Irina Spalko の小説・ストーリー

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.

“You look lethal as always.” She smiled, slow and sharp, and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Nico Black. Still collecting beautiful things, I see.” Her eyes slid to me, assessing. “And this must be the wife everyone’s whispering about.” “Aurora,” I said, extending my hand. Her grip was firm, cool. “Irina Volkov, pleasure.” The name hit like a quiet bell. Volkov. Russian roots, heavy money, the kind of family that made even the Blacks play careful. Nico treated her like an equal, not a trophy, not a threat to manage, an equal.

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.