Romans & histoires Annora Petrova

He scoffs and his words sound more like he's mocking himself for failing. “I'm Viktor Ivanov. I call shots in the Bratva. I'm the strategist, but I was not able to find her on time. The whole Bratva failed her. Her father is the pakhan, but he was not able to find her. He saves life and rescues people from kidnapping sometime, but he was not able to save his daughter and those fucking rebels, they still tried to harm Annika yet again.” He voices out his frustration and my eyes bulge at his words.

Love, Anna

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”

“But a program needs maintenance. Updates. Petrova’s release from prison and her disappearance… She's not just a hired gun who delivered a product. She’s the system administrator. She’s here to ensure the program runs to completion, and to adapt if obstacles arise like us discovering the nursery canister.” He pulled up another image blurry traffic camera footage from a petrol station near the English border. A woman with short, dark hair and a sharp, pale face, buying a pre-paid mobile phone and a map. Anya Petrova. The Architect. In the country. “She’s closing in,” Ethan said quietly. “The ultimatum about the documents… that was phase one. A direct test, to see if we’d panic and comply. Whe

Today he brought me an opponent. A woman. Tall, cropped blonde hair, shoulders like a swimmer, eyes flat and professional. Former Spetsnaz, he said. Now one of his private trainers. Anya. She bowed slightly when she entered, no smile. Good. I didn’t want pleasantries. Gavriil leaned against the ropes, arms folded, scar livid under the harsh lights. He wore loose black gi pants and nothing else, watching me like I was about to perform for him.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

A female voice told Ellaine. She was beaten and tired, more dead than alive. Her breath was just a thin thread. But she was determined to win this, once and for all. She wouldn’t dare give up. Because her hands were tied, she struggled to reach the Hristoax with her mouth. To distract Ánië, she said “You will not be able to beat me now.” “Really? Why?” She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax.

Another one screamed "Oh please,it's probably not him. They are not in the same level please" "What do you mean? There's nothing wrong with Anna,you're just jealous coz she's prettier than you!" Aurora shouted at the one who made the bad comment "Aurora please" Annabella muttered and Aurora scoffed. Everyone set to work after that Annabella sighed out and wore her apron,somehow she still wondered if the man is the Thadeus or just a random Thadeus. •••• Gregor's island is probably one of the biggest one would ever see,it's all painted in pure white with no single stain on it,people prefer calling it a paradise coz its just extraordinary

chief Hugadah announced. Murai drew back in shock. “What? My sister?” His father cast his eyes down for a bit, before speaking up again, as he narrated what happened. “King of Muzagah,’ said the prince, “I have no respect for kings who are mere ants that I can smash to smithereens. Dignity is given to the one who that deserves it. You deserve my respect. I will explain why. Believe it or not, I shall take no stone from your treasury if you give to me, that which I desire more than silver or gold. It is a woman, for I have been stricken by love; and I know that you must have heard about Nana’s death. News always flies so far and spreads widely. Believe me, I saw beauty in Nana. After she died

I promised him mind blowing sex as soon as his parents left and he reluctantly agreed. I was the first one up the next morning and inspected my neatly organized kitchen before setting to making breakfast. As I was cracking eggs in the pans, Anna walked in and cleared her throat, grabbing my full attention. She was wearing a silk robe and her hair was neatly pulled back in a tight bun. She looked flawless as ever even without makeup on. ‘Avery,’ she started. ‘Yes ma’am’ I said a little fearfully, stirring the eggs.