Irina X Karasuma Novels & Stories

Cosimo would hear our conversation if I called her. So I typed a brief email instead, hoping he wouldn’t catch what I was up to. Hi. How are you doing? I was wondering if you could do me a favor. I need background information on a certain Irina Vlad. She’s in close relations with the Medici family, she does modeling in Florence, and she’s a Romanian national. That's all I know. Dig up the skeletons in her closet, will you? Looking forward to your reply. Regards, Tamira.

I noticed the two females they were with, and I already sensed they were the mates of these alphas. “Hello, glad to finally meet you. I heard a lot about you, Nyra, right?” One of them with bright brown eyes said. I offered a smile at her, “Yes.” “I am Irina. you can also call me Arya. Guess who my mate is there?” She had brown luscious hair and brown eyes. I couldn’t help but admire her rough but beautiful features. I guessed and pointed at the tall man with tattoos and ear piercings, “I think you are Alpha Kai’s?”

Even the lingerie felt as though it had been custom-made for her body. A disturbing thought crossed her mind – how did Nicolai know her sizes so precisely? She pushed the question aside, not sure she wanted to know the answer. Before she could dwell on it further, there was another knock at the door. Before she could respond, a different woman entered – older than Katya, with a no-nonsense air about her. "Good evening, Dr. Russo," she said briskly. "I am Irina. I'm here to do your hair and makeup."

"Oh, but you probably don't know yet—Chad's real love is back. Guess the outsider's finally getting kicked out." Before Amelia could respond, another woman stepped out of the car. She wore a simple white dress, her eyes sparkling with warmth. Long hair framed her porcelain skin, and her understated look—no jewelry, no fancy extras—only made her elegance stand out more. It was Amelia's first time seeing Irina. Five years of a broken marriage, five years of waiting for something that never came—none of it had touched this woman. No wonder Chad could never let her go. Irina walked over, gently tugging on Yara's arm. Her voice was soft. "Yara, don't say that. She's still your sister-in-law."

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!

" Just wait and watch.” Suddenly a glass dropped on the floor. The sound made me flinch. I turned and saw Irina standing there, frozen, staring straight at me. What is she doing here? I asked myself. “Who is she?” Catarina asked, her eyes narrowing. “She’s Isabella,” I said with a small smile. Catarina shook her head. “No… that’s not Isabella.”

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.

I’m the last to shake his hand and introduce myself. “Jareth” he nods, his voice much smoother than the giant mans. “Hi I’m Iris” I take his hand that he offers me to shake, our eyes connect and its then I notice the slight purple tint. Not as purple as my own more blue if that’s possible but never the less a purple tint. He seems to be looking at mine with just as much interest. I almost forget that there are other people with us when Johnny clears his throat just as the man did to us before and I chuckle \forgetting how possessive wolves are.

The kitchen was stale with the scent of cleaner, most likely used just hours ago. I was yanked from my thoughts when a flash of orange passed my eyes. Sasha Burnette stormed into the kitchen, her eyebrows pressed together and lips set tightly. Clutched in her hands was the one piece of paper I’d remember for the rest of my life; an invitation to Iridian.

The blonde woman screamed as she ran towards Karish, her breasts bouncing up and down with each step. "Meli!" Karish replied with a big smile on her face. I saw the blonde woman jump in Karish's arms and wrap her legs around his waist. WHO THE FUCK IS IT! I screamed in his face.