Naomi Sergei Novels & Stories

Sergei Blyad. I feel like I've had my skull crushed with a sledgehammer. Jesse Yevgeniy's daughter. The masked woman who shared her pain with me, who trusted me with her grief, who came apart beneath my hands— she's my old business partner's daughter.

Their moans - and the men's grunts - now filled the chamber. The girl at Sergei's feet was a big-breasted brunette with long, flowing hair. She had a noble face, the face of a strong woman, and gorgeous chocolate-brown eyes. The discarded uniform beside her named her as 'Samantha Sespolga.' Samantha was now eagerly smothering Sergei's cock. Her face worked up and down, her jaw bulging with the cock now inside her mouth. Sergei had cuffed her wrists behind her back. Now she sucked and slurped on his dick, making louder noises as the General neared. Sergei was resting one hand on the beautiful brunette's head. The other hand occasionally slammed the cane into the girl's shapely buttocks, makin

And Sera obeyed him. "Yes, young lady. Go on." - Her voice was firm and pacifying. And Sera made it until her heart and breath calmed. The water came and helped her return to her normal state. "How does it feel?" - The woman asked. "Well, thank you so much..." "Yelena Petrova, pleasure. I am from the family of doctors. And what is the name of my new patient and her friend?" - She asked, looking at Kirya. "Sera Abrams and this is Kyria Waish, nice to meet you Yelena." she wrote and smiled as she did it under her mother’s name.

felt it too. Even more, than I did. I assumed and termed my reaction as an Alpha protective instinct but who was I kidding? Haera wasn't officially my pack member. "We can't hurt our mate like that again." Serge said, slipping into my mind when I let my guard down. "How do we explain what we feel for the chef, Serge. You said I would forget her if I have sex with Ilvira but we both know that didn't happen and you can feel it too." I stated and for a while, Serge was quiet. It rarely happens but Serge does have his moments of dilemma too. "I don't know. I'm as confused as you are." Serge responded and I felt his confusion in my veins. Haera.... Her name does things to me. Simply thinking abo

“And… is she someone you *like*?” Jax said nothing. Naomi suddenly sat up, alert. “Did I guess right?” Jax glanced sideways at her. “Just tell me her name.” “She’s Seraphina. You really know her? Do you know where she is now?” Naomi asked, suddenly excited. At the mention of “Seraphina,” Jax couldn’t help but marvel—*what a small world indeed.* But clearly, Seraphina didn’t remember ever meeting Naomi. Maybe she’d been too young. Or maybe, as they grew up and drifted apart, they simply forgot each other.

said the man named Aaron. Hearing that explanation, Alisa was immediately stunned. The girl apparently knew something about the four of them. “Input on public policy? So Sir and Madam…” The four of them smiled at the Telhi girl and introduced themselves. “Ah, it seems you just found out, beautiful girl. Let me introduce myself. I am Natalia Zabitova, an environmental researcher from the Volga.” “Nice to meet you too. My name is Kylian Njoroge. A researcher in the defense and security field of the kingdom from Keydoria.”

“No harm, my friend. Tell me about your companion.” Nikolai looked at Vera and the room seemed to notice her like a second sun. She moved toward the desk with the kind of confidence that was part show and part armor. Her heels clicked. Nikolai announced, “This is Vera Sergeev. Daughter of Senator Sergeev.” Don Esteban’s eyes glinted, the way hunters’ eyes glint when they find a fresh lead. He gestured to the chairs. “Please, sit. Vera, a pleasure.” Vera perched as if on a throne built for a queen who rarely needed to sit. Her smile was small and controlled. She let the Don examine her with his practiced gaze, the kind that weighed usefulness and danger in the same glance.

I'd ask her about it later. "Hello everyone," Mrs. Siromani said with an Asian accent. I was taken aback. Her daughter spoke with a fluent American accent so I wasn't expecting it. Besides, wasn't she American? "We are very happy that you all left your various businesses to come and welcome us. It means a lot. My family hopes that we all will get along very well. By the way, my name is Riley", she finished and handed the microphone to her husband. "Like my wife said, we're happy to be here and are very grateful to be welcomed in such a good manner. As most of you know, I am Basha Siromani, and this is our daughter, Annabelle Ameera Siromani."

Almost admiring. "You really are your mother's daughter," she said. "No." I met her eyes. "I'm better." --- Margaret cracked first. "Sergei is in Buenos Aires," she said. "Calle Florida. Above the bookstore. He uses the name Carlos Mendez." "The recording?" I asked. "In his safe. Behind the photograph of his mother." "Why would he have it?" "Because I gave it to him." Margaret's voice was hollow. "For safekeeping. In case something happened to me."

Quiet. Christophe shakes his head, "I'm not good for her either. When the dust settles, she needs to be with her own kind." I took a step back as though it were a physical blow. Her own kind. He meant humans. A normal life. He meant neither of us could give that to her. I turn from him. Walking into the adjacent master bedroom. And silently shut the door behind me.