Vika Levina Novels & Stories

Vika’s voice stopped while she keeps staring blankly at her. “She’s my only and the most beautiful best friend that I ever have, Vika..” “Aris…” Jojo hasn’t finished his sentences when Vika suddenly does jolly jumping and clapping her hands excitedly in front of them both. “THE NEW SUPERMODEL!!! ISN’T SHE?”

Lena never lost her composure, but right now, her hands were visibly shaking. "Bella," Lena said, her voice tight and strained. "You need to see this. Right now." I frowned, shifting Victor slightly in my arms. "What is it, Lena? Is it the Marchetti Group?" "No," Lena said, stepping forward. She tapped the screen of her tablet and set it down on the marble island. "It’s Nadina Volkova. She just went live on a major news outlet. It’s broadcasting everywhere." I leaned over the counter, my eyes scanning the screen.

But here she was, about to face death for the second time in a few hours. “Alpha Ezekiel is too good for a human like you,” Claire continued. “He will be Alpha of the biggest pack in the world in a few short months, and I will be his Luna. I don’t know why you thought you could compete with me. I mean, look at you.” Ava began to tremble as she stepped back. “You’re pathetic and can’t fight your own battles. You’re the last thing that Zeke needs right now.” “I’m not trying to compete or be a Luna. I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

The woman was breaking over her child, and needless to say; she would be feeling the guilt of her dying for a while before she managed to forgive herself. “Isabella, do you want to try and eat something? It would help your blood sugar rise if only a bit” Lena asked, looking at Isabella who shook her head. I went to walk toward her only for a hand wrapping around my arm to stop me, Yaroslav’s.

Gen was sitting on a tree stump while Nina stood before her. “Nina,” I murmured, getting their attention. “Brielle,” Gen stood up with hope in her voice. “What’s the plan?” I asked Nina, ignoring Gen. “Nina, I hope you’re not planning to throw Gen and me into our death.” “I’m not Nina. My name’s Levana Morgan,” she corrected. “I used a dead servant girl’s name and claimed to everyone I was her.” She began to walk without telling us where we were heading. Even in the dark, she seemed to know her way around.

I still can't believe Chynna, Is she allowed to lie to her patients? Aggravated, I walk to the couch, flip my laptop open, I click her name, and call unable to stop myself. It rings for a bit, and I begin to doubt her answering, how foolish of me to call her at this hour, she has a child, she's probabaly tir - "Viola." I still, I called, but still shocked. "Are you okay?" She asks, and I smile. She looks beautiful, peaceful even. "Fiona." I say with a gentle smile and an aching heart.

she said lowering her head. "Your line of work kept you away from living life?" Derrick asked surprised a beautiful woman such as herself at her age was still a virgin. "You can say that and a lot of people find me very intimidating. I think you are the only one who was not intimidated by me," Isabel pointed out. Of course, how could he have noticed that side of her? He was not himself; he was getting depressed.

Soon I was done fixing her hair and she ordered me to pick out the best glow polish to Polish her red tails. I left and went into her luxury decorated room to pick out a glow red Polish and started polishing her tails to give it a glowing sparkle. Luciana is a spoilt princess who takes everybody as trash and she has no regards to people she feels too full of herself because she gets whatever things she wants at a snap of her hands. I envy her a little because ever since I was born I have been suffering haven't had a taste of motherhood no one to run to I've been depressed so many times and I've learnt to live with it.

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.

I murmured. “Speak of the devil.” Detective baker frowned. I looked in the direction of where he was looking and saw a woman in a suit walking toward us. She had a friendly smile painted on her face, but I had a feeling we wouldn’t be the best of friends. “Detective Baker, long time no see,” she beamed. “I prefer it that way,” detective Baker grumbled. He still hadn’t returned her smile. So they must have some kind of history there. She looked at me. “You must be Marina Davis,” she said. “I am Special Agent Danna Halman. You can call me Danna or agent Danna.”