Novelas y relatos de Rukia

“Yeah but that″ she pointed over to him. “Is a fucking beautiful specimen of a man he has to be an exception no?” “No no exceptions.” “You’re crazy like seriously crazy. When was the last time you even had sex?” Her hand was on her hip now another grasped around a bottle. “Ages ago, but that’s irrelevant.” “No it isn’t!” She nearly shouted. “Give him your number, let him fuck you silly and go on your merry way. Where is he from? He don’t look like many of the others.” “Russia.” “Oh shit his Russian?! Seriously Harper, nothing ventured, nothing gained.”

Serena: The morning lesson felt like punishment. The instructor stood at the front of the concubine hall, writing phrases on the digital board while the other women copied them into neat notebooks. The lesson was the language of wolves: phrases, gestures, titles, the small rules that kept a wolf’s world ordered and predictable. In Petrova territory, a single wrong word could cost you more than pride. It could cost you safety.

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

I asked raising the eyebrow in question. “I…. I came to meet my family….here,” he said with no emotionless tone. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “here?” He stepped aside on my question and pointed to the three graves behind where he was initially standing. My eyes wandered to the names written on grave pedestals; Liliana Russo…. A great mother and wife…. Benjamin Russo…. A loving father and son….. Rose Russo…. A loving daughter and sister.. A gasp escaped my mouth and I realised that I really know nothing about my future husband…

We are currently waiting for our orders. I look at Rosie who is bobbing her head to the lyrics of Don’t Start Now by Dua Lipa being played in the café. Her taste of song is just different from mine. Judging from her previous playlist in the car, Rosie is more into pop songs. I prefer jazz to pop songs, such as Fly Me to the Moon. That’s considered as jazz, right? “Have you ever been here before?” I blinked twice as Rosie turned to me in a sudden. She rolled her eyes playfully, but didn’t say anything as she caught me staring.

Waking up with such an awful dream was to face another terrible reality of her life. Well, this is her marriage: a marriage that still feels like a mystery and will always remain a mystery to her. She was mysteriously married to the Almighty Alexander Georgia: the billionaire mafia lord.

“ We came to think positive thoughts. Let us keep that negative energy away. We should scream. “ “ What? “ “ We should scream some ‘fuck yous’ to the people who are frustrating us. That will make us feel better. “ I nodded my head and agreed. “ Fuck you, Jonathan! “ I screamed. “ Fuck you, Mother! “ Lily screamed. “ Fuck you, Vivienne! “ “ Fuck you, Lorenzo! “ We laughed when we were done. She was right. That felt a lot better. “ Hey, is Nikolai really in Russia? “ My head whipped to her direction at her question. She never cared much about mafia business so why was she really asking that? “ Are you saying that I lied to everyone about Nikolai’s whereabouts? “ I asked, offended that she woul

“Geoffrey’s always trying to explain that pyramids aren’t sustainable, and Kolya’s always saying this one is different.” “Kolya’s the alpha for a territory in Belarus, right?” “Yes, and his pack has many other things to be spending their efforts on. Do you know their largest export is potassic fertilizers and rapeseed oil?” “No, I didn’t.” For some reason the image the words conjured made me want to laugh. “What does one do with rapeseed oil, exactly? “Cook with it, I suppose.” She took another sip of her drink, so I did as well. The taste was starting to grow on me, though it was a little like gasoline. “Though it might come in handy with a dildo.”

Chapter 3 – Ravina POV AThe pervert The warm water eased my sore muscles as I leaned back in the bathtub, releasing a slow breath. The tension in my body would not leave completely, but this was as relaxed as I'd been since arriving in this pack. I closed my eyes, reaching out through the mind-link. Anna, can you hear me? A minute later, my head was filled with her voice. I'm here. How are you? "Exhausted. Irritated. Something about this place feels. wrong," I admitted. "Are they treating you nicely?"

My brothers have left for a while to check on Angel and get a little rest and to not overwhelm the Alphas while they digest this loss. The two new Alphas sit down on the sofa and Alpha Jeremy sits in an armchair and then Leo and I sit on the two-seater seat opposite them. Alpha Demitri doesn’t look up. Leo looks like he wants to ask but at the same time doesn’t want to know the answer. “It is a young woman from the Blue Ridge pack. Her name is Greta Polanski. She was a tailoress. Not married and no children.” Alpha Jeremy tells us “Thank the goddess for small mercies” says Alpha Demetri. He looks like he’s holding back tears.