Yuri Novelas e Histórias

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte

"Break up with your girlfriend… Yeah yeah cause I'm bored You can hit it in the morning… Yeah yeah like it's yours". "I can't break up with my girlfriend but I wanna hit yours in the morning like it's mine". His husky voice interrupted me as he wrapped his arms around my waist, my back making contact with his solid torso. Turning around, I was greeted with a shirtless Lucian in black sweat pants that hung low on his waist. OMG! He keeps getting hotter. I've never seen him shirtless before. My subconscious screamed.

She asked him instead. “I’ll find my fellow mermen here.” “Suit yourself.” She said. “Just take care of Yntreia. I’ll see you later.” She followed Margarette as they went through the thick crowd. She saw a lavishly dressed Kapre smoking his famously favored tobacco. There were also heavily armored Dwarves, having a contest in arm wrestling. She caught glimpse of some winged women called Harpies, circling above ground. They kept on going until they reached the Virsathen’s tree trunk.

' "Ah..." Finally, Albert was the first to react. He looked dubiously at Yuri. "Honorable Goddess of Light, you must be joking. You killed Crescent Moon Principality Army's commander-in-chief, Eric, with just a single strike, and many people saw it. Who else can be so powerful?" Yuri's lovely face was solemn. "I'm not the Goddess of Light! My real name is Yuri, and my cultivation strength is completely different from the saint energy. Therefore, it may seem a little weird to all of you."

Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in. At the center of the room, a man with perfect muscles and fat ass moved around the pole with smooth control. His almost naked body spun around the pole as he blended with the slow music. Stygian himself watched the guy as he moved with slow and practiced confidence. Sitting carelessly on the velvet sofa, nothing concerned him with the dude between his legs, sucking his cock. His focus was on the stage because that was where all the pleasure came from. Some of his acquaintances sat on other sofas, close enough to see the stage but far enough to distance themselves from Derek Stygian’s sin, as they usually call it.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

But Alex is all business, and if he thinks he’s dragging me back to Chicago to face my father, he’s going to have a fight on his hands. I kick and thrash and suddenly Yuri, the huge, tattooed Russian who sits and watches the DJ, Lucy, every night with a moon face, steps in front of us, blocking Alex. “Put girl down.” His accent is as thick as his meaty arms. You gotta love Yuri. I’m ninety-nine point nine percent sure he’s ex-mafia, too. Or bratva—whatever they call Russian mafiya. His tattoos read like a rap sheet and when he’s not looking moony at Lucy, his expression promises death to anyone who gets in his way or looks too l

“It’s barely been five days.” Confusion crashed over me and I stared at the way her manicured fingers curled possessively around his forearm, at the casual intimacy of her posture and my mouth opened, closed, opened again. “Kael, who is she?” I pressed, voice thinner than I intended. Before he could answer, she turned her head toward me, lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. “Well, I’m Yuri,” she drawled. “Kael’s concubine.”

A storm. A wrong turn. A stranger in the dark.Elara Voss has spent her life hiding the fever that burns through her once a year ,a desperate, shameful hunger she’s never understood. One blood-moon night, it drives her deep into forbidden mountains… and straight into the path of a man who looks at her like prey.Kai Blackthorn doesn’t do gentle. He’s all hard muscle, silver eyes, and raw command. The second he breathes her in, something primal snaps inside him. One touch, one taste, and he’s lost,claiming her body against his cabin walls, on the rug by the fire, in his bed until dawn, in ways she’s never even fantasized about.She flees before sunrise, convinced it was a reckless mistake she ca

Despite her warrior status, Yuri’s appearance was unexpectedly casual. She wore an oversized shirt paired with baggy trousers that resembled a skirt at first glance. She had clear skin, and her bright smile made it impossible to tell that she was a warrior. Her overall demeanor was positive, so Rey was initially taken aback once the introduction was made. "Hello, um… I mean, greetings, Sir! I’m Yuri, as you already know. I assure you, I’m quite capable, so feel free to rely on me whenever you need!" Yuri greeted enthusiastically.