Why Did Yuri's Mom Burn The Picture Novels & Stories

There was no way I would have been so calm, just playing on my phone now. A flicker of worry crossed his face, but he shook it off. He walked up to me and took my phone. "Jen, Suzanne is trying to talk to you. Can you set the game down?" I frowned. Just as I was about to say something, I saw the bouquet on my bed. A cold wave of horror washed over me. The crimson roses stood out sharply against the pure white blanket. In an instant, I was thrown back to that frozen winter. Mom stood at the roof's edge, and then she jumped. Her body fell through the cold air and crashed into a bed of roses.

I kept my eyes down, picking up the freshly brewed, scalding hot coffee—and threw it directly in her face. "AHHH!" The burning liquid made Vivian scream. Her trembling finger pointed at me, mascara running down her face with the coffee. She looked genuinely shocked that I'd finally fought back. "You psychotic BITCH!" she shrieked, wiping coffee from her eyes, her perfect makeup now streaking down her cheeks. "Do you really believe Derek won't dissolve your mate bond after this? " "Let me tell you the truth," she continued, eyes glittering with malice. "Derek only marked you because of something I said that made him angry. A stupid fight we had."

She grabbed a bottle and smashed it against the back of Aunt Tiffany's head. "This is my family's business, Tiffany! Stay out of it!" she yelled. Glass shattered across the floor. Aunt Tiffany cried out while clutching the back of her head, blood dripping down the floor. Everyone rushed forward to check on her. But Mom quietly grabbed the lighter and lit the envelope on fire. The moment the flame touched the alcohol-soaked envelope, it surged and devoured the paper in seconds. In the flickering light, Mom's face was flushed as she giggled. "See that? What I say goes in this house. Both of them listen to me. Frank better get into Horvard next time and make me proud!"

When my father, the king brought Yuri to his service, he got permission from the fairy counsel allowing Yuri the permission to get me from Rian by any means necessary that was how Yuri was able to kill Rian. I didn’t believe Rian had died but Yuri came to the palace the next day and confirmed he had killed the rogue menace. I don’t know why but a part of me shattered on hearing this news. Why was I feeling this way? Why? Why do I feel like it was the end of the world for me? Rian wasn’t worth all this. Rian didn’t deserve anything except for the cold death he had gotten.

he said before pulling the phone away from his ear, his eyes going flat again. He tossed the phone onto the table. It has to be Bethel Malenkov. Poor woman. I bet she knew. That’s the kind of life handed to you when your father ties your future to a wounded, despicable animal. Yuri had no mercy on the tight ass he was drilling. He growled like a fucking animal, spewing words in Russian as he spanked her so hard on her bare ass that one couldn't tell if she was screaming because of the sex or of being hurt.

“But I can’t forget what you did.” I met his eyes, full of fury, grief, and everything I still hadn’t said. “You torched everything I had left of my mother,” I whispered. “You didn’t just burn paintings, Misha. You burned me.” Silence. “And Yuri’s family home,” I went on, sharp now. “Innocent people. My sketches…” He stood slowly. No threats. No smirk. Just the quiet shift of power between us. “I don’t know how to fix that,” he said, voice rough. “But I want to try.”

“No, that can’t be true. Tell me that you are just kidding me. You are doing this just to get back at me. There is no way you are dating him, right? Yeah! This can’t be happening. You love me, and I love you. Both of us are meant to be together. I will get rid of that man if he is annoying you this much. I am sure that he had pestered you into this.” At this point, Yura did not even know what to feel. She was getting bored of this game and wanted it to end. But she did not know how to make that happen. If only she would be able to kill him without anyone being able to trace it back to her, things would have been just fine.

The back of the frame wasn't just a blank board. It was hiding a photo. In the picture, Ethan looked triumphant, his arms wrapped around a woman in a red dress. I held my breath, my fingers trembling as I flipped the photo over. On the back, in handwriting I knew too well, was a line. [Sophia, no matter who I mate, you are the mark on my soul.] The date was the day before our mating ceremony. Early the next morning, after dropping Sam at the pack school, I didn't head to the clinic.

Later, on my tablet, I saw a picture of them kissing on the balcony outside the room where I'd had my shot. There was writing under the photo, and I couldn't read most of it. “Al-pha. Cheat…” I pointed at the screen. “Mommy, is this the word for cheating?” Mommy didn't answer. She just turned the tablet off. I didn't get angry. Mommy only had twenty more days with me. Daddy came back furious, Vanessa crying behind him. He swept everything off the table, and my favorite glass shattered on the floor. I hid behind Mommy and peeked out at him.

I responded. "Will you shut up!" she yelled. "Are you aware of what you're doing? Are you trying to kick this girl out of your life too? You should better wake up and fight your demons because I've come to realize that this is not ordinary. Yes, there is something behind it," Mom added, gritting her lips in pain.