Nadia Russian Doll Novels & Stories

He says, and the door shuts behind him. I bring the box out and set it on the bed and pulling it out I look at the clothes, it's a black sleeveless blouse with glitters that I can tell wouldn't cover much on my skin and the other pair is a red mini skirt that would hardly reach my thigh and there red stilettoes about four inches high with diamonds designs on them. I hold them up in my hands. "Who the hell wears this on a date?" I ask in annoyance. Whore does.

~Raxon~ I sat behind the desk in my private study, staring blankly at a glass of amber liquid I hadn't even touched. The mansion was really quiet lately, but that was better than all the noise. Then, the big wooden door opened slowly without a knock, and I felt my jaw tighten. Nadia stood in the doorway, looking like a real ghost. Her eyes were swollen, her clothes were wrinkled, and she looked so delicate I felt a sudden urge to snap at her just to see if she would break.

“ I’m glad all of you are okay. I’m okay too as you can see. I was able to torture some details from a certain traitor and his wife. That will teach all the dons that they can’t mess with me. The body parts I sent to each of them are enough. The issue of the Russians is far from over. If anything, they are stronger than ever. We need a plan. “ He said Before any of us could speak, Anabelle walked into the room and smiled at Nikolai. “ Speaking business when you just got here? At least rest a little. Come on, let’s go eat while you tell me what you have been up to. “ She said. Like a starved dog, Nikolai let go of my waist and walked to her. She looped her arm around his elbow and guided him

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

After roughly 5 minutes I hear the bell ring and when I open the door it's Rosa and she's breathing heavily. 'Um Rosa did you run here?' 'Well yeah you need to get ready come on' she grabs my hand and takes me upstairs. She then hands me a black dress. It was sleeveless and short. 'I am not wearing that Rosa look at that thing.' 'That thing is called a dress now go get dressed.' I did what boss lady told me and she then made me sit down and she did my makeup after she was done I got to look at myself in the mirror and I looked very pretty.

That stunned me, and a bad feeling slowly rose in me. He continued, "My boss, George… has problems getting it up. The doctors said that it's psychological. I just need you to play along and pretend to be a doll and help him restore his manliness. Once this is done, I'll become the manager of the entire department." My eyes widened incredulously, unable to believe my ears. I sternly reprimanded him, asking in retort, "What do you think I am? Some sort of tool for you to use?"

While Adham sat smiling in the living room chair, pondering this strange coincidence and the even stranger resemblance between them; Naomi came out into the living room, holding the two glasses. She sat in the chair facing Adham. He extended his hand to take a glass from her, and she took it from him, taking a sip. Naomi drank from her glass, and it seemed as if she had just grasped an idea when her eyes gleamed as she lowered the glass from her lips. She placed the glass on the table, looking somewhat lost in thought. Adham said, as if reading Naomi's thoughts, "I was surprised by this resemblance between you. If a con artist wanted to swindle me, he could use you both." Naomi raised her he

I whispered, my voice swallowed by the fog. I reached out through the mindlink, desperate for the warmth of my mate’s presence. Devon? Are you still there? Nothing. The link was a cold, severed wire. I was truly alone. "You made it! Dear Luna..." The voice slithered over my skin like an ice cube. I spun around to find Nadia standing just a few feet away. She looked like death's own herald. Her hair was long and as dark as a fresh grave, flowing over a head-to-toe black leather outfit that seemed to absorb what little light remained. She stood with her arms folded, her eyes that horrific, soulless black—the calm before the storm of her red rogue gaze.

Two days since the cracks in Natasha’s carefully painted reality started showing. I stood by the cider table, arms crossed, scanning the crowd. That’s when I saw her. Nadia. Of course. She was dressed like she’d stepped out of a fashion blog,in a high-waisted trousers, a silk blouse the color of old money, and her signature “I’m better than you but pretending not to be” smile. She moved through the crowd like she owned it, which was almost impressive considering no one here actually liked her. She waved at people. Kissed cheeks. Made sure everyone saw her.

He greeted with such enthusiasm. "Nial, do you have any new releases?" Nadia greeted back. The attendant, named Nial, nodded as he pulled a rack out of thin air and showed Neo and Nadia new releases of clothes for both girls and boys. "Of course! We always have new releases!" Nadia squealed like a girl then removed her hold from the two kids as she excitedly went to the rack and chose multiple dresses that will fit Alesteria. Seeing Nadia's excited face, Ich smirked at Alesteria as she slowly pales; seeing the dresses picked by Nadia slowly towering her.