Private Moscow Novels & Stories

ANASTASIA The great façade of the cathedral glimmering with gold onion domes rose in a multicolored mass opposite the Red Square. My eyes were a bit sensitive and my mind was still hazy, but I could still make out the city layout for miles. The beautiful Kremlin, in the heart of the City of Moskva as known in Russian, was still a huge walled enclosure containing many magnificent buildings and monuments as I had remembered. Beyond this central area were vacant highways and railroads that divided the city into five great circles with their own gates.

I turned to him and he moved closer to my ear. "Hold my hand." His voice was serious but his words made me melt. I put my hand next to me, it was likely covered by our bodies but it still made me slightly nervous. I sat back as Leon put his hand in mine, our fingers entwined. "Do you want to see if you can beat my time?" He asked, smiling. "Don't you have a world record or something?" I looked up at his beautiful face. "No, I think it's a city of London police record." He had a cheeky grin and I pushed him by my shoulder. "Let me have a quick kiss," he breathed in my ear.

The Silver Moon Pack's mansion stood tall and imposing as Alpha Jake and Mara arrived. The grandeur of the building was undeniable, and its walls seemed to hold countless stories and secrets within. As they entered the mansion, Alpha Jake led Mara through the spacious hallways to a comfortable guest room. The room was tastefully decorated, with deep blue and silver accents that reflected the pack's emblem. A large, plush bed dominated the center of the room, adorned with soft, moon-themed cushions and throws. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle, ethereal glow inside.

She pulled Leah to her feet, dragging her away. My throat clogged with mucus, as Estella made her way to the door, hesitating at the handle. "You are an omega, and henceforth Nikolai's going to have to treat you as one."

He didn't need to say much, his expression did all the talking. On the other hand, the girls had tagged me a Red zone. They had resolved it was far more safer to keep their distance away from me so as not to end up like the Lady who was a victim of Tiny's sudden escapade. They all had squeezed themselves at the far corner of the room, leaving me to myself, single as ever. “Don't try anything funny” Moose cried out from the center of the room, referring to no one else but me. “I didn't even move” I muttered under my breath, but Moose had also developed the ears of a hare too.

“Can we talk about what I did?” My right brow twitched, remembering the pain I felt in my eyes. I glanced back to Mike, ignoring Leah. “Where am I?” Mike stood there in front of us, looking between Leah and me, unsure if he should answer my question or leave the tent. “Uh...I,” he looks at Leah quickly before looking at me. “We are in Azgoth, a place where beginners learn their powers.” He walked over the flaps of the tent and opened it, beckoning me to come over to his side and look at what was in store beyond this tent. I glanced back at Leah – I couldn't read her expression at all, then walked towards Mike who was holding the flaps of the tent for me to see the place. As I approached the

“Let us hope you like speeding.” Morozko and Anya rode past new Soviet apartments and Moscow attractions, on a joyride. They passed factories, restaurants, and the Kremlin, then rode through Red Square, taking the sights in. The crisp fall air burned trees crimson and orange. Traffic was sparse in the late morning. Anya leaned close to Morozko, basking in the heat he radiated. They rounded a corner and entered a parking lot bordering Gorky Park, the green heart of Moscow. “What are we doing here?” Anya asked, excited.

Jordan gleefully expressed. “Not the time” I laughed. And we hailed a cab down 6th Eastern Boulevard down to the Financial District of the city – otherwise known as “Capital City”. Jordan and I work at the same financial firm – he’s interning at the finance, administration and accounting division of the company while I am on the junior marketing team – speacliasing in social media management and business analysis.

We’ve been in Russia for over a week now. We're staying at The Ritz-Carlton hotel in Moscow.We assumed the best place to start our search would be Moscow the capital city since it's easier for him to hide there yet we still haven’t found anything.I’m starting to get more nervous as the days go by. I know first hand how dangerous Roberto is and with that comes the fear of what could happen to me if Leandro really was working with him. They both haunt me every single day. They both have caused me so much trauma who knows what he could do now. I’m startled by the rustling of my phone. I pick it up from the bedside table and it’s a message from Enrique.

Even as the distance grew, she felt Mia’s presence in her chest, a steady reminder that she wasn’t alone. The flight was long but peaceful. Emma pressed her forehead against the window, gazing down at the clouds and imagining the city below. When the plane finally descended, the lights of Paris sparkled in the evening twilight. The Seine shimmered in silver threads, winding through the heart of the city. A taxi took her along narrow streets, past historic buildings with ornate balconies and cafés spilling light onto the sidewalks. The scent of fresh bread and coffee filled the air. Emma closed her eyes, letting the rhythm of the city soak in, calming her nerves while filling her with excitem