Irina X Karasuma Novels & Stories

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.

Realizing she forgot to ask who they were, she added, "What did you say your names were again? If I am to coordinate with you, I should probably have your call cards." "The name's Mary Rafael. I travel through space and time," Mary reached out her hand for Claudine to shake. Claudine shook it firmly. From behind Mary, Kara waved again, "Kara Rey. The other reincarnator." "And I'm Will Simon. Just your regular handsome jock." Mary threw him a sharp look, and Will stopped grinning. "We'll go check on you tomorrow again," Mary said, "Watch out for any suspicious-looking individuals. We've identified one of the Cleaners that are after you, actually."

Barbara screamed as she was about to finish the pleasure she felt. "Crazy women," Irina said. She immediately took out her phone to make a video to deceive Barbara. Barbara was sweating all over. She immediately went to the bathroom to clean her body. Charles took the money that was in Barbara's bag. He kept the money in his trouser pocket and then barged into the bathroom to repeat their intimacy. Irina was disgusted to see Charles dating an old woman like Barbara. She could not imagine that Charles was with her mother. Imagining the young Charles, she thought of Luna. Irina was disgusted with her father.

) she pressed her naked body up against my back. Irina ( Playing dirty I suppose, you see, what Irina wants, Irina gets, every single time and you mon ami are what I need, Goddess just look and feel all this muscle! ) Kai ( Please take your body and hands off of my mates body and leave while I'm asking nicely ) Irina ( Why won't you turn and look at me and then tell me if you still want me to leave hmm ) I turn and look her in the eyes, not even looking any lower, neither me or Daemus cares for what she's got going on below her neck.

I asked, worried about her silence. Irina was the goddamn prettiest woman I knew. At twenty-one, she stunned with shoulder-length black hair and blue eyes so deep they were almost purple. She carried this aura of sadness on her shoulders. “Would you believe me if I said I’ve had an undead lover or two?” Both Sammie and I nodded, hanging on her every word and eagerly waiting for more information. She smiled with that heart-shattering sadness she had perfected. “It’s true. I have.”

She showed herself polite and kind, trying to maintain her composure even as the tension between their bodies threatened to overflow. Dmitry sometimes leaned in, murmuring something too close to her ear just to see her shiver. “I’m driving you crazy, aren’t I? Fuck it, you’re mine.” Irina Vasiliev, Alpha of the Velkanov clan, greeted her with a curious smile. “You must be very special for Dmitry to make an exception and bring you here.” Susan smiled, slightly flushed, but Dmitry answered first. “She is more than special.” “She is my addiction.” Ivan Volkov approached.

I covered my mouth in shock at what she just did to Marisse who's stunned as well. “You're his cousin, right?” Irina said in a sharp voice. “Why not instead of correcting your cousin's mistake, you’re even tolerating it.” A smirk formed in Irina’s lips. “I hope you get karma pretty soon, you fucking bitch!” Irina turned her back on Marisse, but her eyes averted to Hunter before she walked in grace and confidence. I slowly made my way downstairs with Ember helping me. “Are you okay, Sky?” Ember asked in a concerned voice.

Dying. It was the silver chain that tormented her. “See what happens when you ignore me?” Irina’s voice was full of contempt as she grinned in front of the camera, knowing I was watching them even though I was off cam, “See what you are doing to me, Alec Aoki!?”

He got out of the car and opened the door for me. "No, it didn't bother me. Why should it?" I said irritably. I got out of the car and stood in front of him. He suddenly backed me up against the car. His icy grey eyes bored into mine. "Admit it, Davis. You are jealous of the unknown girl who taught me everything. You wish you were the first, don't you?" he said, staring at my lips. "No I don't, you arrogant asshole. I could care less," I said in a not so confident tone. For some reason, he was making me nervous again.

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.