Istriku Novels & Stories

Red strings connected various pieces of information, forming a web of information. “This is who we are against,” Victor said, pointing to a photograph of a man with a scar on his cheek. “His name is Sergei Volkov. He controls one of the largest underground organizations in Eastern Europe. He’s been trying to weaken my operations for years.” “And what does that have to do with me?” Olivia asked, her voice trembles. Victor’s jaw tightens. “Because Sergei believes you are my weakness. He thinks if he can get to you, he can get to me.”

She let out a frustrated groan as she looked up in the shelf and saw it there. “Just great!” she muttered to herself. She had thought searching for the spice was bad enough, but finding it in the shelf was even worse because that’s where she hated most in the kitchen. She let out a huff and stretched out her arm to reach for the jar, but failed miserably. She muttered some curse words before giving it another try. Standing up on her toes, she tried to reach for the jar a second time, her fingers barely touching it. Then she felt a hard chest pressed against her back, Ian’s fingers slightly brushed her before gracefully bringing down the spice jar.

“Anyway, there’s an island in this map called ‘Ostrigum Logenis,’ which is Ajenian for ‘The Wooden Door.’” “Really? Where is it?” Ishida asked impatiently. His eyes glowed as he was speaking. “Here, northeast of where we are.” The boy pointed to a long, thin patch of land, an island, on the map. “It seems to be one of the Sassarian Islands.” “To the island of Ostrigum Logenis we go!” Ishida declared. “Hold on tight, Father, I’m coming to find you!”

Zach still held on to her hand as Riley pointed towards the front entrance. Zach kissed Riley at that moment as Eli walked in. There was a loud growl, and in an instant in front of Riley, Zach went flying backward and was held up in the air by one hand while Eli stuck his other out, trying to protect Riley. "Your family has disrespected our family twice now. Why should we stay and help you? Why should we go through with our plans of uniting our packs. She is my mate! She is fated to me! She is my Luna. I should do a lot worse, but we are on your pack lands, and I will respect you and your family. However, you are not welcome around my mate without me present ever again! Do you understand!?"

I frowned as I stared at the pointed nipples that were visible through the tiny white top she was wearing and then inhaled deeply frowning deeper at the faint scent of arousal. Why..... Aha She was wearing the necklace. "I said who are you and why are you staring at my chest you pervert...eyes up here Romeo," she said, snapping her fingers. "I'm guessing your brothers didn't tell you about me. Go figure.. those bastards" I mumbled and walked closer to her.... She gasped but stood her ground staring into my eyes. "Are you gonna answer my question or do I need to stab you with a knife?" She asked "When did you get here? I wasn't aware that Auntie Anna would bring u over so quickly"

Her remaining words found no means of finding utterance when her gaze fell upon the tall individual in front of her. "You must be Zaramanni." His voice caused her more chill than the cold tiles. Zaramanni was readying her feet to take a few steps back and find another route when she noticed his fangs. As she stared at those protruding fangs, she recalled that dreadful night with the rogue vampires. And, Zaramanni instantly turned on her defensive mode. "Wh-what do you want?" she asked, trying to mask the fear she felt. "I am Overlord Zamar, ruler of Skullis."

She was elegance, innocence, seduction and passion, all in one woman, in my wife, my life went on, my business grew bigger than ever, my alliances expanded, I am currently in deals for a very juicy business with the Irish Mafia. I can't deny that I can't stand that green goblin, but my friend Aleksei the leader of the Bratva, is being intermediary in our negotiations, soon I will have to travel to Ireland, next week to be exact, there will be a charity event and I will have to make an appearance to finish our business.

Trist grunted and shouted. "Lilia!" Ynaria exclaimed. Clement became alert, he immediately went to where Trist was when he kicked him in the face, causing Trist to fall. "You're the insane!" Clement scolded Trist. As Ynaria went to where Lilia was, the old woman fell asleep as she was carrying a gunshot wound to the abdomen. "Lilia! Hold on!" Ynaria cried. She tries to lift the old woman, but Lilia's whole body is numb.

I was at my father's funeral, I'd been hit with the realization that my incestuous aunts are going to emasculate the uncle I'd just met before they kill him, and I was talking to a woman with skin the color of well-seasoned Oak, eyes as dark as expresso-roasted coffee beans (so deeply brown they were almost black), a pale turquoise, virtually transparent pretend-burqa, with inner, skimpy clothing bits keeping her barely street-legal and visualizing what our daughter would look like. "I am of Kurdish extraction," she lowered her head minutely. Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding! Not only was a-bed something I was seriously considering with this woman, Estere was a Kurdish name of Old Persian extraction

Thankfully we didn't have to wait long for the announcement. As Andromache was portioning out breakfast, Minos’ voice boomed through the labyrinth. “WELCOME TO THE THIRTEENTH DAY OF THE FESTIVAL! TODAY WE SEND….. PERIBOEA AS TRIBUTE!” Minos declared. I glanced at Hesione and nodded as I stood. “I will collect her and bring her back.” I stated. “May I come? We weren’t exactly close, but our fathers were.” Melite questions standing up. “If you wish.” I nodded, grabbing my ax.