled faintly and tried to step my feet inside the territory, but his hand clamped on my shoulder. My eyes widened. What does he want now? Did I perhaps smile too much and he figured out I'm a girl and definitely not a pack wolf? But the fragrant oil is strong enough to hide my rogue smell.

“I am not your weakness.” Nikolai stepped between them before the tension could rise further. “No one said you were,” he said calmly. Dmitri stopped pacing. “Not yet.” The words hung there. Anya’s expression went still. Alexei watched her carefully. “If you are hiding something, now is the time.” Her pulse quickened, but her face stayed controlled. “I’m not hiding anything that concerns your war,” she said. “That’s not an answer,” Dmitri replied. “It is the only one you’re getting.”