Novel & Cerita Fyodor X Nikolai

He hissed and I frowned again. “Because she's his mate Your Graces, and Nikolai here likes his pussies tight. He's lost his marbles over the fucking bastard,” Igor rattled on beside me and I swung my hand to connect with a crack against his face before I could stop myself, making everyone gasp. “Nikolai! Stop him! Your Highness!” The elders screeched as the sound of their seats scraping across the floor bruised my ears, but I was too far gone already, slamming the blonde man up against the wall and grinding my elbow under his jaw.

Vladimir stalked closer, the rocket launcher a breathing entity on his shoulder. “This madness is over. Let the girl go.” His voice held onto it a rough edge, one that was fucking cutting. I felt a tremor running through Lorenzo’s body. “This has nothing to do with you, Papa,” Nikolai called out. His father eyed him with such a disappointed look that I felt it deep in my bones. He said something in Russian that made Nikolai’s whole body grow limp. He lowered his gun, his shoulders slumping, then slowly walked towards his father.

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.

Nikolai leaned toward his friends, eyes sparkling, voice dropping like he was sharing a delicious secret. “You know what?” he said. “What?” Yaroslav asked. Nikolai smiled. “Italy is going to be…” he paused dramatically, “…interesting.” He didn’t say why. He didn’t say what he’d found on the laptop. He didn’t say what name had burned itself into his mind. Damian Blackwell. The kids just laughed, thinking he meant pizza. Only Nikolai knew better. And the adults watching him, the ones who understood power and danger, kept their faces blank…

"Nikolai is a strong man" "Well Miles-" "Nikolai is a strong man" Wilder repeated again and everyone had to agree with him, also not wanting to get in a argument with him. "He's right I am a strong man" "See" "But Miles-" "He's like hulk" "yup, I'm super strong!" Nikolai said flexing his biceps for the sake of Wilder. Wilder walked over to him squeezing them, "you see? This right here is-" "If I were you I wouldn't be touching him right now" Wyatt warned.

“It got worse when Vladimir, my Dedushka(my grandfather) tried to end it. He offered peace, but Boris’s father killed him—and my father, too.” I felt a pang of sympathy, though I buried it quickly. “I’m sorry,” I said softly. Nikolai shook his head. “Don’t be. It’s just how things are. Dyadya(uncle) been carrying that burden ever since.” “Doesn’t it ever end?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Not with Boris in charge,” he said bitterly. “The man’s a snake. He’ll destroy anyone who gets in his way.”

"He’s dead. He died years ago." I let out a humorless chuckle. "That’s what we all thought. But Fyodor was never the type to let death stop him. And even if he’s not the one pulling the strings, his people are. His legacy didn’t die with him." Nikolai’s gaze was lethal. "And what does he want?" I exhaled. "He wants revenge. He wants to finish what he started all those years ago. When he tried to wipe out Sofia’s family. The Verticollis have the biggest target on their back than anyone else."

He didn't like to admit it, but for a moment, a single instant, he had actually imagined a future together with that alpha idiot. But now he knew that was impossible. Not only because Ivan was forcing himself to hate him for what had happened with Luka long ago, but also because the two were not the same. Nikolai was a high alpha, the second alpha in command of that pack; while Ivan was just a poor omega who was the servant of the leaders of a pack weaker than the Romanov pack. They couldn't have had any future together, without any doubt it was impossible...

Taking our spots on the blanket, Nikolai takes out some of the leftovers Caterina gave and a thermos of his favourite coffee. After that, we spent the early afternoon just shooting the shit and getting to know each other better. It turns out that we have similar likes and dislikes; however, our food preferences differ a lot. Nikolai is basically a human waste disposal; he’ll eat any damn thing you put in front of him. Me, I’m a bit pickier. “No wonder you ate that mac and cheese I made,” I say incredulously when he’s told me what he’s eaten in the past. “Yeah,” he laughs. “Not gonna lie, babe, you can’t cook for shit, so just leave that to me.” He says, ruffling my hair.

Hendry said as he turned his head around to look at the door. Ralph and the men gasped. They were horrified at the thoughts that came to their minds when they saw him. Nikolai, the guard dog of the dungeon. He’s body became smaller but then the aura he emits is still the same. Nikolai is a very powerful dog. He is an experiment of the Lord. When he was made, the lab where he was made burned and was swallowed by blue flames. The male dog is described as nothing but a monster. Although Nikolai is like this, he is a very obedient dog to his master. His adoration for his master is deep but then he also adores his mate, the female dog, Cynthia.