Yuri Joven Novels & Stories

He probably forgot all about her. Yuri got Celine a glass of Pinot Grigio and a whiskey for himself and sat in Sebastian’s seat to keep Celine company. She found out that Yuri was from Moscow and knew Sebastian from university. She hadn’t told him who she was, but he knew. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to guess. If their publicity or the seating arrangement hadn’t given her away, her watching Sebastian and the scarlet-haired harlot did. Yuri inclined his head toward Sebastian and asked, “Is that who you came with?”

Good, they know better than to show any sign of weakness. I stopped right in front of them, my eyes already assessing their physic. They were just four that stood out from thousands of fights that took place the past months. “Name and country.” The first one to step out was a tall but sturdy man that looked to be in his late twenties. His blonde hair was shaved to a buzz cut and had several tattoos that littered his skin. “Yuri, Russia.” The next man stepped out and he seemed to be a teenager at most nnineteen to twenty one years old with watchful eyes and long jet black hair that was tied in a low bun.

“Yura!” greeted everyone within that group as they stood up. Yura was the eldest grandson of the Yaleman family, and he was also Lady Yaleman’s favorite grandson. As a result, everyone in the group naturally looked up to him. “Well you’re all early! Before anything else, though, I’d like to introduce my friends here! This young lady is my classmate in university! You can call her Marilyn! As for this beauty, her name’s Giya and she’s Marilyn’s ex-high school classmate when she was still in Mayberry City!” said Yura as he looked at Giya.

Cynical laughter roared nearby. “Good girl, I like your mouth better when it’s not spewing shit you can’t back up.” Yuri’s husky voice was suddenly low in my ear and I clenched my teeth. The unmistakable stench of booze and cigarettes invaded my nostrils and I couldn't escape. Activity was buzzing around me, but I was too out of it to notice any particular action. I felt him grasp my chin roughly to get a good look at my face before he released it and stood back up with a threatening grunt.

Waylon Isabella is a sixteen years old smart girl with a skinny welt built curving body. Light in complexion and has long curling blonde hair, which fitted her face with dimples around her cheeks. Her face dazzled like that of an angle with sparkling eyes, with a straight noise and succulent lips.

"Oh, I'm Rey. Then, let's just go in if you don't mind!” Yurippe got into the luxury car, he looked at Rey who immediately got in and brought his car at a moderate speed. Yuri occasionally whimpered in pain and made Rey feel guilty. I don't know what makes me feel guilty right now. Rey also occasionally looked at the girl. "So, did you attend The Highlight High School?" said Rey "I think yes!" “I also attended school there, but still a freshman!” Yuri just nodded, to be honest. He was now a little nervous about their situation and more awkward than usual. Actually he was late because of the wedding of his best friend Safa and also Alan.

Orina said, voice shaking under Liliana’s Lycan authority. “I am Giorge. A warrior from the Hardtooth pack. The blood I shed during the Western Fallout left me unstable. Hence, I went berserk and got thrown here,” Giorge added, his face heavy with self-disappointment. Liliana looked at them steadily. “Do you want to be my followers? Loyalty is all I need. But I won’t let my people waste away. You’ve experienced what I can do firsthand. I can soothe your berserk states, and I am a perfect Lycan. Young I may be, but my path is already laid out with thorns.”

I smiled victoriously on coming up with a perfect excuse to escape. "oh okay." he seemed slightly unbothered. "What's her name anywa-" he dropped a speaker while talking to me. Great! Couldn't expect anything less from the 'God of destruction'. I hurried forward to help him. "Her name is Yuri" That's the best name you could come up with hikari, seriously, I thought to myself. Yuri means a ghost in Japanese, I face palmed myself in my head. "oh Yuri," he giggled a little "pretty name"

"I want to hug you. Don't you like me hugging you?" 00Shen Jianchuan's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "I like it, but you are still young..." 00"I'm not young. I'm an adult now." Yuri put her lips on his neck. She found that she really liked him. He was not honest on the surface, but he was also a gentleman in his bones. If he had been with another man, he would have been unable to control himself. 00She was not confident in her charm. Instead, she was sending herself to someone's door. How many men could resist her?

He exerted immense effort to reach this point. Unsure of Gena’s desires, he suspected her confusion and rebellion. Her mindset mirrored that of a child seeking undefined fun, oblivious to its nature or consequences. Yuri found it challenging to enjoy her presence, but he derived pleasure from pushing her to the point of fear. He loved hearing her pain, but to hear her beg for more, as if he gave her the greatest pleasure. Yuri remained uncertain whether it aroused him or repulsed him, the most intense reaction he had ever experienced.