Dostoevsky Novels & Stories

A tall, imposing figure with a cruel grin caught her attention. Vladimir Petrov, a notorious Russian oligarch known for his ruthless tactics.

A turbulent wave clashed in my chest and I pressed my fist on the conference table, even children hadn’t been spared. Dominic, sensing the pressure building inside me, flipped the list to something else and I was now staring at a picture of an unfamiliar man. “This is Yaroslav Kozlov aka the deathsmith and he’s the Alexei’s most deadliest krysha-” Krysha was the Russian term for enforcer and I didn’t need Dominic’s information to tell that this Yaroslav fucker was one. He had the empty gaze of one who had sent many men back to their maker.

Blood drips from their daggers onto the stone floor. My heart stops. Time seems to stretch. One of them—the muscular one—shuts the door behind him. "You were right about her, Vladimir," the ratlike one remarks. "She’s truly a beauty." He inhales deeply and grins. "Mm. So sweet and innocent as well." "Aye." Vladimir’s thin lips twist into a sinister smile. "But not for long." I leap from the four-poster bed, nearly tripping over the covers. I snatch the letter opener from my bedside table and hold it out in front of me. Despite being made of silver, it’s a feeble weapon against three bloodthirsty Wolves.

The ember flared against the darkness, momentarily painting his sculpted face in shades of crimson and gold. His father would want a full report later. Fyodor Dostoevsky, head of the largest and most feared Bratva in Russia and maybe the world, was a man who demanded excellence — who demanded everything. Tonight, Andrei would be expected to recount every detail: who attended, what was bought, who whispered secrets over fluted glasses of poisoned wine. It was politics disguised as pleasure. Power masked as art and culture. Andrei thought it laughable. He was only here to retrieve a painting — a damn painting at that.

Russell kicked me in the stomach, causing me to fall over, and he wasted no time to climb on top of me. His hands found my throat, trying to squeeze the life out of me. I could feel the nerves in my head popping while my breathing was slowing down. "I want it all, Chelsea, and I will have it all." He shook me hard. "What can I say? I fuck women for their money. I go on the internet to find the most liable rich whore to make my tragic. I found out that most was faking the lifestyle and killed them." His hands tighten. "But you, a tough one. I should hold you for ransom. I had so many chances to, and could have taken every red cent that bastard father of yours has, and when he can't produce an

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

I was shaking my head again but he responded by nodding his head and stilling the movements of my head, "it all stops today, right at this moment. I don't have the patience to deal with it, my little star, not even the least bit of patience. I'm not an angel, never have been and never will be. I would hope that you know that much about me but I've kept my true self hidden from your innocent eyes your entire life because I really did enjoy the innocent relationship that crossed those blurred lines." He let go of my face, his hands now on the tray, "I'm a bad man, Nastassia. The kind of bad they write about in horror movies and the kind of bad they have locked up in cells on foreign islands un

Vador finally confessed his love to Ava and now y'all know the real story I'll like to say that this book isn't just a vampire romance action book,it actually means something and I'm trying to pass a message.From the onset y'all judged Vador didn't you? He's the dark lord,he's dumb,he keeps fucking up. Well yea,now y'all know why,I want this book to go out to everyone,you have to understand not to judge and criticize people without getting to know them. So many people are going through a lot and won't even speak out about it and then we have some other people who would judge them without getting to know or understand their reasons,which would obviously make them feel bad,like so bad. I for o

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I stared at the creasing V that disappeared down below the denim. My heart fluttered. I took several steps forward over the hardwood floor and on to the carpet. The firelight was the most amount of light I had ever seen him in. I was going to make use of it to finally see this damn guy's face. His dark hair was a few inches long and lay tousled in his hands. His dark eyebrows rimmed deep set eyes and a hawk-like nose. Red scars laced his cheek on the left side. There was something about him that seemed so familiar, but it was like I was remembering him from a dream, only he was older now. It was such a strange sensation, like déjà vu without the actual memory. My heart was skipping around in