Belov Novels & Stories

she nicely introduced, "Dimitri's eldest sister." A little boy, probably around the age of ten, came out from behind her. He clutched her dress with his small, pale fist and stared at my family with wide, blue eyes. "My name's Paul Belikov," he said in a quiet, cute voice. Czarevna Karolina smiled adoringly at him, caressing his dark head. He almost looked like Cesarevich Dimitri.

the girl guided. “Boyfriend,” Boma said. “I bless you with the kind of boyfriend- in- in my life.” “His name, please. Add it.” “I bless you with- may you have a boyfriend like Donovan.” “Thanks, but Donovan who?” Boma hesitated. “I need the blessing to be specific.” The girl said pleadingly. “Because there is more than one Donovan in the world.” “Okay. Donovan Garrett” “So be it. Thank you.” The girl said excitedly, hugging Boma before exiting the restroom.

"More wine, sir?" He looks up at me. "Yes." I can feel his eyes burning a hole into the side of my face as I refill his glass. "Bella," he says, my name rolling off his tongue like a new discovery. I stop. I return the bottle into the bucket of ice. "The name suits you," he adds, looking from my name tag to my face. His speaks in a clipped tone. Almost vaguely sarcastic, but he doesn't seem like the kind to say anything he doesn't mean.

“ You never let me forget, babe, “ I said, remembering how much he hated me calling him that. He groaned but ignored it because he wanted to make me happy. He was always making me happy except for the times that he wasn’t. But you couldn’t have good things without the bad. That was impossible and out of this world. We finished eating and started drinking wine. Nikolai stood up suddenly and then held out his hand for me to take. I stood up too and took it. We walked through the beach, hand in hand and wine in hand. “ What do you love most about Italy? “ Nikolai asked. “ You…” He was not the only one who had a romantic bone in their body. I could be romantic too if I wanted and at that time, I

Why couldn't my life be the way I wanted it to be for once? I searched my song list for anything pleasing to my ears. I ended playing That's me by Abba. The song was nice but it didn't fit what my ears wanted to hear at that time so I kept scrolling through the list. My thumb lingered over Be Real by Kid Ink featuring Dej Loaf. I itched to listen to it again but my thumb refused to obey. As much as I loved the song, listening to it would bring me heartache. It reminded me of a certain hypocrite in my life.

"Something came up, certain fools need to be straightened out for crossing the Molotov empire twice." "Ughhh I wanna go!" Bev pouts with a stomp. "You guys are always doing fun shįt!" "Not always." He chuckles. "And believe me it's not fun when Vladimir is involved." "Then I definitely need to witness the action!" Bev smirks. "Hey babe, what did you need ?" Grigori asks as he saunters within our vicinity. He pockets his phone and shoots me a rigid look before directing his attention back to his girlfriend.

“There's something familiar about your look and your name. Is there something you're hiding?” He claimed to be trying to figure out where he knew me from. My mind skipped, and immediately I cast a narrative that would divert his attention. "I am just an orphan staying with my foster parents. There is nothing special about me, "I replied, my voice pulsing with the trouble to maintain countenance. “You are Elah, Ethan's wife.” Fear struck my heart. The situation took a threatening turn when Thomas, inspired by his lost curiosity, tried to get intimate with me.

Pretended I cared what she thought. What had she said in ninth grade when I got up the courage to ask her out? Her words still rang in my ears. “Why would I go out with a loser like you? I’m not into fat guys.” I wasn’t bitter. No. Everyone was fucking entitled to their own opinion. I was doing a job. Like this one that Golubev had paid me handsomely to take care of. Kidnap Natalia and hold on to her until they could convince her father to vote how they wanted. Easy. And it gave me time for a little justice against the girl who had turned my life inside out.

I look pointedly at Johnathan. "I am sorry" he walks away with teary eyes and head held down. I understand him, he loved this girl like his own after he lost his wife and daughter. She doesn't deserve a father like him. "I wouldn't have done this to another girl. But the way you tried to sabotage Thea's life, I don't even feel sorry about this" with that Orphelia pours a chemical on to her head which makes the girl cry in pain. That liquid will make her bald. The hair on her head, eyebrows, lashes where ever it touches, it will kill the hair follicles making her look a little weird without eyebrows and eyelashes or hair on her head.

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.