Belov Novels & Stories

Her touch was cold, colder than death itself, yet so oddly comforting. “You’re so close now, Giovanni,” she whispered, leaning into me, her breath cool against my neck. “Everything you’ve worked for, everything you’ve suffered for, it’s finally within reach. The young boy's body really did help me. It is a shame that he had lost himself. It is a shame that he fell for my voice. But he came to my benefit. Caleb was his name, wasn't it?”

I had to even stop at the side of the woods, stay and stare at the place where I got banished from. The woods where Damon rejected me. Where Cassandra smiled, my world was falling apart. My hands shook as I adjusted the slings. Leo stirred slightly and made a tiny growl and I was glad, muttering those words into his ears. “Don’t worry. You will become an Alpha like your father.” His sound was tiny, but it had real Alpha power. Laman did the same a second later. Their voices were tightening my chest with love and fear. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the woods.

Xavier: When she first mentioned the name, something in me went still. “Lorenzo D’Amaris,” Valerie said with a small, almost relieved smile, setting the file on the desk. “He’s interested in investing in the new firm. It’s all legitimate, I checked everything twice. He seems professional. I am still checking things out, but the idea of someone wanting to invest is making me happy.” I forced my expression to stay neutral even as my instincts sharpened. “D’Amaris?” I repeated, slowly. “Where’s he from?”

"Holy shit, they did it. They convicted him," Eli spoke in disbelief. "-I can't believe this is happening." My words came out as a whisper. "It's really over?" "Yes, it's over, Eve." Eli confirmed. "Say it again," I asked, still in shock. "Eve, he's out of your life for good, " He reassured, immediately triggering the tears that had been threatening to spill from my eyes. Covering my mouth with my hand to try and stop myself from making noise,

She felt like an entirely new person. And though she did not really want to admit it, that feeling was incited by Ethan. For such a long time in her life she felt as though she was nothing not even to the person she was engaged to however, Ethan made her feel worth being alive. That she was not a faulty product or anything. "How was the massage?" Mabel asked with bright curious eyes. Robin laughed at the boy's pure honest reactions and found them to be quite something refreshing. He reminded her of a golden retriever. Eager to please others always smiling like a little silly thing and full of energy and vitality.

“We all know there is history here, Sokolov. You’ve met her. And yet…the name alone, Anastasia Korovin, elicits reactions that speak louder than explanations.” I allowed a faint smile. Subtle. Enough to convey I understood the tension. “Speculation is a tool,” Belov said. “Some use it to manipulate outcomes. Others observe quietly.” I met his gaze evenly. “Observation is only useful if it leads to understanding. Otherwise, it’s wasted energy.” Artem leaned in. “Ah, but observation can be revealing. Even a flicker of recognition, a subtle hesitation…” I ignored the bait. My gaze returned to Nikolai. Neutral. Controlled. Calculating. Recognition lingered, like a

A living, breathing child who carried his blood. If that was true, then why had we been told, in no uncertain terms, that our purpose here was to give Alexander Petrova an heir? Why buy human women and keep them in a harem if one of his own already walked the estate? The questions multiplied with every step and none of the answers made sense. Helena must have noticed the way my jaw tightened because she glanced at me. “You’re unusually quiet,” she said. “I’m thinking,” I answered. “That tends to worry me,” she replied, and I stopped walking. She took another step and then realized I had halted. “You are free to ask the questions you want.” she said calmly.

Jouko stood up and tried to look like he wasn’t half starving. He bowed towards the gods and the jury. “My lord, my lady,” he addressed the gods. “The things that you have been told here today have been taken out of context and twisted to make them seem like something they are not,” he continued. “I am happy to hear that. Could you put things in the right context, please?” Absalom said. “With pleasure, my lord. In the last five generations the Beloved One have been showing signs of weakness that, quite frankly, is dangerous,” Jouko said.

"Who is your fated mate?" I heard Ragnar's voice burn through the mind link, 'Celia', but I shook him off. His taste for Celia must have ridden him of his senses, there's no way a wolfless omega could even be my mate. The goddess had chosen Leah as my mate. She could never be wrong about that. I held the fifth elder's gaze, Leah's father, and the first on my list for reparations. "Leah Moren is my mate."

Scarlett said, smiling at me. “I am so madly in love with you, Scarlett Aslanov” I said, looking my beauty in the eye. “And I love you, Alexei Aslanov” The end…