Irina Spalko Novels & Stories

Her posture was immaculate, her shoulders squared and chin lifted as she met my eyes. “Here, in case you didn’t get one.” She gave me a purely polite smile, one that seemed to be perfected over the years. The smile was of pure professionalism, one that offered nothing but polite conversation. She was one of the contestants here to win, I noticed. It was easy to tell the difference between those here to win, and those here for the adventure of Iridian. She had that same competitive glint in her eyes as Abel, Liliana, and many of the other contestants.

She asked him instead. “I’ll find my fellow mermen here.” “Suit yourself.” She said. “Just take care of Yntreia. I’ll see you later.” She followed Margarette as they went through the thick crowd. She saw a lavishly dressed Kapre smoking his famously favored tobacco. There were also heavily armored Dwarves, having a contest in arm wrestling. She caught glimpse of some winged women called Harpies, circling above ground. They kept on going until they reached the Virsathen’s tree trunk.

Arla added. "Common not you too, she already apologized," I frowned. "I know that, my point is that you shouldn't paint her as a totally great sister when she isn't." "Fine, I get your point." "What's your problem? Do you have an issue with me?" Irina sneered at her. "I definitely have a problem with you, rira," Maya glared back at her, not backing down. "It's Irina, Maya," Naya whispered. "Why should I care," Maya hissed, unbothered and Irina gritted her teeth in anger. If there was one thing Irina hated, it was people spoiling her name.

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.

‘regards to him-‘ She read in her mind what he’d dared to say. “Mum-“ Zach interrupted her thinking. “What?” She responded at the clasp of her attention. “there’s a party tonight and i want to go. With a friend” He stammered weirdly, whilst his mum arched her brows at this development. They’d only been in Paris for three weeks and earlier today, she’d found him smiling at the walls, she knew it was a girl- -but she thought it was a girl from school, that the love capital of the world was in action, unbeknownst to her that it was one, they both couldn’t see- Irene. Katharina Stones, her real name.

Mikhail may be the best spy in the pack, but he also has that innocent side you wouldn’t see in him at first glance. “So, what’s the plan?” I asked. “Aside from your awful whining about your sister, she was also referred by you as an attention-seeker,” Irino started, laying his idea to everybody to start. “Bitch... an attention-seeker bitch,” I corrected Irino. “If you need to say it, spit straight out facts and don’t leave anything.” “Agreed! You can also call her a narcissist flirt,” Svetlana commented. “She flirted with Alexei before. If I were Aera, I would already have whacked them both and made sure that they never sunlight ever again.”

my voice broke. She stopped short of my bedside, her disgusted gaze lingering on me longer than it had ever had. "Is that how to bow to your Luna?" Fiona barged through the door fangs baring. "You omega wenches need to be taught better." "Fiona?" Luna Estella cut in harshly. "No foul words in my presence." Fiona bowed courteously, the sides of her ball gown lifting into the air. "Forgive me mother." Estella Rydor and her daughter Fiona, the two most powerful women in the Silverpine pack, and the most dangerous.

I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..." "Mortal!" The guard puppet beside him said, which made me look at it. Well, I guess it's better that I am tagged as a mortal. I can keep a low profile. "Your dress looks like that of a witch." The guard smiled at me and turned to face Feirro, who was standing beside me. "My name is Feirro Erickson, and I'm from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a werewolf!" The guard puppet looked at him and verified, "Werewolf!"

She was right, something doesn’t feel right. “ No, I just.. I’m not a fan of alphas” he explained giving her a small smile “ oh.. well I’m technically Luna so you can talk to me I guess. But you do have to respect Erik as your alpha. I can not stop him from punishing you for such you might be my brother but you are still a new pack member” that’s my girl. A chuckle escaped my lips as she put him in his place a lot nicer than I would have.

IRINA I waited a few seconds, hoping Miron would correct himself. Hoping I'd misheard him. He'd mispronounced his name, and I wouldn't be at peace if I had to question his identity. I signed the contract, and I'd vouched for my professionalism, but not at the cost of completely changing my identity. “I’m not Serena, I’m Irina Miller,” I said, as Miron didn’t seem to have any intention of correcting his line of words.