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.

Money the Bratva gets from subjecting it's citizens to hardship. The smooth, shiny surfaces and custom made sofas do not appeal to me. "Where is Ramsey?" I direct my question at the guard. "Right here." Ricardo and I turn swiftly, coming face to face with Ramsey Mikhailov, the Russian golden boy. He is golden, alright. All bronze skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. Hate churns in my heart. Contempt threatens to choke me. Ricardo places a hand on my shoulder. I look up at him and he nods. I take a deep breath, facing my target.

Instead of placing the receiver on the telephone, I place it on the table so that whoever calls might find it engaged all through. George is already naked when the irresistible blonde let's herself in, locking the door behind her. “What the fuck?” George gasps. “She's hot, isn't she?” I tease. “Ofcourse she is!” “Hello handsome.. ” Carmela teases as she lifts her micro mini to expose her deliciously brown thighs. George pounces on her with all his might and almost tears her tiny skirt off. I don't want to be a witness to whatever happens next therefore I tuck the documents securely under my skirt and walk out, winking at the blonde whose hands are already on the table, bending over as George

*Bradley POV* The Carter, located in Rome, is one of the biggest and most precious ones among all the ones we own, the main source of wealth and power of the Russo family; if it's taken, it will be the end of us. We would have to protect it with all we got even if it's the last drop of our blood. I dropped the call after speaking with Don Carlos and Lord Russo; they promised to send more soldiers to the headquarters. "The dead bodies of our fallen brethren have been cleared from the areas alongside that of our enemies, and messages have been sent to the families, and the warfare team is compelling the compensation f*e." Maria relayed.

*Princess Jasmin* The huge building has a wide empty space full of people who greeted me, technically they aren't people. They are the wolves of the Cold Mountain pack. As I ran my eyes through the whole place around, I noticed that the place is fully equipped with materials for a body building exercises and the warriors of the pack looked sharp and muscular, not just the male but the female warriors as well. This place is obviously where the wolves enhanced their physique, aside from running in the vast cold forests of the North. That explains how muscular the bodies of the Cold Mountain pack warriors, their body which seemed to be as hard as steel.