Dostoevsky Novels & Stories

PTSD. REVENGE. SCÀRS. SLÀPPING. STÀLKING. SOMNOPHILIA TORTŮRE. TOYS. VIOLENCE. *The author does not promote such practices and neither advices you to do so. If you think any of the above subjects could stress you and isn't for you, do not proceed, but if you think you can handle an Anti-hero like Jeremiah Sokolov, please be ready for the ride ahead. I hope by the end of this book, you'll fall in love with these characters.

“Please come to my cabin,” Dinesh mentioned as Anushka looked up from her phone. She was reading another one of the books online. She loved romance books and would prefer them any day over her textbooks. She walked to his cabin, straightening the white t-shirt and pants she was wearing today. It was the least bit professional, but she did wear a sweater over it, so it was fine. As usual, knocking on the door twice, she walked inside as he gestured to her to sit, “How many countries do we deal with?” He asked all of a sudden.

Eros looked at him with hatred, and whispered with pleasure, saying to him with a deranged smile , he was a sadist who enjoyed torturing his victims, and devising methods that would not occur to any creature in the world "I can smell your blood so much... I can hear your heart beating rapidly Clearly... now I inhale the scent of fear from you and from... Your cowardly dwarves... and I can feel how terrified you are of me right now " Commander Matthew smiled maliciously. No one could stand up to Eros, like those weak creatures like dwarves. They lived their lives hiding in the mountains, away from the crowds. Eros opened his mouth to let out a great scream. The village walls shook As a result

I almost died because of his vexing presence. I turn up in our apartment before midnight, and Mom is already in a tight sleep. I kiss her good night and then saunter into my room. Upon sitting on my bed, I open my laptop and search 'Rusco Andreyev' on the Internet. A website says he's the founder and market leader of the dominant luxury vehicle manufacturer in Russia called 'Doyarka.' Doyarka is most well-known for its tough off-road trucks and cruiser motorcycles. I'm shocked by these flooding achievements the company has attained. Mister Rusco Andreyev proposed a job for me in his company. I can't believe it. This is real, right? This is real.

Dreams come true Since 2011, Winston has dreamed of attending the national literary award ceremony for Writer of the year and receiving the coveted statuette. That year he registered on the portal proza.ru. Since 2011, he has posted his poems on proza.ru and still continues to create in the style of Joseph Brodsky, because thanks to Joseph Brodsky, he fell in love with the poetry and poetry of the master of the 20th century. Among other things, one head of creative projects at the University liked Winston's poems very much, calling them mood poems, and she even invited him to play in a University play. Winston rehearsed a bit, but in the end he turned down the role, considering it more impor

“He just has this insane attitude of disobeying me. I knew it was Denis but he wouldn’t believe me! He messed things up for himself not for me!” “I don’t understand, Denis? You mean his wife, was the one you saw, thought she was dead.” Odin graced his butler with a fiery glance and grumbled, “Adam you are too old and you are too slow for my liking, didn’t you get the little logic?” He hissed and his lips twisted in a dangerous smile. “Denis’ descendant, reincarnation....how sweet. It should be nice killing her again....” He laughed sardonically.

My mouth opened countless times, closing and opening, no, I couldn't accept that, so I was going to leave it explicitly. Oh yes, of course Christmas, I sold myself to Santa Claus, which was more than a doll I got, when I sold myself, Even though right now, all I wanted was a taste other than the bruises on my body that Nikolai was real. In addition to a good snow day on a cosy morning, with the strategy of having a good Christmas, sleeping all day. And what more than that necklace to prove it? A man who seemed to have a lot of money, like a king, but who was Nikolai Dostoyevsky, or Nikolai D. ?

he says as he slowly caresses my cheek and places one last kiss on my lips. Russell ✨✨(Third Person POV~ Russell stands by the entrance to the locker rooms, his nerves are in full course as he feels the adrenaline and vertigo crazed inside his body. His hands clammy and a shiver runs through his spine. He closes his eyes and sighs, tilting his head back, and concentrates on calming himself down. )✨✨

“ The question on your minds should be who is next because it could be this fucker who is on the floor or any one of you. “ I looked around the room to see who looked tensed and I noticed it was everyone. They were all scared someone had said their name even though they were not guilty. “ Please, spare me! I told you everything-“ The man who was kneeling started to speak but Nikolai shot him in the head. “ He was annoying, “ he said as he stepped over the bodies and walked towards me. As he approached, all I saw was the blood on his body that belonged to other people. I wondered what kind of a man I had married and let into my bed. He was crazy because he killed with no remorse or hesitation