Ok, so the last thing I posted on this site was in April, how sad is that? Ok, about The Romanov, the title is a little iffy, I like it myself, but its hard to explain, so if you want a long explanation about it then please just ask. Its not quite a romance novella, it kind of works its self into one, along the way. So please bare with me. I am very proud of this piece, very proud its silly how excited I am about writing this. Well, like always nit-pick but don't be mean.
Addawen.
P.S. the prologue part is spoken from a guys point of view.
It was then that I first laid eyes on the carnal, exotic, creature before me and it may be my last. I raised my hands in innocence eyeing the little twelve gauge shotgun she held in her tiny hands.
The blood lust in her eyes was hunger, it was hate, carnage even but above all it was desire. Desire shown through those blue eyes, desire for want of her trigger finger to pull back letting the thirsty bullet escape from its cage and plow deeply into my skull.
I would then fall backwards, my eyes not seeing the scarlet of my blood spew from me, my eyes not seeing the little twitch of a smile crossing her plump lips.
I blinked once, twice and the image of me lying flat on my back unseeing, danced before me. I focused on the crazed beauty before me, her eyes such a vibrant blue they would make the jewel, for which they are named after thrive with jealousy. Her tawny colored hair soft as silk billowing in the wind behind her, showing off her ample little body.
Those eyes, my God I will never forget such eyes. I had no idea so much emotion could be shown through eyes.
Was this to be my end? Struck down by this siren, and I a man of war, am I too be snuffed out like this, after all that I have seen and lived through?
Her petal shaped lips twitched in that one of a kind smile, then disappeared, her bright eyes grew more fierce.
“Out of my way Viking!” she snarls, her voice sweeter then I imagined. “My quarrel is not with you.”
“Viking?” I ask bewildered.
Before I could utter another word, like a viper the butt of her gun struck out, slamming into my skull. And just like so many others before me, I Jensen Kolbeck, fell victim to The Romanov.
