Obraztsova Novels & Stories

Sasha replied to them curtly, his eyebrows drawn together. ‘I hear you are the food connoisseur’ Lyosha said in a much thicker accent than Sasha’s as he sat in front of me. He was nearly as tall as Sasha and just as muscular. His long dark blond hair was slicked back, his square jaw was covered in day old stubble and his sharp cheekbones made him look like a male model. His dark blue eyes held my attention and mesmerised me, I stared at him a little stunned. ‘My name is Lyosha’ he finished almost in a purr.

After the system recognized my credentials, I launched the call to Vasha. “Francine, why so soon?” I recognized Olya’s bitchy voice before the video clearly showcased her arrogant face. I’d tried avoiding her at all costs, but I finally had to get a good look at Vasha’s EX girlfriend. Her platinum hair was thinner than mine, but ran straight to almost the middle of her back. She was immaculately dressed in a baby pink silk tube top and short pleated black skirt. Her flawless porcelain skin was possibly a shade lighter than Vasha's and probably felt like velvet. Amber eyes slathered in dark shadow and liner narrowed at me egotistically. I hated to admit it, but she was absolutely gorgeous. Th

“Yes? Not anymore but I was born in the Taro family. Why?” Yelena and Bolt looked at him strangely, and Zen felt self-conscious. Did he say something wrong? The panic in him only grew when Yelena dragged Bolt away to talk in Russian. Zen didn’t understand a word and only wished that Sasha was here to translate. The discussion ended briefly, and Yelena announced that they would tell him at dinner only if he accepted one of their requests. “R-request?” Bolt grinned. “Don’t reject Yelena’s kindness. She might be the youngest invigilator at only fourteen, but her skills are unrivalled. Not even the Death Princess can surpass her in an actual battle.”

Tuesday 27th April 2010 01:03 Belinda has not bothered trying to look her best, something that she could be accused of quite often, and, since she actually lives nearest to the Progression Software building, she reaches David relatively quickly after his phone call. There is still one member of the group David cannot get through to and that is Robert Alloway. She is trying to call him at this moment. After a few tries, she slams the phone down with great annoyance and makes an incomprehensible noise to back her feelings up. David sees her frustration and decides to try and calm her down a little. He walks over to her, knowing the smile on his face is full of concern but unable to do anythi

“‘Classic Cocktails.’ Aperol Spritz—refreshing drink with a light citrus bitterness, 220 milliliters, 170 hryvnias.” “But… how?” he stared, baffled. “I have a very strong photographic memory. You read that I finished my studies externally, right?” “Yes, but I thought you were just a bookworm…” “No, there was no point sitting and listening to material I could absorb way faster than everyone else. And also— I, Victoria Aleksandrovna Lemeshko, am a certified biochemist, senior technologist, and specialist at Nikolai Koshev’s company. Nice to meet you.”

“When I heard that she was your daughter, I didn’t have any expectations.” My father rushed forward and bowed his head. “She is untouched. Young. Healthy. She can cook, clean, serve. She will not be trouble, and she is here to satisfy.” The man at the table tapped his ring against a glass of whiskey. “You owe the Volkov Bratva three million dollars, Ivan. Not a maid.” “I know,” my father said quickly. “But I need more time. Take her as a sign of good faith. A sign that you are going to get your payment.”