Yuri Zahard Novels & Stories

It was the voice of Yuri, she must be looking for me for a while now. No matter, I am already done with unmoulding the candles. I walked out of the storage room to meet with Yuri. “I’m here. Is there something wrong?” I asked as I fully emerged from the room, closing the door as I went. “Mr. Zoldago has arrived, he is waiting for you in your office.” At that sentence, I immediately went to the direction that goes to my office. “Have you given him a snack and a cup of tea?” I asked, concerned at the health of the businessman since the last time I saw him was that he was so weak and that he seemed to not have been able to sleep for a long time. Yuri nodded her head as she went ahead of me, op

’ I said turning to him slowly. ‘You’re cheeky’ he repeated tilting his head and frowning, ‘Is everything okay?’ he asked, concern plain on his face. Heat rose up my body and my face flushed at the thought of Sasha in Berlin when he discovered I wasn’t wearing underwear under my long skirt, he too called me a cheeky zayka, which meant rabbit. I shook my head as I reminded myself that Lyosha, the Russian tour guide had called me zayka several times as well and this was clearly a Russian term of endearment. ‘Yeah, fine’ I said with a smile, regaining my composure. Jamie took care of serving the rest of the family, while I sat across from Vasya to enjoy my meal.

Lassen, still slumped on the ground, chimed in, "Yes, that lowlife competed with my son for a girlfriend and caused his death. He also misled Naomi!" Zayan looked at Chad, then turned back to them with exasperated anger. "You call him a lowlife? Then what does that make you? Useless scum?" Everyone was stunned by this remark, their eyes shifting to Chad. Zayan pointed at Chad without hesitation, saying, "Do you even realize who he is? He's the grandson of the God of War who guards the nation, my future grandson-in-law, and also Sheldon's senior disciple. And you call him a lowlife?"

Drabek shrugged. "Besides being a grumpy old bat?" Drabek teased. "Watch it, Bek," Heidi shouted from somewhere inside. He huffed another laugh before his face turned serious. "She's a Hydra shifter. Don't let her size fool you. She's got a pretty mean bite." "Goddess above, I thought that race died out centuries ago." Drabek shook his head. "Like the Nightcrawlers. Some still lurk in the shadows." Drabek stepped into the inn before I could ask anything else. I quickly followed, and any further questions dissolved as I took in the place before us.

Ruby asked, taking a sip from her champagne. “Ruby, do you have any idea who that is?” Eve asked, tearing her gaze from Zayn. “Who?” Ruby asked, and Eve showed Zayn to her before he exited the auditorium. “Oh him? I'm surprised you don't know him, guess he came for Wright. He is Zayn Malik, he's an elder, the youngest elder among the twelve elders of the Lycan council. But he's the youngest only in looks, Zayn Malik is older than most of the other elders- He's lived for centuries.” Ruby explained.

I slowly went inside my apartment and in an instant, I fell on my bedsheet cover and fell asleep because I felt so tired. “Choose your side!” “I have to leave” “Please, don’t go” “Wake up, son” “Isaac” I woke up because of the dreams and the voices that whispered in my head. I remember now. He is Uzmael. The one who owns the white smoke and he is the one who wants to conquer God’s throne. He has a big ambition to rule the human and the spiritual world. I tried to recall his face but I couldn't remember even though I saw his face. It keeps on deleting in my memory. I tried to go back to sleep but I can’t sleep anymore. The sun is set high in the sky and it is already morning. Everybody is bu

my eyes landed on the man who’d put me through so much humiliation. What the hell was Luca doing here? “Patriarch Vasiliev.” Lorenzo’s voice came out tight and hard as his hand clenched at my waist and pulled me closer to his body.

After passing on the message, Yuri immediately hung up the phone call. He was already unhappy with Yoel as a person long before. However, the latter was a powerful man within Yuzuia, a member of the Hachison Family. But now… ‘Sorry, I’m Mr. Kersey’s subordinate right now, and he’s right here in Yuzuia at the moment! ‘Since he’s such a powerful man, does this mean I have a certain modicum of authority as well since I’m his subordinate?’ Yuri was not sure whether he had a modicum of authority but guessed he would not be too far off from being able to speak to Yoel with that attitude.

He nodded strenuously and subconsciously began treating Zayn with even more respect and admiration! Zayn was the chairman of Violet Vision Media Corp. He was so wealthy and he had a big shot like Mr. Hyde working for him. Beyond that, he had just shown what a skilled and powerful fighter he was, and all that at such a young age! Gordon had been involved in this business for so long and encountered so many people, yet it was his first time meeting someone like Zayn who defied all expectations. In his heart, Gordon had begun to idolize him.

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.