Rusame Cold War Novels & Stories

Chapter 84: The Old Sawmill Luca and Ethan crawled from the icy creek bed, slick with black mud that clung to every fibre of their clothing. The cold had been brutal, searing their lungs, but the sludge offered a brief shield against Maxwell’s thermal sensors. Ethan’s ribs throbbed with each laboured breath, yet the cold had muted the pain just enough for him to move. Their bodies shook violently, teeth chattering, limbs trembling as if their muscles themselves had forgotten how to obey.

Aleanas pov Peace what is that? As long as I've been alive I've never known peace. I've always been expected of great things and to keep my head held high and be strong, but between you and me I don't believe any of that. My name is Aleana Rae daughter of Beta Alexander Rae of the Sahara blood moon pack, my mother Christina Rae died when I was 6 years old and ever since then home hasn't felt like home. It's my 18th birthday and I'm dreading it, only because I know in 20 minutes I will be on my way to the hell on earth they call high school. Don't get me wrong I love school just not this one, Wolfsmanner high school was the bane of my existence, no not because of the teachers or the work but

It'd better be something worthy to merit that kind of protection, she thought to herself. "What if it contains Kryptonite?" said Ruslan with an amused smile. They both burst out laughing. She had to give it to the young boy for his tireless enthusiasm. He'd been working on the obstacle more patiently than most adults, and he seemed to take it as a fun challenge. Not once had Ruslan been discouraged by the unsolved mystery in front of him. But the Siberian sun had begun to descend over the peaks of the mountains. Cassandra shivered at a strange rush of icy cold that had nothing to do with the temperature outside. For some unknown reason, she felt the need to find out what inside the chest and

Ricardo asked, “And what do you want from me, why are you here?“ Rosalie asked, “We need to talk” Ricardo said, “About what” Rosalie asked, “I want us to put an end to the cold war between us” Ricardo explained, we have done many things together, and we have being at each other's back, I want to come back” we can still run things together, and I'm even prepared to get married to you” Ricardo said, “Please, get out of my kingdom before my guys show you the way to six feet below” Rosalie said,

Sounds like a goddamn stampede of elephants while it does, too. “Finally, some peace and quiet,” Cal says. “To get to your beloved point, I put Russ under with the Russians. Updates are sporadic, and for a tick there, it seemed dead likely he’d left this Earth. Day I called you, he let me know he’d just been given access to a base of operations inside the city itself. Address and all. Looks like our cold-blooded brethren are planning an invasion.” My stomach drops to the ground floor. Most bastards I can handle. The Russians scared my dad. If I went my whole life without fucking with them, I’d be happy.

He's lying there lifeless in a pool of his own blood, his white polo shirt ripped off at the chest and fresh blood oozing from what looks like a fresh wound around the left breast. My heart stops beating for a moment as I throw myself on his body, picking the murder weapon which is a Ceska pistol and throwing it beside him.. Placing my ear on his chest, I feel his faint heart beat and my face lits up. I try resuscitating him without minding the blood....that's when the unthinkable happens.. Sirens rent the warm afternoon wind! It was a set up! A damn fucking set up! It's already too late to redeem myself.

Carl noticed the tattoo on his left arm which was a picture of a rose. "Carlson " Carl's bodyguard brought out their guns and aimed it at the man whose escort also reacted immediately with their own held out. "Its rather surprising seeing you here" The man spoke, puffing the smoke on his face. Carl was amazed by his audacity. There was certainly no Mafia leader who would dare this. "I know you might be wondering, who is this dude" He indicated inhaling another smoke and puffing it out on Carl's face. "Well, let me give you a clue amigos; Russia, tax, war, warehouse shutdown" Carl's eye widened in surprise knowing what he was referring to

After that night, the cold war officially began. Normally, even if I pushed him away, Hudson would inevitably gravitate back to me. Even if he just glanced my way, he would subtly maneuver himself to keep me in his line of sight. But now, he treated me with the cold, ruthless efficiency of a stranger. Even when handing out rations, he didn't spare me a second glance. Things were going exactly as I had planned, but I didn't feel relieved at all.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you soaked through to your socks.” “I haven’t. Besides, it’s nothing a warm fire can't fix. I’ve lived through colder cycles,” Ursa dismissed. The Romanov Cold Season, or Cold Cycle, was as unforgiving as the people. “This was fun.” Aisha whipped her head back, her eyes shining. “Really? You think so?” “Yes. It’s a lot different than anything I’ve ever done. I wouldn’t mind doing it again.” “I can teach you more. How was I as a teacher?”

“This will create a gap between us and our allied families.” I exhaled slowly, my gaze darkening. The rumors about his involvement with the Malakhov family’s daughter… I hoped they were just rumors. This family was one of the most powerful branches of the Russkaya Mafiya. We had been in a cold war with the Russians for decades—the only language between us was blood and death. Any personal relationship or business with them was considered a betrayal to La Cosa Nostra. This deal… it was an experiment. A mutual benefit meant to end decades of war.