Private Moscow Novels & Stories

Aunt Sienna wrapped her arm around mom, comforting her before dad nodded. “We’ll be waiting for your call. They just got up to wash their hands and should be here any second now” Yaroslav said, looking up at me “get this done, Alexei” “I don’t think that I need you to tell me that, Yaroslav” I said, glaring at him “there’s a speaker here, you can hear everything we say and the room is soundproof, not even a wolf can hear what you’re saying inside. Happy listening…”

he pulled me onto his lap, cradling me and tucking my head into the crook of his neck, "Now, can you please not be mad at me." "I'm not mad," I deadpanned. "Liar," he snickered, calling me out, "I know you're mad at me and you're probably not going to listen to me but we will cross that bridge when we get there." "Urg, I don't want to hear anything about stupid bridges. Why couldn't I just live a normal life? This is way to stressful for my liking," I complained, breathing in his musky scent that had my body in flames. I had a love-hate relationship with my hormones when it came to Zion.

I reply looking at him. He turns around to leave followed by mom. I check the time and it is only 3 am. I don't feel like going back to sleep because I don't want to have another nightmare. I check the date. "Oh gosh!" I exclaim because today is my first day at FPU(Fresno Pacific University) and I pray that the history wouldn't repeat itself.

I can’t help feeling this way though, as it’s my first time travelling so far from home . On buying our train tickets, we made a solemn promise to each other: to have as much fun as possible, create as many awesome memories that we could share forever, and to never, ever, let a guy get in the middle of our bond. As geeky as it sounds, I guess we’re like the superpuff girl, always looking out for each other. Our first stop across Russia is Moscow—a vibrant and beautiful city. It is home to one of the most prestigious Universities in Russian and the whole place has a really cool bohemian vibe.

She yelled at him. Xavier lost words because of what she said. It's not that he is afraid of her but he finds it amusing. Every woman he encountered he never sees such natural, innocent, and pure as this girl in front of him. They spent 30 minutes on the road before they reach the most luxurious place in the heart of Mover City in Country Z. Raina, can't help but admire this Medieval-themed Mansion. Who would have thought that a commoner people like her will one day step into their doors? Everyone's dream, right? Trees and lights along the way are the most catching things in this place. Plants that at first sight cost a fortune. When we reach the guard house the gate automatically opened for

“Once you step in, you’re under pack protection.” She hesitated. “And if I don’t?” His gaze softened—just a fraction. “Then the city eats you alive.” She stepped inside. The door shut with a heavy click, sealing her fate. The apartment itself was simple but secure—steel doors, reinforced windows, a balcony overlooking the city skyline. The moon hung low and fat in the sky, watching like it had a stake in her future. Dante leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “This is temporary.” “Everything feels temporary right before it becomes permanent,” Ari shot back.

Alessio's Pov The pilot’s voice crackled through the speakers above us, thick with accent and finality. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Moscow. The local time is 6:42 p.m.” I exchanged a glance with Carlo. No words needed. We both knew this wasn’t just another flight. This was stepping straight into the lion’s den. As we exited the private jet, the icy Russian air sliced through the coat I wore like it was made of paper. A convoy of blacked-out SUVs idled on the tarmac below, their engines rumbling low like beasts waiting to pounce.

Odette had never seen a city like this before. Moscow was cold, sharp, and beautiful in a way that felt almost surreal. The sleek glass buildings of the financial district clashed with centuries-old architecture, domed cathedrals, and sprawling city squares dusted in fresh snow. The streets were alive with movement—black cars sliding down icy roads, well-dressed men and women walking with purpose, the air thick with the scent of winter, leather, and power. This place was nothing like New York.

he said, tapping the folder with his fingers. I opened it, flipping through the pages quickly but carefully. Maps, addresses, photographs—each one tied to Moscow in some way. My eyes scanned the list of locations. There were at least a dozen addresses spread across multiple cities, each one more secure than the last. I didn’t care. If it meant finding Sky, I’d tear through every single one of them, brick by brick. Mikhail leaned back in his chair, swirling the remnants of wine in his glass. “When you find him,” he said, his voice calm but laced with finality, “kill him. Moscow has been terminated by the Pact. He doesn’t deserve to breathe another day.”

“I’m not. My sister is marrying that fucking loser so here I am.” “Where are you from?” “Moscow.” His hands slowly came up my thighs and I stared at him. “No touching.” “I don’t count though right?” He smiled then and in between my legs started throbbing. I put my hands on his and moved them up my thighs. Fuck it. I had already told him my real name might as well have some fun with it. “You sure you don’t want me to take you to dinner?” His lips grazed my neck and I let out a moan. A real one.