Irina Dxd Novels & Stories

I did not expect an answer to my rhetorical question, but it nevertheless followed: “You, Irina, are in the Dark World, the empire of Iri'es'shar, in the palace of my son Oer Dakhar, in a room reserved specifically for the eskh. “I haven’t heard about this Sugar of yours or whatever it is, but I know about everything else. Smiling, Soera Daara looked at me with interest in her eyes, as if evaluating, after which she said: -Curious. And you, Irina, are not as simple as I thought at first. You are gifts, and besides, you are a harna. -What? I asked completely without understanding what was going on. “I say: you are darah, that is, impudent, and harna is obstinate,” Daara explained to me.

She asked taking a quick glance over at me “ I have a mate, her name is cherry.” Ryan smiles “ Cherry like the stone fruit ? That’s so cute!” She smiles “ What about you?” She asked Creed “ no I’m not seeing anyone unless you count my pillow I see her every night” he winked She giggled “ gross” she said making the throwing up sound “ and you?” Creed asked me “ me? No, I don’t have anyone.” I said focusing on the road “ make a left after that stop sign” she said looking at me with sad eyes

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

Anna — the Anna who sang off-key in the shower and folded her hands when she slept and had been carrying an enormous secret for two years — had apparently been carrying an even larger secret for considerably longer than that. A daughter. In New Zealand. Asking for help. "How old do you think," Sasha said again. “six i guess," Irina said, before she'd fully processed that she was saying it. Neo and Sasha both looked at her. "Six?" Sasha repeated. "I meant—" Irina stopped. "I meant — I'm guessing six. Based on nothing. Just a feeling." Sasha looked at her for a moment with an expression that decided not to examine that sentence too closely and was making a wise call.

The distant scent of cherry blossoms on the alpha's clothes was being wiped away with the disgusting scent in front of him. Xavier snarled at the loss of the scent. He wanted that comforting scent of Vernon's and wished he could wash off this disgusting scent on his body. A heavy weight fell on his lap and his eyes snapped up to find Irina grinding on him. Soft moans that were meant to entice an alpha sounded horrible to Xavier's ears. It wasn't Vernon's moans. “I can give you so much more, alpha,” Irina breathed out. “I can give you a son or more. Better than what your whore can do. Money, status, a higher step in society. Anything that you want to achieve, I can help you with it.”

She doesn't even need any explanation but had no choice to just listen and Mira sat up straighter. “XD consist of 6 handsome men. They are Suhoo, Kai, Jun, Dion, Sean, and Byun. XD debuted in 2012. And what's great, each one has its own set of talents. They are very charismatic, especially Jun.” Mira made her delusion even higher. Incessantly smiling, “Hei! You really don't know them? Are you kidding? We work in an industry close to them, you know!” Hyomi struggled again on her computer. Getting ready for work, “Of course I know! But it's not that detailed.”

But my breath was caught when I saw them—Damon was standing with my sister's hand. I was stunned. My chest tightened. "What is going on?" I asked sharply. Damon stood before me, his face serene. "Ravina, I was going to tell you." "Tell you what?" I asked, my voice sharp. He tightened his hold on my sister's hand. "Amira's condition is not good. The healer tells me she won't last much longer." I stared at my sister. She was thin, white. But there was something else in her eyes.

Though that friendship once blurred into a three-day drunken sexcapade, that had never been repeated. From what Rios knew, Irina had clawed her way up through arms deals, oil kickbacks, and private military contracts, which eventually earned her father's approval. She was ruthless and charismatic, with ties to oligarchs, hackers, and the ex-KGB. Rios could also recall how wild she had been in bed. “Hello, Rios,” she greeted him in that thick Russian accent of hers. “Hello, Irina! Long time no see.” She gave Rios a light kiss on the lips. Then they walked toward the venue, chatting quietly.