Kristina Romanova Age Novels & Stories

Maybe account for some of the mysteries she seemed to be shrouded in. Roman finished his cooking, dumped the dishes in the sink with a procrastination heavy sigh, and sunk into his couch. It was time he found out more about her. He flipped the file open and started reading. Radzevich, Nastasia Darian A picture with a younger Asya, she couldn't be older than twelve, presumably from her time at the Royal Ballet School. Her younger features smiled shyly at the camera, her grey eyes wide and alive. Her home country was listed as-

"The normal age for nobles or royalty to get married is when the man reaches the age of 22 or above and when the lady reaches 21 or above. Rubia is currently 20 years old, Sarah." "Huh...? How old are you, Fredrick...!?" "I am 24 this year." "You are four years older than me...!?" "How old are you, Sarah...?" "I'm the same age as Rubia." "I see. But it is for the best that you have a Lady-in-waiting beside you at all times." "Hahn... Alright." "Thank you, Sarah." "Good night, Fredrick." "...!" "Don’t you have anything to say back?"

“I'm not here to follow a grumpy werewolf into the forbidden mountain just for this.” I scowled at her. “I’m not grumpy, and this is not the exact part which is forbidden. And you're here because of your loyalty and not because of any personality trait of mine, remember?” “Perhaps,” When I snarled at her, she just laughed. Kristina was the youngest of my entourage and at only nineteen years old, she had been my brother's second in command. Reckless and impulsive, she was the last wolf I had expected to be by my side, but when push came to shove, her wolf was one of the best. As my third, she would spend a lot of time travelling from pack to pack and Identifying problems.

Sierra asked as she dabbed sweat off her forehead, she was done for the morning, but Roman still had a set to complete. He glanced at her taking a seat on a bench across from him as he did his last set of elbow curls. “I hardly think my age is of consequence.” He commented, sounding unbothered, but Sierra knew better. “Which is why there’s no reason for you not to tell me.” Roman scrunched up his nose at her smart retort. “Do you have an answer for everything? I’m turning thirty-one in August.” Sierra grinned triumphantly. “Cool, I’m twenty-nine.” She hopped off the bench at the same time that he stood up to return the weights to its rack.

She had to be terrified with everything going on around her, after all. I did the math in my head a dozen more times despite having the answer already. Angelica looked nothing like a nineteen or twenty year old. She was not lying about her age and Heston had done a background check that included her age and birthday. I couldn’t explain why her mother’s name also happened to be Hyacinth but no matter what insane series of coincidences and mixed up backgrounds was going on, one thing was certain. She was not the daughter of Romanos Giannelli.

“Of course not! I am a witch of my birthright. I am just fascinated with Ellaine.” “Who?” “The stupid girl you bumped a while ago.” “I didn’t say she’s stupid.” “But you’re thinking about it.” She pinched his nose out of stress, “Hey! I’m about Nine Hundred years older than you. I don't care if you're the king of the world. Obey me!” “Alright! Alright!” He stood straight and stayed calm to recover his composure. “What did you see in that girl for you to be fussing over her like that?”

KRISTINA'S POV As an orphan who grew up in Wysteria Hope Orphanage, I struggled to survive after I was criticized for my lack of strength despite shifting at a young age of 16. I almost lost my sanity if not for the existence of my childhood friend, the same man who I loved for years.

"You're making a mistake." "Who is this?" "It's someone who knows the truth about your aunt." "What truth?" He asked, interested. "She's not the Architect. She's just another puppet." The phone was on speaker so we could all hear. "Explain," he said. "Anastasia Volkova was born Anastasia Romanova. Her first family was the Romanov crime organization. Your grandfather destroyed them in 1987, killed her father and brothers, and forced her to marry into the Volkov family to avoid a war."

“I am serious. Do not approach Valeria again. Do not interfere with whatever is happening between her and Alpha Romanov, and most importantly, do not convince yourself that his contract gives you permission to challenge the woman he married.” “She is not his Luna.” “That is not going to protect you,” I said. Her eyes flashed. “From what? Are you going to be the one harming me? Or are you going to allow her to be the one to do it?” “From him.” The word landed with weight. I stepped closer. “You have known Nikolai your entire life. You should understand better than anyone what it means to make an enemy of Alpha Romanov.” “I am not his enemy,” she protested.

Kingston insisted. “I perform just fine, thank you. I have been doing this since I was eighteen. The King and Queen entrusted such things to me.” That information caught him off guard for a moment. “Eighteen? Seems a bit young.” “I’ve been sitting in at parliament meetings since I was thirteen. Many responsibilities fall on my shoulders,” Romaine explained and led the way to the door. “Being a princess is not balls and parties... as many may think.” “Of course not, Ma’am,” Kingston replied quietly and fell in step behind her.