Lena Petrova Novels & Stories

The name Dmitri gave me is Petra. Not Damon's sister. The other Petra, the one who has been at the compound's communal table for months, the senior crew member whose last name I have had on a personnel file since she was contracted eighteen months ago and whose history I ran through standard checks and found clean. She is thirty-two years old, raised alone by her mother in a city four hours from here. She came to the compound because the affiliate network had a position and she needed work.

Ana says. "Who?" Kat asked with a raised eyebrow. "Who else? If not Trisha!" Ana says and hisses. "That girl can be so stupid, can you imagine she tell her friends everything, especially that stupid one Alexs." Ana hisses. Meanwhile, Kat who was on her way out, but more interested in the gist, seats on random stool. "Talk true! (Say the truth), " Sophia says, taking a puff. "Imagine, that one Alexandra, called me a prostitute to my face," Ana says with a scowl.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

"I asked the manager of this guesthouse I'm staying in. An older woman, from Eastern Europe. Her name is Petrova." I heard Anya take a sharp breath. "Petrova? As in, the family who owns this building? The Petrova Guesthouse?" "Yes. Why? Do you know them?" "Know them? Alex, the Petrovas are a legend in my field. Russian émigrés from the late seventies. Arrived with nothing, built a small empire of properties in this district. Extremely private. Reclusive. The matriarch, the grandmother, was a fascinating woman. A storyteller, a keeper of old secrets. She died about ten years ago. The current Mrs. Petrova is her daughter-in-law, I believe." Anya's words came faster now, tinged with the excitem

he said, not loosening his arm around me. “I am sorry for your loss, Alexei” the man, I assume, Donatello, said, looking at Alexei who nodded. Alexei didn’t remove his arm from around me, and seeing that, I did not try to move “I take it that you found yourself a little mate, however, I am surprised that she is a Lycan, I am sure that she is making herself useful” “I don’t think I asked you for a comment, Donatello” Alexei said, glaring at the man.

She pulled Leah to her feet, dragging her away. My throat clogged with mucus, as Estella made her way to the door, hesitating at the handle. "You are an omega, and henceforth Nikolai's going to have to treat you as one."

"We are hoping to have an answer. We will try to acquire an interview with CEO Timothy Petrov soon" "In addition, the handsome bachelor was seen with the celebrity socialite Miss Sophia Saunters as they came out of the private hangar of the Petrov family" "Curious eyes of the public are now focused on the handsome heir who arrives with the very beautiful and sophisticated Miss Saunters. As we all know, Alek Vasili Wright grew up in front of the public's curious eyes. Son of the famous international model and fashion designer, Alexzia Montes-Wright, Alek Vasili was known for his exceptional criterion for women. Alexzia Montes-Wright has set an unattainable standard for her sons"

"Someone to manage the child on the journey." "Or someone we have not accounted for," Hazel said. Lena had been listening from two steps behind us and she said, quietly, "I know who it is." We all looked at her. She looked at the building. "There was a woman," she said. "In the east side. A few months after I arrived in this city. She used to come to the building, not to see me, I thought she lived there, but I saw her talking to Scott once in the lobby and afterward she looked at me in a way that I filed and did not examine closely enough." She paused. "Her name is Petra. She has worked for Reeve for fifteen years. She manages the things he does not want attached to his name."

It’s time to call Alexei Petrov, the talented young computer specialist who works for me from my base in London. Alexei, in his early twenties, stands at around 5′10″ with a lean and athletic physique. His short black hair is often in disarray, and his piercing blue eyes constantly scan the room with intense focus. His usual attire consists of skinny jeans, a leather jacket, and combat boots. Intricate tattoos adorn his arms, including a circuit board on his left bicep, showcasing his passion for hacking.

The man furrowed his brows in confusion, trying to remember who Petra was and what their relationship was before. Not wanting to appear defeated, Denzel pretended to ignore Petra. "It's not important for me to remember who you are!" "In that case, is Lyyana so important in your life that you remember everything so well?" Petra asked, trapping the arrogant man in front of her. "Let me remind you who I am. I am Petra Benjamin Colton, the little kid you used to bully with insults and all your foolish actions." Denzel was shocked when Petra mentioned his full name. "And if you ask how much for Lyyana, surely the price is very high. And you won't be able to afford it."