Private Moscow Novels & Stories

His intense gray eyes were fixed on me, sending a shiver through my stomach, a mix of nerves and the awareness that Pascha Romanov was impossible to ignore. "Come with me to Moscow," he said suddenly, his tone light, as if he were inviting me to a coffee shop. I stopped stirring my coffee. The small spoon clinked loudly against the mug. I looked up, meeting his steady gaze. "Moscow?" I echoed, making sure I hadn’t misheard. Pascha nodded, his gray eyes gleaming with purpose. "My home. You will like it. Summer in Moscow isn’t as bad as you think, Bee."

I am right behind him still kicking myself for what I did, when we get into the car, I take out my phone and send a message to DJ telling him about the recent developments then send another to Leta. “I have to warn you kid, Moscow is not like J City, there you have to be more vicious than ever, or else you won’t survive.” Great! That is another way of saying I might not come back from Russia, what a shitty thing it will be to die in a foreign country. “I will make you a deal, you have my back there and I will have yours. Neither of us is allowed to die there.” He glances at me. “Alright kid, you have yourself a deal.” He says and we shake on it.

She took her hands off her mouth and Eve pouted. “I don’t know why you wanna drink when you can’t hold your liquor.” She pats her hair sweetly. Moscow watched them with the phone in his ear. He moved back away from them going outside to make the call. He held the wall for support so he doesn’t end up falling. “And where are you?” “Just come,” “How would I come when I don’t know where the fuck you at?” He sounded frustrated at the phone. He couldn’t handle a drunk Moscow.

Alana MADRID Capital of Spain. Where I grew up and lived. Return, disembark at Barajas airport to the sound of Mardy Boom by the Monkeys in my player, it brings me a feeling of homesickness, I remember the good times I had in this beautiful city, full of colors and flavors. I look around me, and I see people, some celebrating their arrival, others saying goodbye, and it reminds me of the day I left, and went to live in Brazil. At that moment, I really thought leaving was the solution, but it wasn't.

Mansterville Part 7 ~Waverly~ My face felt as if hot flames were licking up the sides of my cheeks as I stood in complete and utter shock & humiliation. Right in the doorway stood my mother & Markus with their eyes bulging at what a sight they'd walked into. "Young lady.....what the hell is this shit!?" My mom cursed...which was unheard of. This woman never used foul language of any kind. I looked like a scolded toddler staring shamefully at the floor.

she says, "But you have to stop following when I tell you, okay?" He agrees. We walk through the city, Vuko a few paces behind us the whole way. I try to ask Seersha questions about her life in the city, or if there is anything she remembers of her life before. She answers in monosyllables that tell me nothing. I give up eventually. It's a moonless night and we walk all the way to the outskirts of the city, to an area I had not known existed. It's like a non-place. There are no streetlights, no road, no markings, nothing to distinguish it. Just the flat, grey wall of concrete rising in front of us, supporting the Loop Highway. "I know this place," says Vuko, "This is how I came in. The viadu

“oh shit, is that where we are staying?” Camila asked peeking out of the window at the huge resort building. It was covered in glass and had a beautiful reflection when the sun shone on it. She looked at Roman with a quirked eyebrow but her husband was not ready to say anything. “oh don’t be a wuss, I know this is the surprise already” . Roman chuckled to himself and looked away.

On our way there, we saw her standing in the middle of the hallway, staring at a locker. "Anna, we've been looking for you," I said to her when we were close enough. She did not respond. "Bro, isn't this her locker? Mason asked me. "Yeah. Why do you ask?" He pointed to it. That's when I noticed the spray paint with the statement on it. It said 'you are trying me, Siromani. Do not mess with what is bigger than you'. "What kind of psycho is this?" I asked. "I don't know," I heard Anna say.

Moscow said with a victorious smile, one that bit Mica up. Having sêx with a guy wasn't the problem as it was something she's always done. But her major concern was the fact that Moscow would feel so achieved he finally got her at last. She lifted her hands shakily and took off her clothes. Then, walked to the table afterwards and leaned over on it. "Nice one, Mica" Moscow chuckled as he went closer to her and held her waist. He took down his pãnts and the rod came bouncing out.

Emily replied. Cassandra wondered why she was getting special treatment then concluded that it was because she was new to the city and her new boss probably knew the hotel owners and had made the request. She was about to voice her thoughts to Emily when she was struck speechless by the interior of the hotel. It was beautiful, with a high ceiling, a massive fireplace, and a grand staircase that rose to the stories above. Next to the staircase was a vintage elevator behind a screen with ornate gold designs, like a doorway to an era long past. There was a lot of artwork on the walls and even her untrained eye could discern that it was exquisite and most likely expensive. The floor was shining