LOGINThis book is officially over. I can't believe I finished it. There were times I wanted to give up. Times I did at some point, but for some reason, I always found the energy to push through. I want to thank everyone who gave this book a chance. Without you, this book wouldn't be as successful as it
“Nikolai, I- ouch” She takes a step towards me and then stops, her face twisting into a grimace. I'm at her side in an instant, my hands around her shoulder, steadying her, “What's wrong?” I ask, my gaze scanning her carefully. My eyes land on the thin ragged line on her knee. The edges are raw, a
To be honest I wouldn't blame her if she did. She’d just seen me torture information out of a man. A man who deserves every bit of pain I dished out to him and more but still. Ava wasn’t used to this. She wasn’t used to seeing other people suffer. I was. I thought I could shield her from the darknes
Nikolai There's a solid second that follows after I see her, where the two of us just stare at each other, neither one of us willing to break contact first. Fuck. She wasn't supposed to be here. How the hell did she even find this place? "Ava, wait," Her eyes widened, a flicker of panic cross
I don’t. My pulse dips, and my heart rate spikes. The passageway is dark and the light seeping in from the library barely serves as an adequate lighting source. I whip out my phone and turn on the flashlight, barely containing the scream that threatens to erupt from my throat, when I see a roach s
The drawing is far from perfect, but it's perfect enough to make Kira smile, and that's enough for me. “Do you think Papa will like it?” I smile softly, brushing a strand of her dark hair away from her face. "I think your papa will love it.” Kira's smile brightens even more. The door to the
The bell goes off and I gather my things, my mind still miles away as I make my way to the studio for my next class. The smell of paint and turpentine hits me the moment I step into the studio. I make my way over to my easel which stands in the corner next to the windows. Professor Bennett, the in
"Khristos, Solnyshko" He curses, gripping me tightly then releasing me when he's sure I can stand on my own. I hate the fact that I miss his touch almost immediately it's gone but I do a good job at hiding it. (Christ, Sunshine) I try to balance on my shaky legs but the sharp pain radiating from my
"You're breathtaking, Solnyshko" I murmur, leaning my head down, my stubble grazing her cheek. "Absolyutno bezuprechnyy" (Absolutely flawless) Her chest rises and falls in quick succession, and a faint blush stains her face. "You're just saying that because you want to sleep with me" She breathes,
Once I'm inside his room I attempt to calm my beating heart with some breathing exercises I'd learned on YouTube a while back. It doesn't work. His room is meticulously organised and far much bigger than mine. I step further into his room, allowing the soft lighting of the space to dance along my







