Plisetsky Yuri Novels & Stories

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

' "Ah..." Finally, Albert was the first to react. He looked dubiously at Yuri. "Honorable Goddess of Light, you must be joking. You killed Crescent Moon Principality Army's commander-in-chief, Eric, with just a single strike, and many people saw it. Who else can be so powerful?" Yuri's lovely face was solemn. "I'm not the Goddess of Light! My real name is Yuri, and my cultivation strength is completely different from the saint energy. Therefore, it may seem a little weird to all of you."

Hitomi Kirisawa had always been a fan of classical music, though her favourites were actually the piano pieces composed by the South Korean piano music composer, Yiruma. Yuri clenched her hands into fists by her sides, not showing any emotions outwardly. “How many people have you threatened or killed in order to attain that piece of information?” Yuri spoke blandly, betraying nothing in her voice at all. Kami ignored that snipe at him, and smiled a small and grim smile at Yuri. “It’s been a long time, Yuri-chan,” he said. “You’ve grown up.” Yuri’s right eye twitched visibly before she glared at Kami, her hands still clenched into fists by her sides. She gritted her teeth together with slight

It was none other than Yuri. She was dressed in a gray school uniform of Kaiwei winter, with a pleated skirt. Her legs were long and straight, and her long hair was casually tied up on the back of her head. Her cold face was natural beauty, without any makeup embellishment. Standing there, she instantly overshadowed the nineteen girls dressed up delicately. Some people were born to be God's favored food, such as Yuri. 。 She won just by her beauty. "Wow!" Someone screamed when they saw Yuri.

So it's whatev. Upon seeing all the hickies covering me, some of my family wolf whistles! I blush, but Yuri just chuckled, continuing to completely remove the robe. When my tig' o bitties come out, Grammy exclaims, amused, "Gurl, you've got some big ol' cassava melons! I know why that man's hands be all over you now." She chuckled. I blush harder as Yuri conjured up images of Papi's hands and mouth on me! Yuri laughed, "Oh, his all everything be on us! Hands, lips, tongue-" 'Yuri?!' I whisper yelled at her but she just shrugs nonchalantly, 'What? I'm not not fibbing, it's true.' I sigh, 'Duh, I know that! I just feel like it's not needed right now, is all.' Her four thin, almost see through

JUPITER POV Keeping tabs on Grisha was as fun as it got. I still couldn’t believe that the little naïve girl with big-ass framed reading glasses was the golden phoenix who was going to bring us salvation and save the world from the hands of Anuka. It was still a very foreign concept even though I wanted to make deal with it. From the scrolls, Grisha would be strong, domineering, unstoppable. And the little girl who was not only 18 but also man-blood was really far from what was written in the scrolls! Well, except for her insanely dominating aura even though she was just meek, and pretty much killable!

He exerted immense effort to reach this point. Unsure of Gena’s desires, he suspected her confusion and rebellion. Her mindset mirrored that of a child seeking undefined fun, oblivious to its nature or consequences. Yuri found it challenging to enjoy her presence, but he derived pleasure from pushing her to the point of fear. He loved hearing her pain, but to hear her beg for more, as if he gave her the greatest pleasure. Yuri remained uncertain whether it aroused him or repulsed him, the most intense reaction he had ever experienced.

“Nice rip on the hair, Olympia. Maybe tomorrow I’ll braid it up into pigtails for you.” James couldn’t help but smile at her spunk. Knowing it might egg her on further, he said, “That, I’d pay to see.” Not wanting to allow her another shot back, he looked at Svetlana and asked, “What type of music are you into, Svetlana?” Eliza mumbled something that sounded a lot like, “Don’t get her started.” “Punk rock mostly. Pussy Riot are my idols. But I do like to listen to some of your American punk and alternative too. I find it very good and soothing to listen to.”

Beth's POV "Sir Ralyks, I’d like you to meet Yuri. She’s one of the best fighters in the KariBlanc combat force," Aldred said warmly, gesturing towards her. Beside Aldred stood a woman with a bright smile on her face. Her hair was a bright shade of pink, cropped short just above her shoulders. Her eyes sparkled like emeralds in the sunlight, reflecting her confidence. Despite her warrior status, Yuri’s appearance was unexpectedly casual.

The woman had harmed him a lot, but he still wanted to do this last good thing for her, being the leader that people expected him to be. I took a step away from his arms and Alexei frowned in confusion, trying to understand what was wrong. Nodding at his parents, he unwrapped his arms from around me, allowing me to approach them. I smiled, gently getting down on my knees in front of Isabella who wouldn’t remove her hand from her face. It killed her to know that her daughter was slaughtered by her own brother, and despite masking his feelings better than his wife ever could, I knew that it ripped something inside Yaroslav’s heart. The man loved his daughter, and if anything, I knew that he wa