Fyodor X Nikolai Mga Nobela at Kwento

I asked when I was seated. Since a new person was going to be coming over I had to prepare myself, I didn't care who came or left the house, but seeing the way Annika's face lit up when she heard the name Nikolai I knew he was someone they really cared about. I had to know if he was just like Vladiv so I could know how soon my death was approaching me. "Nikolai is our childhood best friend, we grew up together." She answered. Her whole face lit up as she spoke about him," Trust me he is nothing like Vladiv, he is super sweet but sometimes he chooses the devil to be his mentor," she chuckled.

Regardless, even I knew better than to question, let alone defy actual witches. So when the singular friend I ever made turned thirteen, I gave him the best name I could think of. Nikolai. As in Nikolai Vlademyre. The unofficial King in our region. So sure that when it came my time to be named I’d get full reciprocity. Ending my bad luck for good.

A shocked Ryder tried to push Nikolas away but he was too strong for him. “Who the hell are you talking about? I don’t even know who you are. Why should I want to marry your girl?” Yelled Ryder. Brandon came to his senses and rushed forward to help his best friend. “I am Nikolas Ardolf. Now you know what you've done? You have snatched my Brooklyn away. How dare you plan to marry her?” gritted out Nikolas, shaking Ryder like a madman.

His thumb brushed over Vladimir's tiny toes counting each one of them while taking in the reddish pink color of his skin. Instantly something struck him and he was laughing out loud. Nikolas marveled in the thought on how handsome a man Vladimir would be when he grew up and the number of girls that would queue up to just get a glimpse of him. No wonder whose son was he? Nikolas bragged about himself within.

“Then things would have been easier. You were never supposed to be born. Pavel is my only son!” “Same with you!!” Zorya points at Nikolai angrily. “Your father forced me into that marriage. He raped me. You and your sister are products of that act and I hate you both to death.” She says through gritted teeth. “Am I my father?” Nikolai asks, his voice low. “You're not. But his blood runs in your veins. Giving me more reason to hate you. That man was a monster!” “And you are no different from him!!!” Nikolai suddenly yells in Russian, his anger palpable. “You are just like that monster.” He continues, his eyes wide with fury. Anger stretches out in every word he says.

" You know how much respect I have for you, Gio but if we were all to accept sorrys, don't you think our empires would have collapsed? " Giovanni was quiet. I was in awe of the power Nikolai was exuding. Despite being much younger than all of the mafia Dons in the room, he commanded respect. " What is it that you want Nik? " Gio asked. " Only those who are close to me call me Nik. You and I are not close, Gio so call me Nikolai or don't at all. As for what I want, I want nothing. My wife will decide what she wants to do about this whole situation. "

“Don’t even fucking start with me.” Scrutinizingly, Anatoly crossed his hands over his chest, arching a questioning brow at me. “I’m sure this can’t be bad for you. You’re Nikolai. TheNiko Yezhov. You don’t have a fucking Achilles heel. You can handle anything.”