Lena Petrova Novels & Stories

I pointed out. "He is, he's now an affiliate of yours, we're meeting up with him to discuss the work in Argentina and Belize, his name is Artero McNeel, he's from France" she explains. "And what exactly will we be doing with him?" I ask putting emphasis on the we. "He's a friend of Luca's, your father cheated him last year in some stocks and bonds investments, so he's willing to do anything we want" she says with a relaxed smile. This is what I'm talking about, she just smiles.

The 50 candles that I lit didn't go to waste. I kissed her again, before letting the straps of her little black dress fall off her shoulders. I've been looking forward to getting her out of this dress all night. I peeled it off her body and let it fall to her feet. "Do you like it?"She asked."It's a new set." Jamie was referring to the new lingerie set that she was wearing so well. The bra and panties were lilac in colour and they were lace, but anything against her toned and tanned skin was pleasing to the eye.

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.

Sabrina, and Ryza Thomas shared a glance with their narrowed eyes as the venue was filled with hushed mutterings once again. "Let us all welcome, Miss Kamilla Laskin, the daughter of the late Damian Laskin, who served the Petrov family for decades. Mr. Damian Laskin lost his life protecting the first born heir, Mr. Samael Petrov" Applause resonated across the venue, not from the guests, who are too stunned to react, but from the Petrov and Wright families when Kamilla stepped into view. Wearing a nude backless slant ruffle neck sequin gown with a high slit that accentuated her beautiful slender legs with each stride, Kamilla looked ravishing.

I whiff in fulfillment and nod. “You are ready to truly settle down?” Vasil’s eyes go wide. “Lena is someone I have known from birth. The Lass owes me a debt, and she is my key to success.” “You confuse us when you speak about her this way.” Vasil leans against the pillar. “We need clarity,” Boris adds. I have never given them this piece of information, and I shall. “Lena is the daughter of the banished Alpha Svyatoslav Knight, one of the surviving heirs of the Apex lineage.”

I need to remind myself who I’m about to walk into. I open the browser and type his name. Kai Petrova. The first result is a Wikipedia page. I click it. ‘Kai Petrova is an American entrepreneur and designer, founder of Petrova Design Group. In 2020, he was involved in a car accident that resulted in the death of his younger sister, Lily Petrova (14), and left him paralyzed from the waist down. He has since withdrawn from public life.’ There’s a photo at the top. It’s old. From before the accident.

Her slim fitted turtleneck long sleeve dress enchance her petite figure and she has her white leather handbag on her arms as her eyes gaze at him for what seems like a rather long time. Then, a smile curved from her lips and she step forward, stretching her hand towards Abram. "You must be Abram Sviatoslavich. I've heard so much about you. It's like I've already know you before I even meet you." Abram smiled back and shook her hand. "Good things, I hope? I've heard much things about you too Miss Petrova and I'll say, their words on your beauty doesn't do you justice because you are absolutely enchanting."

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.

“I don’t think the Virsathen blessed you as priestess. I have a strong feeling that her intention is different.” Fleetingly, she considered Margarette’s plan of going back to Earth. If only the disturbance in Bronithe didn’t come about, she must’ve been having a long rest on her bed back in Dela Paz. But she had things to do in Lenriad. Travelling by air, they passed by the green pastures of the Shiarre Eugoroa. She also saw the pixie forest, so gloomy and silent. Their next destination was Shasta. Margarette said she felt presence of the Murdathes lingered there.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.