Tatia Petrova Novels & Stories

Daragh says and I sigh and tell her what he said, and she scoffs and folds her arms over her chest. “For your information, Irish pretty boy, I am no Russian flower. So we are clear. Now get one of your goons to show me what is available.” Tati spits back at him and her green eyes glow brighter with her anger. I look away and try to control myself. An angry Tati is not funny. Yeah, you can tell she is the daughter of Alina and Dimitri with how she is. Certainly not a Russian flower. Not unless that flower was a poisonous man-eater.

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

The views were beyond what we had expected but with the fame that came attached to a Michelin restaurant, we shouldn’t have been surprised it would have done so well. At the beginning of August, Kate gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named Katya Dmitriyevna Zhuk. Parents and baby were doing well regardless of the little amount of sleep any of them were getting. I often went over in my free afternoon to cuddle little Katya while mom and dad took a much needed nap. Dmitry had gone all out to find a nanny for their perfect little girl so that Kate could return to her studies in the fall. Kate had a lot of trouble returning but Dmitry was insistent that she finished her degree.

She cackled and intentionally stepped on my feet. I groaned in pain and managed to stand up. “Alpha finally dumped her for me, and now she's salty,” Tracy spat out. “Brianna, you have to see her face when he rejected her. What a silly goof!” She hissed. Brianna shrieked excitedly, flashing her hands in the air. “Wow, Lena, you are really done for. You can't keep a man, you lost your mom, and your father couldn't even live long enough to take care of us. You must be bad luck,"

"This is truly remarkable, Madame Aurora," Keia replied. The Gitana's gaze locked onto Thomas, her smile fixed in place. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your companions?" “Absolutely," Hera managed to say. "Thomas and Gelo meet Madame Aurora, the woman responsible for our newfound status." The Gitana reached out her hand. Thomas shook it briefly. "You put on a fantastic performance. How long have you been doing this?" Thomas inquired. "For several years now, Mr...?" She paused, waiting for his last name. He hesitated, unsure if she had any history with his family.

"Your attendance is much appreciated. To formally introduce myself, I am Czarina Olena Belikova of Russia." Father bowed respectfully, his chestnut-brown eyes kind. "It is such a pleasure to meet you, your imperial highness. We are immensely grateful for the invite." He then introduced, "I'm Lord Ibrahim Mazur." Czarina Olena smiled wider. He wrapped his arm around Rhea, whose emerald-green dress resembled vomit. "This is my wife, Lady Rhea Dragomir-Mazur," he continued. "And these are our daughters combined, Rosemarie, Jillian, and Vasilisa." Cesarevich Dimitri's mother's brows furrowed. "You were married prior to her?"

“ Are you lost? “ A voice asked. It belonged to a black-haired beauty with captivating gray eyes. She had a diamond-shaped face and pink full lips. She was so gorgeous that she could pass for a model or an actress. The resemblance between her and Nikolai was uncanny. She flashed me a gorgeous smile and I couldn’t help but smile back. However, I saw behind that smile. She looked like she had a lot to hide. I could tell she was good at creating a façade. “ I’m Vivienne. “ I smiled at her and looked away. I didn’t need to introduce myself because she knew who I was. She was Nikolai’s sister after all. “ Come, let me show you around. “ “ Don’t act nice to me. I’m a prisoner here and you know it.

Alex POV Charlotte started training today, she isn’t as bad as she tried to tell me she was. She definitely lacks confidence in herself. Her right hook is something that can be feared. She knocked one of the men out with one hit. Her balance is great, speed could use some improvement and skill level isn’t half bad for someone who’s never trained before. But what she told me about her past would make sense. She needed to know how to protect herself so I guess a little fighting skills are better than none. Soon she will be great. I promised her that. Her determination to be able to stand with us in battle when needed is strong and adorable if you ask me. She’s been in her room since training e

She isn’t really good with words as she rarely have a conversation with people but she prayed the Lyra wouldn’t let those negative criticisms affects her. The ballet dancers were shocked when the music played it came from the famous ballet piece “Swan Lake” the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky. Catherine’s eyes widened upon seeing Lyra’s performance up close. She felt that as if she’s already seeing a real performance. She already seen a dozen performance of Swan Lake because it was one of her favorite and Lyra was just as good as those who had performed the Sugar Plum Fairy. Lyra’s performance was perfection itself and even Anita knew that Lyra was the one they were

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"