Annora Petrova Novels & Stories

Creed explains hopping down the stairs “ Creed one more smart ass remark and you’ll be joining him” “ okay okay” he surrendered We walk over to the cell that has lights on. The rogue is a girl. She looks no older than 15, she has blood stains on her jeans and a few scratches on her arms. Her hair is short and blonde, with bright blue eyes. She looks more terrified than the usually rogue I come across. Walking into the room she shoots her eyes up to me and they widen with fear. She mumbles something in a different language “ Can you speak english?” i asked

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

I might have been paranoid to find it suspicious, but she kept giving me reasons not to trust her. “Arianna! Darling!” a high-pitched voice called out. I turned to the source and saw a light-brown-haired woman in her fifties rushing toward us, her arms spread in a nearly theatrical welcoming gesture. Her sparkling, navy blue gown trimmed with feathers kind of made her look like a giant bird and rather marked her as desperate than chic, but I doubted she realized that. Vera Fedorova had always been too uppity to notice how pathetic she was. I inwardly rolled my eyes as she air-kissed Arianna before outstretching her hand as if expecting me to kiss it. “Mr. Thorne.”

Alessandro said, and Lynn placed Sienna flat on the couch and ran over to hug me. "Be safe and visit anytime you like" She says into my ear before pulling away from the hug. "And you," She says to Alessandro. "You better be prepared for pregnant Sandra because I can tell you now it won't be fun," She jokes, making me giggle, and wraps her arms around Alessandro. She sits back down on the couch and gives us a small wave of goodbye, I open the door but as I open it, I saw a tall figure dressed in all black and a visible snake tattoo trailing up his neck

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

“It’s James Pietro.” Massimo’s eyes darkened. For a moment, he thought he heard wrong. Then his face twisted with frustration. “Fuck,” he hissed. James Pietro. Anna’s cousin brother. Anna… Leone’s wife. The love of Leone’s life. Massimo ran his hand through his dark red locks, irritated. How could he forget? Anna had once been the strongest Donna in Russia. That meant her bloodline was power. Her family wasn’t ordinary. And now… Her cousin was sitting at the top in Russia.

Dimitri moved with her, his frame steady at her side. And between them—Zoe, dressed simply in soft blue, her small hand tucked into her mother’s. The sight struck the crowd like a silent chord. Not scandal. Not shame. A family. Lena’s voice echoed softly from the wings: “You’re live.” Anya drew breath. Let it settle deep. And then, with her voice clear and even, she began: “My name is Anya Petrova.” No apology. No preamble. Just truth. “I am the daughter of Eva Petrova. I was born from a marriage my mother never wished for, one that bound her to a legacy of blood she sought to escape.”

His face is blurry to me. His voice is muffled. I inhale as my eyes shut. Now too heavy to open. But a scent fills my nostrils, a family scent. I cling to it as I truly fall into oblivion. ---- Andrea Something soft is touching my face. Patting my cheek delicately. Andrea. Open your eyes. I don't want to though. I'm warm, comfortable. The softness continues to caress my face. Leaving tingles trailing it as it moves.

Kat says directly to Ana. "Na day of she dey (She gave her self a day off), " Sophia jokes, making Kat chuckle. Within the three girl's Ana was the eldest, but you wouldn't be able to tell, because of her tiny stature, she looked nineteen, but in the real sense, she was twenty-one, while Kat and Sophia were both twenty. The three of them paid the rent, although they had few persons who came to squat with them. "I'm just broke." Ana hisses. "That stupid girl I dey take hold body don fuck up," Ana says.

"Scarlett." ******