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Broken Souls- A Boris Pavlikovsky Story
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    Time 37m
Ongoing, First published Mar 12, 2021
Two souls, two broken souls, meet one another. Such pain both have felt. A random encounter created a bond to heal each other's pain.

Pyper, a runaway like Boris, finds herself in a bar where she meets a handsome dark-haired Russian accent man.
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Warning: Only for ages 18+ "You are in my seat," I repeated. "You said that already," the boy beside him voiced with a profound russian accent. The undertone sent a chill to break out on my skin. My hands curled around the books in my arms as I studied him a bit more. The two were similar in the physical, same bone structure and sharp jawline except for the crooked way the second one's nose was angled. As I looked him over he studied me with the eyes of sweet honey, the pools of gold shameless in their perusal. "We are entitled to sit anywhere we like." "You haven't listened the first time," I gritted. I was not in the mood for his bullshit. Not after what I went through this morning. "You are both entitled to a empty seat such as those in the back row." I pointed to the desks Mrs. Murray keeps free of name tags. "This is my section." His lips pursed. "And what about this seat? It is empty. No name, therefore I have claimed it." "I don't do well with partners," I explained. "Not if you like people who bite." His smirk was devilishly sly. "Vy mozhete ukusit' menya v lyuboye vremya, krasivaya devushka." You can bite me any time, pretty girl. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ This is Korina Volkov's first encounter with Maksimillian Nikolaev, a Russian fighter for the Bratva. He's charming and persistent, but Korina wants nothing to do with him. She's a girl with dark secrets, a thief forced to steal to uphold a debt with the Dom of the Russian Brotherhood. Boris Sokolov. The father of her fiancé, Erik. Despite her future with another boy, Maksimillian chases. He wants her. He's adamant about stealing her heart. But soon Boris returns with Korina's past, and a deal that can set her family free from the chains he cast upon them. In order to save her family she'll reach further into the mafia's madness, tangled in a mess of lust, love, deception and the hunger for Maksimillian that will result in giving up being a thief and welcoming a new role.
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Warning: Only for ages 18+ "You are in my seat," I repeated. "You said that already," the boy beside him voiced with a profound russian accent. The undertone sent a chill to break out on my skin. My hands curled around the books in my arms as I studied him a bit more. The two were similar in the physical, same bone structure and sharp jawline except for the crooked way the second one's nose was angled. As I looked him over he studied me with the eyes of sweet honey, the pools of gold shameless in their perusal. "We are entitled to sit anywhere we like." "You haven't listened the first time," I gritted. I was not in the mood for his bullshit. Not after what I went through this morning. "You are both entitled to a empty seat such as those in the back row." I pointed to the desks Mrs. Murray keeps free of name tags. "This is my section." His lips pursed. "And what about this seat? It is empty. No name, therefore I have claimed it." "I don't do well with partners," I explained. "Not if you like people who bite." His smirk was devilishly sly. "Vy mozhete ukusit' menya v lyuboye vremya, krasivaya devushka." You can bite me any time, pretty girl. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ This is Korina Volkov's first encounter with Maksimillian Nikolaev, a Russian fighter for the Bratva. He's charming and persistent, but Korina wants nothing to do with him. She's a girl with dark secrets, a thief forced to steal to uphold a debt with the Dom of the Russian Brotherhood. Boris Sokolov. The father of her fiancé, Erik. Despite her future with another boy, Maksimillian chases. He wants her. He's adamant about stealing her heart. But soon Boris returns with Korina's past, and a deal that can set her family free from the chains he cast upon them. In order to save her family she'll reach further into the mafia's madness, tangled in a mess of lust, love, deception and the hunger for Maksimillian that will result in giving up being a thief and welcoming a new role.