Yuri Plisetsky Novels & Stories

We kissed one last time as the last boarding call announcement came over the loudspeakers. ‘I love you Sasha’ I told him for the first time. He smiled down at me. ‘I love you too, Malyshka.’ I walked away from him, breaking contact for the first time since we had arrived at the airport. I rummaged through my carry-on bag for my earphones before putting it in the overhead compartment. My hand ran across something unfamiliar. I pulled out a worn out book with Cyrillic writing on the cover, clearly belonging to Sasha. I found my earphones, shuffled my playlist, and flipped through the book. It was a collection of poetry by a Russian poet named Alexander Pushkin. The whole book was in Russian bu

I pull the air and quickly release it. "Yes?" I reply thanking the gods for keeping a normal voice. "That’s Yurich and Nureyev Romanov" Nods to the men who sit in front of us. I face Yurich this time taking a little longer, noticing once again his taste in keeping the beard trimmed but marked, the thick alliance with a blue diamond on the finger the angular nose a little crooked showing already have been broken. Beside him a younger version without a beard but with a look as disturbing as.

“ How can I fight the Russians if I don’t even have respect from the very people I took in and gave a home? There is a mole on the inside and that was how they knew when the shipments would arrive and how. They also knew my wife’s flight and where she would go for the meeting and when. “ Everyone paused to see how that related to them thinking I was weak, including me. “ My sister and wife almost died and I lost millions of dollars last night. Blood will be spilled here today. I’ll start with the very people who wanted my wife gone because I sense it was a plot by the Russians to create a divide within us. “ What he was saying made a lot more sense. I looked at the people at the table wonder

I was indeed curious as to what the color displayed but decided to settle my curiosity down for a while! After putting on my grey Scottish skirt, a white long-sleeved shirt, and a red tie, I was directed to a big classroom where I met Egor: “Hey, short thing. Looks like we’ll be stuck together for a while!” He called out referring to our uniforms. He was wearing grey slacks with a blue blazer, and I’ll admit it, he looked really good. Plus he was already such a looker himself and the attire just added up to the mix. He was a giant 6-foot guy with bulky arms and very grey eyes. he had naturally tanned skin with thick black curls that he wore like a crown on his head! He was really the type of

The woman had harmed him a lot, but he still wanted to do this last good thing for her, being the leader that people expected him to be. I took a step away from his arms and Alexei frowned in confusion, trying to understand what was wrong. Nodding at his parents, he unwrapped his arms from around me, allowing me to approach them. I smiled, gently getting down on my knees in front of Isabella who wouldn’t remove her hand from her face. It killed her to know that her daughter was slaughtered by her own brother, and despite masking his feelings better than his wife ever could, I knew that it ripped something inside Yaroslav’s heart. The man loved his daughter, and if anything, I knew that he wa

Every thrust sent sparks through me. “Nikolai,” I gasped, forgetting to use his title. His grip on my hip tightened. “Say it again.” “Nikolai,” I moaned louder this time. The tension built higher and higher until I shattered completely, crying out as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He followed moments later with a deep groan, falling his forehead against my shoulder.

Yuri ordered under his breath. Kathy obeyed the command automatically. Her grandmother had warned her this would happen once the world found out she was Yuri's beloved girl. Many people are fascinated with Yuri Daniel Athanas because he's part of a very famous group. Kristina Rewis had explained to her. Many of them will lie to you about Yuri, but you mustn't believed them. You mustn't trust them, mustn't even listen to them. The only thing that matters, Kristina had said gravely, was what the people you love is telling you.