Vika Levina Novels & Stories

she said, sounding a little nervous. Vera gave her a playful look. “You’re blushing. Come on, don’t try to hide it.” Leila laughed softly, giving in. “Okay, you got me.” Vera’s smile grew. “Tell me everything.” Leila took a deep breath. “Last year, I went to Moscow for an internship. I didn’t expect much from the trip, but then I met someone. His name is Dimitri Malenkov.” Vera raised her eyebrows in interest. “Sounds impressive.”

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

“She’s pretty.” I scoffed. “Pretty isn’t the term I’d use...” which was true, Vasha wasn’t pretty. She was stunning. A tiny little Russian woman with gorgeous green eyes and a childlike smile. Although she presents in a masculine way, Vasilisa's femininity radiates through her breathtaking laugh and the soft, almost delicate way she uses her hands while she's talking. She was wearing a black sweater, with a white Siberian tiger roaring in the center. Her hands were intertwined along the nape of her neck, grabbing fistfulls of dark hair. She wasn’t smiling in the photo, but those expressive eyes were bright, and playful. I couldn't have picked out a better picture to show Liza, and it made me

“Well, I don’t know if it’s the witch you were looking for, but there’s a woman there and she’s been tossing magic aoround all over the place. She found the cameras and blew them all out.” “Send over the footage that you have,” I tell him. When he does, I see a woman that looks like she’s been living in the gutters of the streets for far too long. I freeze one of the frames and zoom in. It’s Levana, alright. I’m not sure if she didn’t hear about what happened to Laris Bevan or if she’s just pissed that we took him out and set up security, but either way, my guy’s assessment of her ‘tossing magic all over the place’ is very accurate. Rather than fixing the place up, it looks like she went on

Her back cracked as she stretched, groaning softly. Leila’s voice softened, but only slightly. “You’re twenty, not forty. Live a little.” “I would,” Vlada said, brushing a hand through her disheveled hair, “if life weren’t so damn expensive.” She didn’t say it out loud, but Leila knew. Knew that even with Fynn helping her out, Vlada refused to sit still and rely on anyone. Her pride came laced with exhaustion. “Fine, I’ll eat,” she muttered, reaching for her bag. “But just a chocolate milkshake.”

“We wish to speak with Lev Lim.” It was so obvious that Devika wanted to raise her eyebrow in amusement for what they asked. But she didn’t and instead, she smiles. That smile almost looks like it has other meanings. “Of course, you may. Speaking of the man you need—there he is.” Lev is talking with other people then he turns to them. Victoria gives him a soft side nudge and whispers, “fuck, now that’s what you call a daddy”. He can’t and won’t disagree with that.

The ever so soft violins continued playing a sweet melody that almost sent me to sleep. Levi shifted uncomfortably. "Actually I came here with my last girlfriend." I nodded understandingly. "What's her name?" He cleared his throat. "Gina. Gina Wright." Gina Wright. She was a well known model and actress. Gina was practically everything I wasn't. She's beautiful, funny, charismatic, and very generous. Well that's what the media painted her out to be, anyway. But then again, no one's even heard back from Gina after several years. Maybe she retired? I felt in someway that I had to be more like Gina in order to even compare to her. What did Levi see in me that he chose to go on a date with me?

“Maybe you’re the one being infected by Violet.” “Oh, my god- no. No, no, no.” Leona shakes her head, cringing at the thought. “Don’t even joke about that.” Liviana watches the woman shiver, giggling at her dread. “I, uh...” she trails, drawing back to the topic as she asks, “as much as I love that take on things- and trust me, I love it and I will be using that outlook from now on-“ “Good to know,” Leona nods, telling the raven she was happy to share her view of the subject.

That bright morning was a decisive day for Alisa Garbareva at Kartovik Girls High School. On this day, she would present all the results of her research entitled 'Social Conditions of Society in the Vitania Autonomous Region' to the examining teachers. There were about 5 teachers, consisting of the principal, Diana Bjolgnir, senior teacher and main caster of the magical girls, Mariya Erlensdottir, Rumia Firlidina, and two other senior teachers. They looked at a number of files from Alisa's research results while listening to the girl speak.

she said, not asking but ordering. “Is that a fucking order, Aria?” I asked in a threatening voice, maybe she needed reminding that I was her Capo. Viktor squeezed her shoulder, but she held my gaze then stepped forward out of his grip and closer to me. “No,” she said softly, looking at me with those big brown eyes as if that would warm my heart. “I am asking you for permission as your sister-in-law and as a Kozlov.” “Fuck,” I snarled and glared at Viktor. “Couldn’t you have chosen an airheaded wife? She’s as good at manipulation as you are.”