Private Moscow Novels & Stories

I have to do a lot of business there, but only stay overnight when I absolutely have to. More for never getting to be home than being opposed to the place. It’s actually a really nice city as far as urban versus rural areas go. The crime is low, business is high and all around it’s pretty well cared for. I don’t allow gangs and the sort. The elected officials are all under our watch and limit drugs and other filth rampant in other urban areas. I do my best to leave politics in that arena to other members of the Dracule, but when shit goes down I’m there.

Even it was raining hard, the street was still busy with wheels rolling on the wet street, and feet marching on the sidewalk. The Ladies’ Coffee was a small café on the east of New York City. It was quite unpopular because of its location. It was hidden behind the tall law firm building, and was a bit far from the center of downtown. Not many actually knows that an eighteen-years-old café was existing behind the Madison Firm.

he reminded me, "You want to change the whole fucking place to a restaurant." “It's not that much work, Mick. Just... we just have to knock down the wall that divides the areas and create a large space.” “That wall is a load-bearing wall, Eva.” "And Christopher is still in New York,” I answered smiling, "He could tell us what to do if we had a clear idea of ​​everything." "This is all the English son of a bitch's idea, isn't it?"

Travelling to different countries of there choice on vacations. Raphael had invited Madison over, since his mother wanted to meet her, as usual, Alison tagged along, she saw it as a means of going to a new place. Immediately she told her parents they wanted to come to Port Harcourt, for vacation, as usual, her dad personal assistant had made the arrangements, including booking the hotel they were going to lodge in during there stay. But Madison knew they were definitely going to stay in The Wachukwu's residence. Her parents didn't know her motive of coming over, so she let them make the arrangements there way.

Heros Green Moscow, Ulitsa Arbat (Arbat Street) The cold wind cut through the air like invisible blades while Noah, Zedekiah, and I positioned ourselves in an abandoned building a few blocks from the warehouse where Luther and Lohan had infiltrated. The place, a decaying and forgotten structure, was filled with shadows and echoes that seemed to whisper ancient secrets. It left me uneasy. With the micro-cameras and listening devices perfectly camouflaged in their clothes, we were ready to capture every movement, every word.

I didn't even know the address of Viktor’s corporate headquarters, let alone how to get there on foot in a blizzard. ​Wrapping my arms tightly around my chest to keep from shaking, I looked up at the towering and unfamiliar skyline of Moscow bleeding into the grey storm. What should I do?

CASSANDRA POV "Mom, please don't make me go," I whined, slowly getting up from my bed. Unfortunately, today was the day of my engagement which I was not looking forward to, considering I'm engaged to the one and only Alessandro Russo. Alessandro and I met a couple of years back and from what I saw, he was extremely ruthless and quite insane. However, since my father passed away, I had to get married to secure a male leader for our mafia - a worthy successor.

Until next time, Rosemarie Mazur We took different carriages further across Europe until we finally reached Russia. Since winter was approaching, the weather was incredibly cold and the nights became shorter. Gazing out the window, I stared in awe as I witnessed the glorious city of Moscow. Everything about it remained the same, but I was still captivated by the beautiful architecture.

ONE MONTH LATER – 06:27 AM – RESIDENTIAL AREA OF MOSCOW The sun was only just beginning to gild the rooftops of the buildings. The city was still yawning, wrapped in a calm silence that only existed in the first hours of the day. Jenn tightened her shoelaces, put on her earphones, and took a deep breath. The breakfast still sat a little heavy in her stomach, but nothing a run couldn’t fix. She descended the three flights of stairs from the old building with quick steps and began a light jog as soon as she stepped outside. Her ponytail swayed, following the rhythm. The upbeat soundtrack in her ears contrasted with the quietness of the streets.

“Where are you going?” “Home” was on my lips, but something entirely different, something that shocked even me, came out. “Moscow.” Had cool and collected Ivan Volkov actually paled at that single word, or was it my overactive imagination? He released my arm, his quiet intensity freezing me to the wet stone. “Moscow,” he repeated slowly, like he’d heard me wrong. I raised a brow. “The capital of Russia? The place I was born? The—” “Zamolchi.” Be quiet. “Why do you want to go to Moscow?”