Nadia Russian Doll Novels & Stories

I can only hope they change their tune when they realize that Nadia is my mate. “Olga, if you had let me finish what I was going to say instead of rudely interrupting me and spouting lies to your Alpha. Then I would have been able to inform you that I know exactly where my slave is as she’s been with me the entire night in my bed where she still is.” I move and open the door wider so that Olga can see Nadia in bed. Nadia is now sitting up leaning against the headboard. No doubt the knocking and us talking woke her. Nadia is smart she has her long chocolaty hair covering her mark and the sheets are covering her naked body. Nadia smiles awkwardly at Olga.

“You know how much work I put into this one? You know for this, I've been preparing my whole life? Do you know I'm going to be successful? But now everything has failed, it's all because of you! Nadia, it would be better to strangle you the moment you were born! Mira Aura's eyes widened, she seemed to have lost her mind. Nadia is very afraid of her appearance. She tried to yank her hand away from her grandmother's, but there was no way out. "Mom, I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Nadia said chokingly as she struggled to escape. Mira Aura grabbed her wrist with all her might, the force getting stronger and stronger. During the struggle, Nadia staggered, rolling down the stairs... Everything happened

The door stood ajar. Inside, Nadia sat in the rocking chair we had bought before Elena was born. She held Elena's favorite stuffed wolf, the gray one with button eyes that Elena had named Moon. Nadia rocked back and forth in rhythm, her arms cradling the toy like it was flesh and blood, her lips moving in silent words I couldn't hear. My heart shattered into pieces scattering across the floorboards that had heard Elena's laughter, her running footsteps, her squeals of joy when we chased her before bedtime.

He sleeps for twenty-six minutes. Nadia times it on a cracked analog watch clipped inside her pocket. The glass is scratched white near the edge. The second hand sticks at the six, trembles, then jumps two marks at once. "Bad watch," Sarah says. "Bad time," Nadia says. Sarah accepts that. "Whose?" I ask. Nadia looks at the watch like she forgot it was hers. "Clinic drawer." "You stole it?" "Borrowed from nobody living."

Nadia has nothing except a five year old son and a secret she has been keeping for years. When Ezra shows up at her door she isn't surprised. She's just tired. He came for answers. She has none that will satisfy him. And caught in the middle is a little boy who deserves better than what's coming.

It was my next door neighbour Ahmed. “Oh hey Ahmed,” I tried to pretend I wasn’t completely naked. “Hey Harper, there’s some super scary Russian dude outside and he wants you to talk to him or?” He trailed off. “Do you want me to call the police?” I shook my head. “No thank you. He’s my friend.” He nodded and gave me a little wave as I shut the door. Really Dimitri? Luckily I had calmed down now and threw on a pair of leggings and a crop top. I looked at the time 1am, great my neighbours were going to love me. I grabbed my keys and walked downstairs, when I opened the main door he saw me and looked surprised his plan had even worked.

Rivera's behavior is grating on my last nerve, and this disrespect is pushing the boundaries of what I can endure. Isabella chuckles softly, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "Aren't you the formidable Nadia Volkova, the Iron Orchid?" My grip tighten against my core as frustration fills my voice. " Of course I am. It's just almost impossible to believe that the Japanese would threaten me with those lives."

“My fiancée.” The room seemed to freeze. Not because of the announcement, but because this was the first time anyone had seen Theodore bring a woman into his inner circle. The power dynamics were shifting, but this new revelation left everyone stunned. Victor Thatcher, Theodore’s uncle, immediately seized the opportunity to challenge the situation. He stepped forward, eyeing Nadia with suspicion. “Your fiancée?” he repeated, his voice dripping with disbelief. “Tell me, where do you come from?” Nadia’s smile remained flawless, her voice calm and controlled. “I’m from Russia.”

He was taller than her even though she wore five-inch stilettos, so, clearly, his turmoil was an emotional battle and not a physical one. “Oh, good,” Nadia said with a charming Russian accent, waltzing toward us. “I do not know how I forget how long the drive here is every time.” She pursed her lips. “Though usually, I am not alone, and I do think they say time flies when you are having fun.” I was going to vomit. Literally.

Her final, twisted "thank you." *** Later, I heard Sienna left Rivera once her probation was up. She never touched the frozen trust fund. Chose to live her own way instead. Rumors said she'd been seen out in the sticks, teaching kids art and music. A volunteer. A ghost of the girl she used to be. I thought of her smile—and without meaning to, pulled out my phone. On a dark web forum, I started a new post. [Coma doll. Young. Stunning. $500/hr.]