Lena Petrova Novels & Stories

"Access to your private jet. No flight plan filed. And a name. Someone who can get me close to Marcus Vale without him knowing." Anton did not hesitate. He crossed to his desk, scribbled a name and address on a piece of heavy, cream-coloured paper, and handed it to Sabatine. "Lena Petrova. She's a freelance art curator in Geneva. Marcus has been… courting her. He has terrible taste but good aspirations. She's discreet, and she owes me a favour." Sabatine took the paper, their fingers brushing. Briefly, but it was another seal on their bargain.

Before I dial, I let myself consider the risk, briefly. Nikolai’s past is… complicated. The accident left fractures no one fully understands. There are memories he doesn’t have access to, instincts that surface without explanation. And then there’s Anastasia. A name that should mean nothing now. I push the thought aside and place the call. “Mr. Petrov,” I say when he answers. “It’s Larisa.” There it is. The hesitation. The sharp intake of breath. “My lady,” he replies carefully. “This is unexpected.”

After the noise died down, Leonardo continued. “My name is Leonardo Petrova. I do not claim to know what the Petrova lineage signifies. To me, it has always meant privilege and responsibility. It is 300 years of legacy.” “But most importantly, it means that one person who means the world to me.” “My grandparents - Leon Petrova and Katherine Green, passed away before I was born. My mother, Anne Petrova, passed away while giving birth to me. I spent the first few months of my life in an incubator.”

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

“But a program needs maintenance. Updates. Petrova’s release from prison and her disappearance… She's not just a hired gun who delivered a product. She’s the system administrator. She’s here to ensure the program runs to completion, and to adapt if obstacles arise like us discovering the nursery canister.” He pulled up another image blurry traffic camera footage from a petrol station near the English border. A woman with short, dark hair and a sharp, pale face, buying a pre-paid mobile phone and a map. Anya Petrova. The Architect. In the country. “She’s closing in,” Ethan said quietly. “The ultimatum about the documents… that was phase one. A direct test, to see if we’d panic and comply. Whe

She was thin, her dark hair streaked with premature grey despite looking no older than her late twenties, but her eyes held a fierce intelligence that captivity hadn't dimmed. "You're her," she breathed. "The Silver Luna. The one who freed the wolves at the Montana facility." Tears began streaming down her face. "We felt it, all of us felt it when you broke their hold. The guards, they became confused, disorganized. We saw our chance, and we ran." I moved toward her slowly, aware of Kane's protective presence at my back. "You're safe now," I assured her gently. "What's your name?" "Peta," she replied, her voice cracking with emotion. "Peta Thornton. I was taken from the Silver Creek pack twe

“Your job is simple, you are to give the Alpha an heir...” she said, looking the slave in the eye. “And if I can't?” She asked, looking down at her feet. “What happens then?” “You die...” ******************** In a world where a woman's value is only played by her ability to give a child, Serena is tested in a way like no other. Either you can give the Alpha an heir, or you die. But when he turns out to be her mate... the whole game changes.

Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past. Sara grew into a beautiful young woman, with long black hair, long legs, and a full figure. Just like her mother, she never failed to attract attention wherever she went. Can you guess what profession Sara chose? She was studying plastic surgery and was quite a successful student. But for now, let’s go back to Magdalena. Magdalena… A young woman full of life, energy, hope, and sexual desire. The same woman who had committed horrific crimes, who had arranged for her lover to kill her husband, then killed her lover herself, dumped their bodies into a ravine, and burned them both.

She flinched back and submitted. "You're so hot when you're angry. I love it," she said chuckling as she brought her eyes back to mine. I'm sure they're still pitch black because I could see the fear visible on her face, though I know she's trying to hide it. "I, Alpha Tate Dreg banish you, Lisa Youngblood from my pack," the words just flowed from my mouth easily. Like saying hello. I felt Cato grin in victory, but I on the other hand felt kind of bad. She may have been a bitch but she was still a good warrior in our pack.