Masuk[ANASTASIA]Ever since I returned from the safe house, I knew I wasn’t about to sit still and look pretty.Not when Ivan was still fighting for his life.Not when the place we once called home no longer felt like home.Not without Ivan.I spent days after my return thinking about the same thing, ove
“Now?” I nod. “More than ever.”This new information gives way to a new expression on his face. Instead of looking super annoyed, he looks curious, suspicious—even careful, if that furrowed brow reveals anything.Good. He should be.Because the thing about moles? They’re not just rats in fancy coats
*One Week Later*[DIMITRI]“The shipments will be at the docks tonight, but you still haven’t decided who we’re sending?” Igor taunted, as he stood by the bar, holding an empty tumbler—something he’s been doing ever since he walked into my office—well, Ivan’s office, but that’s irrelevant. One would
After our fourth round of pure, wild sex, I have nothing left in me. Every ounce of energy drained, I barely manage to pull the sheets over myself before sleep claims me.When I wake hours later, the room is dim, the soft glow of my bedside lamp casting long shadows on the walls. My body feels heavy
[NADIA]“You’re here?” I say into the phone, clutching my books tightly to my chest as I glance around. “Where?”“Outside. Meet me when you’re done with your classes.”A wide grin spreads across my face, excitement bubbling inside me. “Oh, I’m done. And even if I wasn’t, I’d still run to you.”Dimit
The Ivan I know is strong. Unshakable. Even in the worst situations, he carries himself with a quiet, effortless confidence that makes you believe nothing could ever touch him.But the man lying in this hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines and the sterile scent of antiseptic, looks nothing l
I bit my lower lip and watched him close the door of the passanger seat. My annoyed gaze followed him as he rounded the car and got in behind the steering wheel. I couldn’t help but feel so small, so insignificant next to him. So angry and helpless and bitter and depressed that I thought it was a mi
[NADIA] Throughout my life, I always knew what I wanted: to become someone who mattered, someone who did things that mattered to others; someone who wasn’t afraid of the world; someone who lived their life on their own terms. But, as they say, you don’t always get what you want. And in my case, I
He almost let himself believe that he was a human and not a monster. Almost. “Are you okay?” She whispered against his lips, her fingers caressing his skin like she couldn’t stop touching him. And fuck, he wanted her to touch him like that for as long as he lived. He didn’t even know how much he
Everything escalated between them too quickly. Not even in his dreams he could have thought something like they would ever happen with him. That he would get to kiss this woman he barely knew, or feel her hands all over him, her nails scraping at his skin or her legs wrapped around his hips. Fuck!







