Igor Scamper Novels & Stories

, Alan said. “Who is this?”, Alessio asked. “His bossom friend. His weakness is women so he has many women for you to play around with and get all the information on him that you can. I've heard that he is an idol worshipper and that the reason he seems unbeatable is because of his gods. There has to be a loophole somewhere, find it”, Alan said. “Igor the business is simple. Should he leave Nigeria without being caught, which is very possible, he will be on his way to Russia. Position yourself, he will be needing you if he wants to successfully push drugs across the globe”

Chapter 28. *.* When they got to the place where they could see the last zombie that was carrying his bag over his shoulder and was looking ahead like the other zombies were doing, they stopped. Igor crept back to meet the pace of Willow. "Hey, you have to stay here and do not make a sound. If I am caught, do not come out. Get that?" He whispered as she nodded. She was too scared to object this time. "If a rodent run past you, please, try not to yell. Are we good?" She nodded as he gave her a thumbs up and crept away.

I'd strategically blocked it earlier, knowing he might forget about it. I knew Jake's password but had never snooped before. He trusted me completely. I unlocked it easily and spotted the Reddit icon on his home screen. My heart pounded as I opened the app and navigated to his profile. When I saw that familiar username, it felt like the floor had dropped out from under me. It really was him. He was even boasting in the comments about his clever scheme! So he was the one trying to scam me for money, and he was the one with HIV. But we'd both had medical check-ups. How could this be possible?

And family was a subject Esmeray yearned to bury in her past along with the persistent nightmares that plagued her mind. Up close she could see that Igor had the same green eyes as Vladimir but a shade lighter but besides that, there was nothing familiar between them. Igor was a giant who had a warning written on his forehead in a neon color that the man could break you like a bloody stick if you even dare to greet him. He seemed like a man who ate cute puppies for breakfast. He had a strong jaw hidden behind the veil of a light beard. His nose was crooked as if it had been broken many times before his body froze in immorality.

Don Ignacio and a Prussian general took their positions in the thicket as they were lying in wait behind the Ottoman ranks. ‘You do not really say much, do you?’ Ignacio said to the Prussian. The Prussian general, Lord Alger von Salier rolled his eyes to the Spanish general and scoffed, focusing on the task at hand. ‘Come, speak. What do you do for fun?’ Still Alger ignored him making Ignacio click his tongue and sit back. ‘What are you doing?’ Alger asked. ‘What do you think? I am resting. Saving my energy for later.’ Ignacio answered rolling his eyes to the side and away from Alger. ‘Since you don’t want to talk, I’ll rest while we wait.’

He went as far as getting plastic surgery to look like Ian and impersonate him! A surge of rage instantly replaced all the pain and despair I had just felt. "Melvin Porter!" I squeezed out through gritted teeth. A flash of unmistakable fear and panic appeared in Melvin's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He even tightened his embrace around Jessica and looked at me as if I were insane. "What nonsense are you spouting? Who's Melvin? I think you've been beaten senseless!" He continued to imitate Ian's tone, saying, "Jessie, don't be afraid. There's no need to pay attention to the words of a lunatic like this."

Igor stepped forward, his earlier jovial demeanor turning quickly into a frown, the levity draining from his expression like a fading sunset. “It was you?” Igor said as he realized Xavier was the mastermind behind his recent ambush. Attempting to regain control of the situation, though a hint of wariness lingered in his eyes, he replied, “What can I say? I'm a cat with nine lives,” a bold smirk trying to reclaim his lost confidence. Xavier nodded, his gaze sharp and penetrating as he responded, his voice low and laced with an unmistakable threat.

She led her gaggle of lackeys over, crowding around me as if I were some kind of freak show on display. "Look who it is!" Rosie said again before covering her nose in an exaggerated manner, as if she'd caught a nasty stench coming from me. "How dare a deliverywoman set foot in Cascadia Hotel? "Where's security? Security! When did this hotel lower its standards so much that you're now letting any random dog off the streets inside? Look how filthy she's made the place!" Her friends immediately jumped in. "I know, right? Look at her. She's all covered in grime. She'd better not mess up the carpet!"

What right did Tristan have to go to Esther's house now? At that moment, his friend, Matthew Hudson, came up with an idea. "Tristan, I just remembered. The Straburgh investment conference is next month. You can attend, representing your company. Since Russell Group is a major player there, they'll definitely be attending. "Esther is a loyal person. You two have been together for eight years, and they've only known each other for a few months. How can he be compared to you?"

He has that irresistible crooked smile and hair I love to ruffle. Igor is a valuable friend and an admirable colleague. He’s a talented doctor, and his charming smile—often appearing lopsided—lights up the room, bringing a contagious lightness. His dark, tousled hair matches his intense gaze, which highlights his bright, expressive eyes, capable of conveying both seriousness and humor.