Dostoevsky Novels & Stories

PLEASE! Dakor is a gerontophilic sociopath of the Romanov family. This scene ties to the main plot and world. You'll know him more as you explore deeper into the book. Don't drop nasty comments. Also, I'm not perfect in third-person POV. You might see head-hopping or imperfections. I'm a human with flaws and a learner too. If you're okay, then proceed. Thank you. DESECRATION. (THIRD PERSON’S POV)

"We accept the love we think we deserve." -Stephen Chbosky- *** Anton was walking back and forth in front of a bookshelf in the library within his manor. It was not exactly one of his favorite room to be at, he did enjoy going there to read or just unwind himself from all the noises and chaos of the world. However, that day he had a rather different reason to be there, he was seeking some Dostoevsky and Tolstoy pieces from his collection. It had been a while since he read them and he was not exactly sure where they were. He wanted to make sure when Ana came there he could lead her straight to the pieces instead of them just wondering around seeking for it toge

This man is sending me on a suicide mission and he knows it. That's utterly impossible. “It's exactly what you're thinking Adrian. Get the job done.” He states, not a single emotion crossing his face. “This is the same thing as asking me to kill myself. Nobody can get to this man.” I've heard rumors about him. Nikolai Rostov. The most ruthless man in the whole of Russia. Каратель ( The punisher ) That’s what they call him and I know that he shouldn’t be dwelt with.

“We got out alive. I can’t fucking believe it.” Dimitri grinned down at me, finally looking like himself as he did. He’d put on such a good show. Un-fucking-believably good. He’d slicked his hair back and worn one of the suits I’d picked out for him, a dark blue that brought out the little flecks of green in his gray eyes. Jerry, unbeknownst to me, had studied Russian literature as an undergrad, something he mentioned after I’d introduced my mate. Dimitri had pulled some weird details about the town Dostoevsky had used for the setting of The Brothers Karamazov out of his ass, going on for a couple of minutes about the history of Russian river barges, to Jerry’

He raised an eyebrow at me and grinned, “What else would you like to know?” My face felt like it was on fire and so did the area between my legs. Goodness gracious, I don’t think I will ever be the same after meeting this man. I had never seen anyone like him. My eyes were laser focused on him and I could feel the confidence extruding off of his being like a force field. Dalton Rosewood was obviously not a man to be trifled with and I don’t know if that terrified me or excited me but I do know my body was aching to be near him and I had to get out of this damn place before I decided to let my temporary insanity take over and do something I might regret.

“Shocking right? But I saw her. And according to my vision, she should be arriving today!” “Well, that's insane. Considering that everything we have read about Grisha talked about a very powerful person who will have power over both Ducazee and Anuka. And there was no way we could have all imagined that it was a girl.” Volkavik chimed in with his heavy voice and I could have sworn I saw steam coming out of his mouth. This guy was one of those that made me tremble even when I didn’t want to. I was a lycan prince, the strongest shape-shifter but Volkavik, a golden dragon was someone I didn’t want to mess up with! The legend has it that he has lived for over a million years. So yeah! I wasn’t p

Third Person Point of View: “What the fuck is this?” Viktor asked, frowning at the sight of the men carrying the crate. The men brought in the boxes that were arriving from nearby families who were pledging their loyalty to Esteban, and this in specific was for Viktor. “It came to you, from Alexei Aslanov” one of the men said, looking down at his feet, avoiding his and the Alpha’s eyes. They knew the punishment for trying to do so, and each one of them wanted to keep that head of his over his shoulders.

Her eyes moved from my face to the half dead man and she cried at the sight of him. “You wanted to know who I am Lily, well this is who I am... I am Nikolai fucking Vladimir, Leader of Bratva, second son of Russia most deadliest man, ruler of all underlings and I am not terrified to tear down any organization who dares to challenge me. Trained from the very young age of 8 on how to use a gun, kill-count is 93...”, I took out a gun from behind my pants and shot the prisoner on the forehead, “...94”, I counted.

I pointed to the still open entrance of his tent and the feral beast let out a low growl. "Well, I think you have your answer," he all but laughed at me. I resisted the urge to stomp my foot like an incensed child and stormed out of his tent before I made an even bigger fool of myself in front of him. Oooh Belikov, what have you been hiding? A few introductions this chapter: first is a peek at our newest OC, Daisy! She's a bit of a saucy bitch ;). Secondly, it took me a while (and way more research than I intended) to come up with a period-appropriate nickname for our favorite Rus warrior, since Comrades weren't around just yet. So here we get our first look at Rose's new nickname for him:

Two men stood next to Victor, and their presence sent a spurt of frozen adrenaline through his system. To his right, there sat Dmitri Volkov, the notorious "Tsar of Siberian Gas." The granite-jawed mogul with a track record for crushing competitors with the tacit support of the Kremlin. He was oligarchy personified—Politically unstoppable, pitiless, and wallowing in mineral wealth.