Katerina Petrova Novels & Stories

she mutters with a weak smile. “I’m not the one you should be grateful to. When you recover, tell it to Liliana. Apparently, she has taken a liking to you.” Our eyes meet for a brief minute before she inclines her head with a deep bow. Looking away from the unkempt woman, my phone beeps just in time. It’s a text from Karmen Petrova, counselor to the Bonanno family. Her duty usually entails keeping the Russian Bratva in check and of course, working a few favors for me. It’s all for a small price I used to love indulging in.

Broken and bleeding and real. The bookshop door opened. Katerina walked through it like she owned the space. Her weapon was drawn. Professional. Cold. Two operatives flanked her, their expressions blank. Katerina looked at Anastasia, and something moved across her face. Something that might have been love. Might have been regret. Might have been both dying at the same time. "I'm sorry," Katerina said. "Victoria gave me no choice." Anastasia stepped in front of Lena and Dominic and Sable. She faced Katerina directly, and her expression was calm in a way that terrified everyone in the room.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

he asked me. Stanley’s POV Since, my contact with Kate I have been trying to put two and two together, I discovered that her parents might not be as simple as everyone think. Moreover, from a psychological point of view I think she suffered from PTSD. “Her dad is a Syrian American and her mom is a Belgian. They died when she was eight years old. Her full name is Kate Zainab Omar.” Emma’s POV “Wow! I don’t even that much” I said with excitement. “Why does that name Zainab sounds so familiar?” I asked Stanley.

"Bonded by fate. She can no more betray me than I can betray myself." "Your bond isn't complete," Katerina Morozova countered. The Northern Russian Alpha had lost her mate tonight... he'd been killed during the Prague attacks, their children kidnapped. She had every right to her rage. "Her immunity is failing, not failed. For all we know, she's still playing both sides."

Alex said spitting mouth full of saliva on bare and bruised chest of Katina who now busy catching her breath while lying completely naked on bed under Alex, Katina was a high profile Russian prostitute and best in her line of business, she was in New York for providing her pleasure service to Alex in return for tons of money. “You all are same.. Fucking useless Sluts…. Why aren’t any of you whores are able to calm my fucking dick…?” Alex questioned Katina by cruelly pulling her right blossom “Aahhh… sir… No.. please don’t.. yo.. you are very tough… I am… I am sorry” Katina literally cried in pain because of Alex cruelty and apologized for being incompetence in providing her service.

He was grayish colored and a smoke-like substance billowed around him. "Hurry or not I have all the time in this world or the next," he muttered. Against my better judgment, I approached him and sat in the chair provided. "I am Niamh Petrova, daughter of Nikolai Petrova and I am here to bring back my marked mate Lucian Sokolov. He was taken under false claims …well all but the toxin he was infected with by the moon Goddess," I said assuredly and his soulless eyes followed after me giving me goosebumps.

"Don't worry my friend, he signed a non-disclosure agreement, so don't worry about him, you and Hestia don't have to worry about anything." Katya said, wrapping her arms around the woman. "Ohh... And I almost forgot, Hestia this is Elizabeth Karina Oda Belov my wife, and wifey this is Hestia Katana Astaril the crown Princess of Greece and also Hecate's beloved." Katya said introducing us. I smiled and gently presented my hand to her, She gladly accepted my hand and speaks. "It's nice to meet you, Princess..." Elizabeth said. "Please, call me Hestia. No need to call me that. And it's nice to meet you, Mrs. Belov"

"Looks like she made the right call." "Your mother didn't make any right calls," Marcus said harshly. "She destroyed dozens of lives pursuing a vendetta against our family. And you're continuing her work like a good little soldier." "Careful, old man," Katerina warned. "I have twelve hostages who'll die if you insult me again.” "But why?" Katerina demanded. "Why would Mother lie about something like that?" "Because," Nathan said, stepping forward, "Margaret Petrovna Volkov is a sociopath who

Percy looked down at the beautiful red hair with grey eyes and light freckles on the screen, she goes by the code name Katya, a gamma, five foot eight. " Good, " he muttered to himself swiping left to reveal another assassin, a female again this one has a long straight platinum blonde cut down to her shoulders and icy green eyes. She looked sweet and deadly at the same time if that was possible and the name under her image says, Siren, a beta. " Okay, " Percy says accepting her before swiping left again.