Brave Frontier Vargas Novels & Stories

My purpose here is clear: to reclaim what rightfully belongs to me. My name is Nikolai Fedorov, a seasoned assassin who has faithfully served the Bratva for countless years. Renowned for my exceptional skills and unyielding brutality, I have earned a fearsome reputation among our ranks. Having held the esteemed title of Vor within the London Bratva, I now find myself in Chicago, prepared to assume the mantle of Vor for the esteemed Chicago Bratva. As Vor, I bear the weighty responsibility of maintaining order and ensuring strict adherence to the Bratva’s unwavering code of conduct.

Alpha. The men rose. Even my father stopped breathing. I did not turn until he passed me, and when my eyes caught sight of him as he looked sideways at me, I knew exactly why they froze. It was Dimitri Volkov. Alpha of the Black Fang Pack. Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva. The monster whispered about by wolves and humans alike. He stopped in front of the table. “Why is there a girl on my floor?” One of the men cleared his throat. “Ivan Morozov brought her as partial payment.”

Aranjo felt a strong wind, her body retreated backwards and she held her gaze with her hands. Aranjo didn't want dust to get into her eyes. The evil spirits that had been following Aranjo immediately disappeared feel the presence of Griffin. At once, the strong wind no longer blows but Aranjo feels something is in front of her. Aranjo lowered her hands and slowly opened her eyes. Aranjo jumped back and fell down, Aranjo's eyes widened to see the creature in front of her.

(Liam hemsworth) My hands started uncontrollably shaking as the mention of my father came came up. Jack smirked before placing his hand as the small of my back leading me towards a door to the building. He nodded at the man guarding the door referring him to open it. I analyzed the guard, seeing as he had a bulletproof vest on his chest and an Ak-47 strapped to him. I quickly looked away as I continued walking forward. The inside was absolutely beautiful, mesmerizing even but I knew I had to stay focused and remember my way in if I had any chance on getting out.

Bruiser sighed flopping back into his seat allowing a deep sigh to slip through his lips. ... Collen clenched his eyes shut trying to fight back the stinging tears. 'Three children and a wife who died only a few years ago.' Unfortunately Vargas had been a soldier before marriage, before his children. The military was the only life he had known the only way for Vargas to make a living and support three children. While he was away on deployments his mother or his wife's parents would take custody until his return.

He hooked Wilt, Li, three Grendel warriors, and three Green Bit hunters around each arm. I knelt down, and Raja stepped both of his heavy feet on my palm. I stood up, lifting the giant above the ground, like an ant carrying a crumb many times its size — it was so surreal. The third phase of our plan was sending ten braves as vanguards. I threw all nine of them toward the hilltop, then I sky-jumped in pursuit. I was the tenth.

But he still reached out and saved my already miserable life. That makes me respect him so much. But in addition to stories about Mr. James's family and career, I also heard other stories about his family. I heard that Mr. James once had a wife and a son. After his previous wife died, he also took another step. It is the current wife. The son he had with his previous wife was also the only child, the grandson of the Brian family. His name is Daniel Brian, formerly Daniel was a very active and lovely child. However, after his wife died, Daniel's personality also became grumpy and uncomfortable. Violent and distant from others.

He was an egoistic son of a bitch, and it made my mouth water in desperation to suck his dick. “I have an asset that nobody else has. Vincenzo banished himself from the colony. I have everything ready to storm that territory. Why would I need you?”, he said, looking at me. I swallowed a mouthful of nothing and mentally prepared myself for whatever would happen after I said the next words. “You need me because you are underestimating Manuel, and that is a big mistake”, I blurted out. He blinked and moved back a little. “Manuel is just a beta”, he scoffed at me.

tall figure, all four of them hold those two injured men’s from their both hands, it was dark outside but there were many street light which were giving me clear view of that tall figure who stood above them, he was around 6’feet tall, with broad and muscular shoulder, I can clearly tell that by looking at muscles that were popping out of his short sleeve black cotton fitted shirt, his caramel tanned skin was complimenting his shirt color, he had shoulder length dark brownish black hairs which were loosely gelled, from side I could see he had a very sharp jaw line with thick beard and moustache, he was wearing deep blue colored denim and a Mojdi beneath that (Traditional Indian foot wear) j

Hugo walked down the stairs and sauntered towards Gabriel. “Juan Varga,” Gabriel introduced the young man and Varga bowed. He stood five foot five and wore a formal black suit on his slender frame. His long hair was tied behind his head. The colored floral tattoos creeped out of his collar. There were numerous scars on his face. It took a single glance for Hugo to understand that the humble and disciplined man in front of him was as crazy and ruthless as it gets when the time demanded. The small army awaited his orders.