Fyodor X Nikolai Novels & Stories

Nikolai whispered into my skin. His voice was terrifyingly quiet, dropping into a low, gravelly register that vibrated straight through my ribs. The dark, lethal promise in his words was absolute—cold as forged steel and heavy as grave dirt. "I don't care about his bombs," Nikolai rumbled softly, his thumb tracing the line of my trembling jawline. "I don't care about his city or his trade routes. If Yaroslav Dnipro takes one step toward you again, I will tear that man apart with my own hands before I let him breathe the same air as you."

"I think that's his idea, yes." Nik turns a light shade of green at the thought. "Nope. Not with that guy. Who the hell is he, anyway?" She sighs and swipes through her phone to pull up files. I'd bet a testicle she has everything from the guy's birth certificate to the location of his prepaid burial plot. "Arlo Fedorov, fifty-eight years old. Russian national. Got married to Sasha Moskowitz Federov only two years after Otets and Mama got married. Three kids, all healthy. Wife is dead, though. Passed five years ago from ovarian cancer."

I asked looking Vladimir in the eye, Vladimir’s eyes softened and the mafia man put his hand on my own making me freeze and frown in confusion. “Nikolay has never followed a girl, never, not once. Yet, he left Nadia back in his office, he followed you, he followed you up here even though you showed him that you didn’t want to see him, I know Nikolay, Kiara, there is no way he’s simply doing what he is when he doesn’t care about you” Vladimir said softly, his voice controlled as he spoke to me, knowing that he was probably trying to speak sense into a wall right now, but I had to salute him, the man was still trying for his best friend, even if he knew that his best friend was a hundred perce

But it's not on the verge of bankruptcy either. "It's Stevenson who killed my parents. Not his son. Richard doesn't have to suffer like his father made me struggle. I am planning to help him initially, but later on, the Nina groups future will depend on his own capabilities. If I destroy Richard, then there will not be any difference between me and his father" Nikolai replied. Bryan and Shawn already know that Nikolai is not as bad as everyone thinks that he is. He is nicknamed as Hades, but only for his enemies. Nikolai will treat his friends fairly.

“You really love her.” “Took me a while to figure it out, but yeah. More than my life.” He really can’t believe his having this kind of conversation with Tommaso, but for some reason, he felt light sharing what he truly feels to the man he least expected in the world to be talking with. Nikolai was about to check if their coast is clear, but as tried to push himself up, a voice suddenly spoke from the distance. “Well. Well. Well. Who would have thought that Nikolai Kusabulatov and Tommaso Seraglios would join forces... Too bad, the old cretin lost everything.”

Everything ingenious is not only simple, but also as old as the world. “I have a son,” I admitted. Yegor threw an uncertain look at me, apparently remembering the words of his companion. - His name is Nikita. He is four and a half months old. Because of him I'm here. More precisely, I'm not with him now, because it's safer for him. Understand? I'm being torn apart from all sides. They even hooked you up. And I want to know who supports the mayor, who inspires him that he can shoot wolves and half-breeds with impunity, even using police special forces for this. You know what a mayor is, so help me. After all, you and I were not always the same as now, and once between us everything was differ

"Who do we need? Who is big enough to stop a man like Viktor?" Nikolai stepped closer, his face grave, his hand resting on my shoulder in a gesture of solidarity that felt like a brand. "Evelina... we need our father," Nikolai said, the words echoing through the Tundra like a gong. "We need Sergei Prokofiev. And you have to meet him... soon.”

Adeline said. "It's a Russian word, meaning LEADER" He replied. "Oh... "Yeah, and while he's powerful, his children are all lunatics." Loud said in a whisper. "Lunatics?" Adeline whispered back. "Yeah," Loud nodded. "You do realize there are cameras in this room, right?" Nikolai finally spoke, sitting up on his bed. "I don't give a damn. I'm saying the damn truth anyways. They're all crazy." Loud rolled eyes. "Just make sure you never step on Madden or Igor's toes, especially Madden..." Nikolai told her.

Every thrust sent sparks through me. “Nikolai,” I gasped, forgetting to use his title. His grip on my hip tightened. “Say it again.” “Nikolai,” I moaned louder this time. The tension built higher and higher until I shattered completely, crying out as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He followed moments later with a deep groan, falling his forehead against my shoulder.

, Mr Vladimir called back. Seeing them together, I can see the striking resemblance. I can't help but notice how much Nikolai looks like his father. They share the same dark, piercing eyes and chiseled features that seem chiseled from granite. Their sharp jawlines and noses are identical, giving them an intimidating presence.