Lena Petrova Novels & Stories

I’m not even surprised. Before I could reach the last page, I came to a halt on one picture. Tilting my head, I examined the picture before looking at her information. Something about her seemed different than the rest. Ekaterina Petrov. 20 years old. 5’3. Russian. I couldn’t put my finger on what about her made me stop, but I didn’t have time for it right now. I slammed the folder closed, looking up to find Edgardo still flicking through the pages.

“Even though I could’ve. My army is strong enough now. But I didn’t attack.” “Why?” Alexandro asked. “Because I want peace,” Valerian said simply. “And… because my wife would kill me if I started another war.” Alexandro allowed himself a faint smile. “Your wife… she’s a siren, isn’t she?” Valerian raised an eyebrow. “How did you know?” “I suspected it,” Alexandro said. “The lake… Serena saw something. Someone. That was her, wasn’t it?” Valerian nodded. “Nivera. She’s… complicated. But she’s mine. And yes, I know your wife saw her. I allowed it.”

she answered getting up, "Besides, it's spring, you can use them without roasting like a chicken, you have beautiful legs and they look very long even with your short height, a loose top and you will be pure dynamite." She gave me a greenish top and I was about to put it on when she stopped me in horror. “Please tell me what I see is not a sports bra, because I will kill the person who bought it.” "Well, Alex told me...” "Alex is a fucking hypocrite,” she interrupted, "Fortunately for you and unfortunately for him, they brought me a section of lustful and scarcely woven underwear from La Perla." “Oh, Alex took me there on Monday, but he pulled me out when I asked about a strange piece of clo

6:04 pm Use your charm. 6:05 pm Natasha is a good woman. She's the responsible daughter from the family Sy. She can handle their businesses very well so there's no doubt that she can be a good companion in life too. She's amazing! You'll never regret this day. Meet her okay? Meet her. Good luck sweetie! Love, Mom.

I did so, Robert stepped towards Damon and walked into him, Damon's body spasmed once, twice, then stopped, "Damon?" I questioned, Damon lifted his hands to his face, he felt his own face and then looked down at himself, "Damon?" I questioned again "No, not Damon, Robert" he whispered I nodded with a smile, happy it worked "What now?" I asked "Now it's time for your initiation, ready?" He asked, I nodded "I, Robert Leatherman, council member of the uni-taur coven, announce that you, Anastasia Long, daughter of Edward Long, have the opportunity to join this coven, do you accept?"

Alexis said. “I have no idea too, but you said the password to open the diary was Austria1507, I think there is more to it than just password to open a diary.” Gina said again from her own end of the line. Alexis frowned first, Tommy as well frowned too, they both have the same thought probably running both in their mind. Alexis stands up, her hands support her chin, and she was pacing around the room in a deep thought, she voiced out. “First, Tony and Linda had their fake marriage in Australia, and if I remembered very well, Lucy should be twenty three years old, hence her birthday should be 1999.”

Not for anyone involved. "Petrova, Petter. Both mean the same thing...son of Peter," I said. "Damn it. Mas, slap him upside the head," Nik snarled as the screen switched back to her face. Mas' hand lifted and cuffed the back of my head without a moment's notice. "Thank you. I've been wanting to hit him." "Karine Petrova is a Petter. You said it yourself, their reach is global now." I glared at Mas. The man had hands like steel gloves.

I can feel her slightly tremble and it only adds to my anger. I turn to face that twat bags that are currently surrounded by several of my guards and find my breath lodged in my throat when I realize that the woman is Lola... Lottie's mother... "What the fuck are you doing here?" I growl at her. I'm so angry that I can feel Storm right on the surface but I manage to keep control of him and myself... Well, for now anyway. She looks at me without a flicker of concern and smiles, she fucking smiles! "We both know why I'm here, Alpha Nicholas." Maybe I do but I just don't understand why she would come here after all this time and why is she here with the asshole that rejected Sophie?

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.