Bratva Books Novels & Stories

For a second I had forgotten that they were a Bratva family. Shaking off my surprise, I headed over to the shelves and scanned the leather-bound books. When I pull one down, I realise that these books were in fact handwritten, each and every one of them; even the newer century archives! Talk about old school, they were truly a family rich in culture. Using the ladder, I pull down the first two books and descend the wooden steps. But before I could sit down, I noticed a server standing there with a tray and smiling up at me.

There's always a price. The Volkovs crossed the line, not just by robbing the Voss assets but touching the hidden archives of her family, the Cator. These secrets gradually resurface. "Are you sure this is the only way?" Cinthye nudged Damien reluctantly. His captains dispersed were wearing a determined grim expression.

“But I would rather keep you alive. Break you piece by piece until you beg me to fuck you the way he never could.” Svetlana steps closer, voice dripping venom. “She thinks she’s queen already. Wait until she watches Dante bleed out on the floor. Then we’ll see how brave she is.” I laugh, low and bitter. “You two are pathetic. Plotting in secret while you fuck like animals. Dante will crush you both before you even get close.” Viktor’s smile turns cruel. “Brave words for a woman pinned against a wall with my come still warm on another woman’s thighs. Tell me, Doctor, does it turn you on knowing I could take you right here while she watches?”

She’ll make a great leader, but I fear it’ll be in vain. The Bratva is a highly misogynistic organization based on archaic traditions that I don’t believe will allow a woman to run it, even if she is Mikhail Gurin’s only heir. I nod. “Exactly right. History was not kind to these leaders, but for us, they are perfect role models.” Dimitry nudges Eva, which draws my attention to them as he whispers in her ear. Eva’s cheeks flush red, revealing he said something inappropriate. Dimitry is renowned for being a serial flirt with the girls.

My heart tells me that I shouldn’t pry, but my curiosity wins out. “I do.” Mila looks at me for a moment before turning her gaze back toward the ceiling away, chewing her lip as if she’s searching for the right words. My attention is now focused entirely on her, the stack of documents temporarily forgotten. “The Grachev Bratva under Yannick,” she begins slowly, “used to deal in prostitution. And more than once, one of the women got pregnant.” Her voice grows smaller, and when she resumes talking, it shivers. “Yannick saw the kids born from those women as assets. The boys would go on to become his boeviki, and the girls … Well, we had other uses.”

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She was still staring at the floor; I knew what I was saying was right and her reaction is my proof. “Marina and I wondered how this whole feud started with the Bratva. We did our research and I found an article from the 80s. They reported that the daughter of the then-leader of the Bratva was allegedly kidnapped while they were in California and that’s when the Bratva started to wage war on us. I couldn’t believe it at first but when I saw your picture in the photo album that Salva sent to me, I couldn’t deny that you and the leader that I saw looked the same.” I explained. Salva and Marina were both in shock, you can clearly tell from their faces. I knew Primo must be surprised as well but

Chapter 51: The Sovereign Horizon The morning sun came up over the East River. Filled the Brooklyn studio with a nice bright light. This light made the room feel fresh and new. Elena stood by an old oak table. Her hands were flat on the table. In front of her were the real books of the Nora Vale Imprint series. The Nora Vale Imprint series was finally done. The covers of the books were simple and nice to touch. They did not have the pictures that people usually see on digital books.

Bright started obviously forgetting everything about frying. "Hmm?" "We have to buy Br-braille... yeah, those books for Bubble. Little stories, because his teacher said they started teaching him the ABC things-" "Alphabet." I said hiding my laughter. "Shush, I know that. So the school gave us that Braille book with words.. like those cat, bat stuff. But we'll have to buy further ones." Bright explained.

From the old Nokia cell phone laying on top of my textbooks, I chuckle as I remember this phase of my life - Boring Viktor. I was a stickler for rules, never bending them for anyone, and had finished high school the day before I turned sixteen. My uncle, Dominik, advised me to go in the accounting direction since it would be an asset to the Bratva side of our family. I didn’t mind since crunching numbers was quite easy for me and I enjoyed it. But as I watch myself pace the floor in worry, I realize that it’s the day before I turned sixteen - the day before my Mate Bond Sighting clicked.