Yuri Cod นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Hitomi Kirisawa had always been a fan of classical music, though her favourites were actually the piano pieces composed by the South Korean piano music composer, Yiruma. Yuri clenched her hands into fists by her sides, not showing any emotions outwardly. “How many people have you threatened or killed in order to attain that piece of information?” Yuri spoke blandly, betraying nothing in her voice at all. Kami ignored that snipe at him, and smiled a small and grim smile at Yuri. “It’s been a long time, Yuri-chan,” he said. “You’ve grown up.” Yuri’s right eye twitched visibly before she glared at Kami, her hands still clenched into fists by her sides. She gritted her teeth together with slight

Ben reminded him. Scowling angrily, Yuri looked up into Ben's face. "You will speak with my business acquaintance." He walked away to the double doors. He hadn't even acknowledged Trish's existence yet. Ben looked over at the redhead who smiled at him. She preferred to be underestimated. A moment later Yuri returned with a man wearing a Russian Military uniform. He was carrying a double width attaché case which he set down next to the couch before continuing into the room. When they stood before Ben, Yuri spoke. "Ben Shepherd, this is Colonel Aleksei Vasiliev."

Ever since I had walked in as Ryu’s personal maiden, he had always been in my business, wanting out for me. As I walked out of my chambers, heading for the assembly, my ears picked up a strange wave of sound. It was basic ultrasound, high frequency, enough to make the average wolf bleed, but then it was a form of communication that could be decoded with cell. I grabbed my cell, raising it in the direction of the ultrasound. Just as I expected, letters began to appear on the cell, and the sound started to fade. “Meet me at the mountaintop by sundown. Come along and uphold your honor.” The text read.

It's like our souls are connected and will never separate. "Hayat." Eren buries his head in my neck, giving himself to the feeling as he keeps thrusting deeper. I feel a strange knot forming in my stomach, making me gnashes my teeth. "Damn." He groans throatily and sucks on my sensitive neck, making me scream his name repeatedly. Increasing his pace, he raises back to look at my face, his red with rapture and his eyes dark with arousal.

The danger of my best friend being right upstairs somehow ignited something primal in both of us. “Stay quiet,” Kael growled softly against my ear. His deep voice vibrated through my whole body. Then he started moving again, slow at first but completely relentless. He pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in with controlled power. The wet, filthy sound of his cock plunging into my soaked pussy echoed softly in our hidden corner of the basement. I bit down hard on his shoulder to muffle my moan, tasting the salt on his skin while my nails raked down his tattooed back.

Amused, like a snake watching a mouse dance too close. “Who the hell is that?” I whispered. Yuri wiped blood from his lip, ego cracked worse than his dignity. “I think… that’s Misha Petrov.” No. Fucking. Way. I’d heard the stories. The Bratva’s reaper. The man who made people disappear like smoke. The man who was supposed to marry my sister. He didn’t move. Didn’t call his soldiers back. Didn’t lift a hand. He just watched me. Like a puzzle he wasn’t sure he wanted to solve.

Hailey asks as she sets the table as the rest of the family start to come into the room. Gideon, Idris’s son, walks slowly to give his mother a hug good morning. Beatrice, Ava’s daughter, walks towards the kitchen dragging her little chair to the sink to wash her hands. Nathaniel and Mabel set their one-year-old twins Lucinda and Lucas in the crib in the living room. Colton, Ava’s husband, and Idris walk in through the back door carrying groceries and supplies for the house. The wolves’ home was full of life, not a single outsider can predict the weight of what they were prophesized hours before. “Vor is Frey’s sister. She’s one of the gods that protect Yord. She’s one of the most powerful b

Despite the low orange light in the sauna, everything about him pops his tattoos, his monstrous strength and superior muscles. Strands of his now longer hair fall over his forehead, some of them fell over his icy blue eyes. Those dangerous, ethereal ones. Nothing about Rhys is idle, even his casual posture says so. Leaning back on his elbows, he tilts his head in my direction. “Are you going to stand there all day?” “Where's Yuri?” “Yuri has an errand to run.” “I'll just come back after you're done.” “Nonsense. Come in.”

He says. "What are you talking?! I know that. Tsk!" I complained. *Pouts* "Haha, You're so cute when you pout." Cody said and then ruffled my hair. "What the hell Cody! Stop !" I complain. "Pfffft haha!" Cody like an idiot. -___- my reaction. Yumi, on the other hand, is busy picking up shells in the front, as if she is really enjoying what she is doing. I just smiled. Zik's POV