Rusame Cold War Novels & Stories

She turned on her heels. As I made my way up the marble steps, the imposing figure of Leonardo, sorry, Mr Russo appeared in the doorway. His sharp gaze bore into my skin and sent shivers down my spine. I really shouldn’t be feeling this way. There is nothing between us and there can never be. He’s a married man. Moreover, he hates me. Me So I need to keep chanting that to myself. “Welcome to our home” he said, his voice cold and laced with heavy sarcasm

Romero already talked about the prowess of this woman that was coming and her taking down Ash without having to try meant she was above average in the terms of physical strength. He walked towards the bunker whistling and he tried not to let his excitement show, the fact that he would be going even with Dominica Egornov, their boss made him happier than he should have. The Russian bastard killed his brother, his son and his wife in the cruellest way possible. It may have been a long time ago but Russo still craves revenge like it was a kind of air for him to breathe.

I woke up the next day feeling cold. Marco poured a bucket of cold water on me. "Aren't you supposed to be awake by now?" He asked. I lifted my body and tried to stand up. "What do you want?" I asked and he held my wrist and pressed it. I winced in pain before he released it. "You have a package to deliver for me." He eyed me. "Why can't he send it to DHL?" I asked myself. "What package?" I asked and i got a slap in the face.

Marcus slammed the hilt of his sword into my chest, and the world went black. The last thing I heard was Elara screaming my name

Report: Fisk The Ural Mountains. Russia. Mount Yamantau satellite tower #14. The wind stung my face as I stared down through the hole in the tower wall, the cold only slightly numbing the throbbing pain in my shoulder. I watched the United Korean Military as they levelled Frostpoint.

But that doesn’t matter, we can’t just let Russo's death slide. “But I’ve plans,” Roman paused and looked at our faces for reactions. “If we must defeat Alfonso we’ve to calculately program out every move and attack when he least expects and fortunately we’ve an external force who’s ready to collaborate with us to fight against him… Our ally is the boss of a Russian mafia.” A smirk appeared on Roman's face as he gazed at the stupefied faces of everyone. Obviously, no one saw it coming but that still didn’t pacify the situation, everyone had doubts. And so the meeting ended with bringing down the Russian Mafia group to help us win the looming war.

Vade tips his head back, letting out a long breath. "Well, Vade I hope,” Crimson stutters, flushing bright red. She knows something too. She is far too nervous, her gaze darting in all kinds of directions for her to be completely clueless. Why are they lying to me? Who is this man? "No. He looks nothing like Vade,” I state. Vade has cold, cruel eyes and a persistent stare that makes me feel naked under his scrutiny. He’s tall, imposing and his beauty is unparalleled. But he has no warmth toward me. The other man was all over me, obsessed with me.

It was Vanessa. She held a few files on one hand while the other was on the handle of the slightly opened door. “Fucking bitch”, Charlotte cussed under her breath.Her frustration was at the brim and ready to spill. *Ohh hi Charlotte “, Vanessa greeted with the sweetest smile. It was fake. This was something Charlotte didn't need to be told twice.

She bowed as well and took a seat across from Kent. “Hello Alpha Kent.” She stuttered. “Beautiful. Everything I heard about your daughter is proven true. She is a vision.” Kent said. Then he snapped his fingers. The wolf under him left his side and circled Marianna, he whimpered, then came back to Kent. Kent nodded at him. “Would you like supper, Alpha Kent? I’ve made turkey legs. Freshly caught.” Marianna excitedly said. “Who caught it?” Kent asked. “J—“ Marianna started but my mother gave her a warning look. “I did.” She finished.