Novel & Cerita Alex Volkov Book Character

STATS OF SENAN: STRENGTH: 35 HP Power: 51 HP Intelligent: Max level 100 HP Agility: 85 HP The leader of Black Eyes were named Lex. Lex receive a message while he was on the transaction of Drugs. When he open the bags of drugs he saw the message of Mother Tree and only Lex can read that message. When he read the message Lex immediately killed the person he made transaction with just a few minutes and after that Lex left. STATS OF LEX: STRENGTH: 78 HP Power: 48 HP

I was so over this crap, I just wanted Charlie back in my arms, it was horrible with her being so far away “You are supposed to be my brother, do you not want to help me?” “It’s not that I don’t want to help, I just think we might be falling into a trap” Kayla comes quickly into the office carrying a large book, she looks flustered as she slams the open book down on the table sending bits of dust everywhere and making me cough. Kayla apologises and asks if we have heard about the one to rule them all. I look at Alexander and he looks just as puzzled as me “What do you mean the one to rule them all?”

Scar on the right side of his face, green eyes. Family: Antonia Karkov (wife, deceased) / Julius Karkov (son, future leader of the Russian Mafia) Friends: N/A As new characters appear during the Story this chapter will be Updated.

purpose exactly? What is happening still baffles me. Please do not treat me that way." Helena begged. Her leper-like pleas are strange. Her transformation from a ferocious wolf to a submissive sheep is amusing. "In order to ensure my freedom, I am prepared to speak the truth. I would sacrifice everything to appease the Alpha and regain my life, even if it meant worshipping the ground you walk on. Do not kill me. Nothing in my life has been accomplished." She pleaded for my mercy while sobbing bitterly. "Superb! Now look who is crying. Nobody anticipated this. Not even you," I sarcastically laughed as I made fun of Helena. I did not care about her tears at all. Regardless of how painful it w

"I could’ve it handled. Tell me, son, is there something you’re hiding I am not aware of?” English. He used English. And I trembled. Son? Did he just called Judas…. My eyes widended. Oh my god! Now I remembered where I saw him. On the magazine. Alexei Volkov. The Russian entrepreneur. Some say he had ties with mafia. "Я ничего не скрываю." ("I’m not hiding anything.") Alexei’s dark eyes were like twin daggers as he leaned forward. "Тогда объясни, пчто ты поджег склад, чтобы скрыть свои следы."

“This is Ivan Volkov we’re talking about! You think you can just—” I cut her off with a raised hand. “Yes, Lucy, Ivan Volkov. That’s exactly why it’ll work. I’m going to show this Russian cobra what I’m made of. He’s not the only one who knows how to bite. I’m not less venomous.” Lucy looks at me like I’ve grown a second head. “But what if he… I don’t know… does something awful? He’s not exactly known for his kindness.”

I spit out fiery. Arlette gulped, shifting on each leg. “Who were the guys?” I asked, staring at her naked body, her small curvy frame designed against the wall. Arlette shrugged, then answered my question. “Some Russians. I don’t know their names, but one guy, the main guy, his name was Dimitri Volkov,” she said. As if the guys being Russians didn’t give them off already, but fucking, Dimitri Volkov? That was the Bratva’s Pakhan and he was ruthless and as sneaky as a snake.

There was something about my father's reaction that told me I was missing something. A maniacal grin curled at the corner of the intruder's lips, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. “I got better” “Enough!” Alessandro roars, settling his angry gaze on my father, “Do you know this man Marcus?” My father doesn't respond. “Allow me to introduce myself.” the stranger began, his voice low and dripping with menace.“My name is Nikolai Volkov and I believe you have something that belongs to me.”

And this time, I wasn't going to play games. We sat together in the study room, now filled with shattered glass and traces of war. I cleaned my weapons with mechanical but focused movements. Isabella sat beside me, carefully tending to the wound on my arm. "How are we going to fight them, Alex?" she asked quietly. "They know everything about us. They know this house, they know your every move." I smirked, a dangerous, crooked smile forming on my lips. "They think they know everything, but they are wrong. They don't know that the Alexander Volkov they knew died today. What exists now is just a Devil who has lost everything and is ready to destroy anyone in his path."

“I told you, I'm not a kid; I'm twenty-two.” I noticed a smirk at the cover of his lips; he turned and twisted the doorknob, and his body seemed to lean downward before the pain. The cold night air blew harsh against my skin as the door opened. “What is your name?” “You do not need it,” he stopped out. I rushed to the door and grabbed it before it closed. “I want to know.” He stopped, but he didn't turn back. He hesitated before he finally spoke. “Ivan…Ivan Volkov,” he said. I watched him walk off into the distance until he faded.