Novel & Cerita Quotes Nabokov

Clearing my throat clearly hot and bothered by his words and thinking about us making love for the first time. The server approached the table once again, tearing us from our staring contest. “Can I get you anything else?” Alek never turned his attention towards the server. “Check.” “Yes, Mr. Nabokav.” The server took off. I gazed at Alek. “How old are you, Mr. Nabokav?” Alek took in a deep breath before answering. “Twenty-five.” “Damn. you’re an old man.” I burst out laughing, and he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.

She wasn't prepared for his blunt remark, the unexpected sharpness of his words. "For a woman, I must say that you have a bitter taste," Nyx continued, his voice low and menacing. "And it seems that your taste in books is equally bitter," he added, his eyes shifting to the copy of "Crime and Punishment" that lay on her desk. "it looked like you brought ages ago as if it was your mother's." Nyx voiced gain making her face sad for a second, it was her mother's. Nyx was not a dump man to not notice the old print book, he knew the book as much as he knew about the writer. Athena felt a surge of unease and vulnerability wash over her.

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."

With that, she rose abruptly and stated, "Orion's asleep. I shouldn't leave him alone for too long. I'll head back now." … Nick was left alone in the study. His smile faded slightly. His gaze dropped to the scattered documents on the table. Then, a quiet chuckle escaped him. "You've turned me down again," he murmured. Nick walked over to the desk, retrieved a small leather-bound notebook, and opened it. Most of the pages were still blank. On the first two pages, written neatly in red ink, were the numbers "one" and "two". He flipped to the third page and wrote a "three" in the same red ink. Then he closed the notebook, set it aside, and removed his glasses. Leaning back in the chair, he pinc

Brooklyn noticed that he had again gone back to work. “Won’t you have one?” she asked hesitantly, not wanting to disturb him. Nikolas shook his head. Brooklyn sat and ate discreetly watching him every now and then. It seemed as if after giving her a box of chocolates, he was avoiding her! She wondered why he was so weird! Throughout the way, Nikolas sat rigidly trying to calm his arou*sal. He dared not look at Brooklyn licking the truffles and then her lips. His mind conjured up images of her in sinful positions, robbing him of his peace. At last, they reached the estate and he released his breath. Finally, his torture would end.

I continued, voice lowering, “but to rebuild and restructure.” “Rebuild what?” Kazuo asked. “The world thinks the YBA is crumbling.” I smirked gently then replied, “Let them, Because while the media watches the smoke, we’ll be moving underground.” I turned to the large iron door behind me. With a nod, it opened slowly—revealing a man in a dark navy suit, his presence cold, clean, and quiet. “This,” I said, pointing at him with my index finger.“is Nikolai Volkov. From Russia.”

He looked like a wire pulled too tight, vibrating with a force he couldn't control. Nikolai stepped inside, his gaze immediately darting from Ivan to me. He froze, his head tilting to the side in a way that made my skin crawl. It wasn't the way a man looks at a woman; it was the way a scientist looks at a new specimen. “So”, Nikolai whispered, "This is the little American girl. The one who hides Kings in her kitchen.” “Stay back, Nikolai”, Ivan growled. The warning was clear, vibrating the floorboards.

Noble glanced at her, his peach blossom eyes rippling: "Then, Miss Alina, would you mind treating me to a late-night snack?" After speaking, he added another sentence: "I drink, I don't know how to drive." While talking, Noble's secretary tactfully left. Alina frowned: "I don't drink." "Then let's go?" "Let's go." While the two were talking, the elevator not far away opened again, and Bucky and Quetzal stepped out of the elevator. Noble's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and he reached out to pull Alina's wrist: "Miss Alina, do you mind? I'm a little drunk."

‎Nora’s POV ‎“How do you plan the coincidental death of a mafia billionaire and get away with it?” ‎I mutter it while stabbing a cherry tomato so hard my fork scrapes the plate. ‎“Call me crazy, but I’m on my last fucking nerve. Mikhail Romanov is living rent-free in my head, and I’m ready to evict him with a flamethrower and a prayer.” ‎Lola, across the table at La Trattoria, freezes mid-sentence, fork halfway to her mouth.

I don't know anyone around. Nikolai's eyes scan the room, staring intently at a specific piece – a rare, stunning 18th-century portrait, ‘The Whispering Lady' by Vladimir Borovikovsky. I seriously had no idea he liked these, so I ask, “You like paintings?” “Who doesn't.” He says with a small laugh. “Me.” I bluntly reply and he scoffs, shaking his head. “You have bad tastes, pretty boy.” I want to say something but I hold back and look back at the painting.