Romans & histoires Naomi Sergei

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

I said, reaching for my phone. “What are you saying?” Allen snapped. “This isn't Joan…why would I be sleeping with your wife?” “Then ask her to take off her mask,” I shouted. “She can have the voice but not the face.” Allen turned to the lady. “I am sorry but she can't, this isn't Joan and that is what matters…what are you doing?” I moved closer to the girl but Allen stepped in the way. “She is my mistress…nothing more.” “I can't believe you actually have a mistress…I am putting an end to this charade…I am calling that Old man to explain that his granddaughter didn't do anything.”

His wife came from Skyspring too, and her name was Julie Lowe. The Living Reaper’s disciple took a step forward, and a smile appeared on her emotionless face. “Nice to meet you, Elder Master Phillius. I’m Naomi Lynn, a member of Admiralporium’s eighth division.” Carl asked in surprise, “You’re working for Admiralporium? I never thought that someone like you would be around us.” Naomi smiled gently. “Not many people know that the Living Reaper is my master.” Carl replied with a grin, “I didn’t know either.”

Josephine “-We’ve got a problem.” Sergei’s voice announced through the phone speakers. My pulse thrummed, throwing the covers off my legs with furrowed brows. Sergei always sounded calm and collected but this time, his voice came out in a haste. Pavel’s gaze swept across the room, meeting my eyes briefly before speaking up. “What is it?” “Aleksei Novikov.” He rushed out. “The driver’s ex-navy from the 13th recon. His not just a random man planted, Pavel.”

Ignoring him was the better option. “Her name is Ava…right? Who is she? Where is she? Where's her son? Why is it so difficult for him to tell me anything about her?” And Sergei swallowed hard. She noticed how his Adam’s apple moved up and down blending with his countenance. And that told her all that she needed to know. He knew about this…about her.

Selina pleaded "Selina, calm down. I'll not report you to anybody, you shouldn't be scared of me and feel free to air your views. And my name is not my lady's is Amira . I want you to be free to tell me anything, and I hope I could also tell you anything too and it'll be safe with you." Amira asked. "Yes my lady.. I'm sorry Ami .. Ami..ra" Selina said. "So tell me what you mean by your last words" Amira questioned

Creed explains hopping down the stairs “ Creed one more smart ass remark and you’ll be joining him” “ okay okay” he surrendered We walk over to the cell that has lights on. The rogue is a girl. She looks no older than 15, she has blood stains on her jeans and a few scratches on her arms. Her hair is short and blonde, with bright blue eyes. She looks more terrified than the usually rogue I come across. Walking into the room she shoots her eyes up to me and they widen with fear. She mumbles something in a different language “ Can you speak english?” i asked

A chubby woman with glasses a little big for her face smiles at me politely, “Welcome ma'am, how may we be of any service to you today?” She asked kindly, smiling so much that I was creeped out. “Uhm, I'm here to see Roman. Roman Domino. We have a meeting " “Oh, what's your name?” “Ashanti Dunbar " I reply “Ah yes, Mr. Domino is expecting you, the penthouse is where you are headed "I nod and fake a smile. I'm a ball of nerves, my palms are sweating. I've never been one to be nervous because of a simple meeting. But we're talking about the man who killed my family, which also happens to be the man who makes my legs buckle.

I want this man dead. “Okay, okay, okay,” he prattles, crying. “I’ll tell you…whatever I can. Please don’t hurt me. Please.” I lean back slightly and push the mouth of the gun right in the middle of his eyes. “Good. Let’s start with your name.” The man hesitates, his eyes flickering nervously. “It’s… it’s Sergei.” “Okay, Sergei,” I say, nodding slowly. “Now, tell me everything you know about Anastasia. Where the hell is she?”

I didn’t know who he was, but I would, soon enough, and when that happened, I was going to be sure to make him regret ever setting foot in her office. “I already have him covered,” she said. “But, Xavier…” her voice hesitated for a fraction of a second. “That last name. I asked around about it. No has heard of that name in years, and there was no boy in the picture, none at all. There is one, though, they say a woman exists in that name. No one has seen her in years, no one has laid eyes on her. Her mother died a witch, her wolf side dormant completely. The first time she shifted, she was killed by another. Her daughter went into hiding. They called her Liana, whether or not that is her real