Bratva Romance Books Novels & Stories

This is Anatoli and Lara's story. One reckless, burning night out in town brings shy, sweet vet tech Lara and ruthless Bravta kingpin Anatoli Antonov together. Lara falls in love with him, but Anatoli's world isn't hers, and he tries to keep her away by disappearing the next morning without warning. Months later, they meet again. And this time, Lara is carrying a secret. Anatoli's baby.

In the Bratva world, it is taboo to show emotions, but Dimitri Baranov has shown us a different way of life; showing emotions, but when the time calls for it. I return the gesture and give Ayden a terse nod. How was he more mature than I was at age 19? He allows me to pick my sister up and I carry her towards my room on the far side of the hall. I hear Anastasiya pacing her room and thinking out loud, a smile crosses my face as I hear this. She was so innocent, the complete opposite of Ayden and I. She had taken after Amaranthe in more ways than one. I just pray that the Bratva world does not chew her up and spit her out.

“The Lunar Trials… forgotten queens.” “Why would you have books about queens?” I asked, and he shook his head as he went back to the paper that he was reading. “You know that reading is not limited to books about men or kings, right?” He asked as if I had just insulted him. “Bratva kings reading about queens. How balanced.” I said sarcastically. “You sound disappointed.” He said, raising an eyebrow. “I sound surprised.” I met his eyes. “I assumed you only collected books about murder, money, and how to glare at people until they apologize or flinch… maybe piss themselves before they tried to run.”

It's from Kimberly, her big sis. I've been in Russia for three years now—i joined The Bratva to get stronger. If you see this when you get out, then you might wanna come join me. We have to punish the bastard who framed you for our parents murder. The clan stopped taking females though, so you'll have to live as a boy if you're coming. I bought you a new identity as Micheal Alonso, get the details from the cyber man in the third street. He'll get you the invite and the QR code, too. See you soon, Adeshka. A smile painted Adeline's lips—a sad smile, but at least... there's hope.

"But I am unsurprised with your assessment of me." "See? You even talk fancy." I rolled my eyes and she smiled wider. "But these men from last night," I asked, focusing my curiosity on the present. "And the ones still here." She nodded. "What about them?" "Are they really criminals?" I asked. "Yeah. Don't quote me, but the Russians are from one of those Bratvas. The others are from an Italian Mob family." She shrugged. "But hey, it's nothing scary. Mind your business, don't ask too many questions, and just treat the patients."

Hello readers!!! Just before we begin, it is important to let you all know that this book is a collection of 10 amazing romance stories all by BLAZE NUKKO. The end of each story only leads to the beginning of another love journey. Here is the sequence for the collection: 1. Marrying My Best Friend's Fiancee 2. Pure Lust 3. Mr Handsome's Addiction 4. All For The Baby 5. A Virgin for His Desires 6. Claimed By The Greek Lord

KATYA I've been Mrs.Katya Kozlova for exactly two weeks and one day, but who's counting? That's fifteen straight days of surprisingly glorious, toe-curling sex with Isaac. If you'd told me on my wedding day that I would be walking into my childhood home blushing over what Isaac Kozlov did to me last night, I would have called you a liar. But he's been incredible since that first night. He's patient with me, vulnerable in ways I never expected. He stirs feelings I once thought impossible, and every time I'm convinced I've had the best orgasm of my life, he proves me wrong with an even better one.

"But we need everything you know about the transactions. Names, dates, account numbers. All of it." "I've given you everything." My voice came out hoarse. I'd been talking for six hours straight. "I swear, I didn't know. I thought they were just international businesses. The paperwork all looked legitimate." "We believe you," Agent Torres said. "The Bratva is good at what they do." The Bratva. Russian organized crime. I'd been laundering money for the Russian mafia while sending every spare dollar to Sofia for her medical school expenses. Sofia. Oh God, Sofia.