Irina Denali Novels & Stories

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

Just when we're about to get to the main house, Irina pauses and then curses in Russian. “That daughter of a bitch, what's she doing with my brother??” I lift my head to see Nikolai walking with a lady. She is strawberry blonde and clinging unto him like a tattoo. She's wearing a short dress, very short and the fact her cleavages are open does not sit well with me at all. I can literally see the top of her breasts from where I stand!! Then what about Nikolai who's standing so close to her? I don't want to imagine how much he's seeing.

"I know." "Then why are you talking to her?" Elena turned. "Because she knew my mother. Because she knew Nadia. Because she's the only person in the world who can tell me what really happened." Mira was quiet. The woman spoke. "My name is Irina," she said. "I'm your aunt. And I've been running from Margaret my whole life." "Why now?" Elena faced her. "Why come out of hiding now?" "Because Margaret is dead. Because Alexei is dead. Because the empire is crumbling. Because there's nothing left to be afraid of."

Just like the men, I stare at her completely captivated. Irina Obraztsov was the first friend I made in America. She’s a year older than me and immigrated from Russia to pursue a singing career. She is one of the most confident, self-assured women I’ve ever met. She can come off as abrasive, and harsh, but she’s just got a zero-tolerance policy for bullshit – or what she deems bullshit. She’s not everyone’s cup of tea but considering everyone in West Hollywood is either lying or kissing someone’s ass, her direct – and at times brutal – honesty, is a breath of fresh air.

"No unmated females matching that description. I checked the Baranovs, the Petrovs, every pack that attended the gala." Dmitri's jaw tightened. "And?" "Nothing." Irina looked genuinely sorry. "Either she's not registered with any pack, or she's using a different name. It's like she vanished." Dmitri stood and walked to the window. From here, he could see south toward Velgorod, toward the city where he'd met her and lost her in the same night. "Keep looking," he said. "Dmitri—"Said Irina "Keep looking."Dimitri said

" Taking the shortcut, they soon found themselves in front of the pond. -"That's it, milord, it's this way," she said, pointing towards the crossroads. “ Please call me Ivan. After all, you have rescued me from great embarrassment.” Without warning, he took her hand and kissed the tips of her fingers, wagging the tail of his omega at the same time. “May I know your name?” “Eden... But I'm called Deni , most of the time. -"Deni," he repeated dreamily. “You are delightful!”

I said. "I did and it was kind of unique. Perhaps that's why I couldn't forget it so easily. I meant to say that, the lady with her has a ' N ' pack on her hand. The left one at that…," Mira stated, giving us a knowing look that I guess none of us understood. "How does it relate to the fire..?" I asked, frowning. "I heard that only the royals of Nikolai's have that mark. Derrick has it too and…," Anya answered, trying to piece the pieces. "She's Cathleen Donavon.," Derrick interfered.

Ingrid was a little hesitant to obey her alpha’s order since her health was at stake, and considering the fact that she just returned from a warfare and was supposed to eat healthy foods to help revitalize her system. “Yes, alpha.” Ingrid, who was in no position to question her alpha’s orders quietly replied, and started her way to the kitchen. “On second thoughts, I think I’ll like to have chilate de pollo (a fiery chicken soup) for lunch.” Isabel’s voice halted Ingrid in her tracks. “Still… Don’t forget my bottle of tequila.” She concluded through mind link before heading upstairs. She needed something hot and spicy as her emotions were all over the place. She needed something to keep her

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.