Kristina Romanova Age Novels & Stories

“Shadow. He was the only living thing that little boy ever let close.” ‎My heart clenches. ‎She turns to me, eyes ancient and sad. ‎“You know, I wasn’t always this old woman with too many roses,” she begins, voice soft. “I was nineteen when I married Ivan Romanov. Arranged, of course. My father was KGB. Ivan’s family controlled half the black market in Moscow. Love was never part of the equation.” ‎She leans against the stall, gazing at the horse like she’s seeing ghosts.

Roman closed her eyes and sighed. "Roman, she is the closest person I know. She is an undetermined girl, I don't know what I will do with my life, or where it will lead me. I try to be strong when I'm honestly not. I'm confused and depressed. I'm trying to find the will to carry on but I wonder what for... I'm twenty-one." Her eyes opened. "You're twenty-one?" I asked. "Yeah, and you?" "Twenty-nine." "Such a sexy age," she gushed, turning her gaze into an interesting one.

From the moment he saw her, even though he knew she was arrogant, he didn't expect it not to be the arrogance of the spoilt type, but the valiant type. Anastasia didn't bother to answer him and only tapped her feet on the floor, making Roman feel helpless. Soon, the hostess returned with a piece of paper made from animal skin and asked. "Name?" "Xandra." "Sex?" "Female." "Age?" "18" "Resident?" "..." "Any next of kin?" "Alexander." "Alexander?" The hostess looked up at her with her and so did Roman. "Yes." Well, they both decided to ignore this as the Alexander being talked about was probably not the one they knew, the Alpha King.

STARTING FROM CHRIS HUNTER, RAYN STONE, AXEL LOCKWOOD AND THEN ROSALIYA STAVROS. ______________________________________ Rosaliya: I am Rosaliya, Rose for short with my hazel eyes and dark brown hair. I'm currently 22 year's old looking for a job ,I have completed my bussiness studies and lookin for a job. So coming back to the point my current situation is a total mess cause I shifted to new york last week. Now i have to arrange my house over the weekend even look for a job and my besties are nowhere to be seen .

Like why would anyone do that to someone just because he played with your heart. "You went too extreme, Natalia.." Natalia just shrugged. "Too bad I don't feel remorseful for what I did. Tho, it happened few years ago but I'm glad I taught him a really good lesson. Next time, he won't think of playing with any girl's heart" Olivia sighed in understanding.."How old are you, Natalia?" She asked. "I'm 20.." Natalie responded. "Wow!" Olivia muttered.. Natalia is 20 but she looks pretty smaller than her age.

"Come closer" I remembered that Sabrina told me to listen to his every order and answer his every question honestly. I braced myself and walked to him, halting when I was only two steps away from him. He breathed out softly, appraising me up and down once again. "What is your name?" "Natalya Martinez" I answered "And Nikolai and Sofia were your...?" I swallowed. "My parents..." "How old are you?" "I turned nineteen last month," Answer every single question honestly, Natalya.

Right now, important issues still need to be addressed. "Please get on with your story, Thelma" She gives Ricardo a strange look before turning to me, "Um...well, Skylar was three when I began working for Romanov. Yulia was ten, but she was raised to become Skylar's personal maid. I never met her Mother or any other children so either Skylar is Romanov's only child or he's very skilled at hiding the rest of his children. Everything went smoothly for a few years. I even forgot about my fear in the hopes that I could be happy there. But that was when my world came crashing down. When Skylar turned ten, Romanov began visiting the mansion more often."

“Their women.” I narrowed my eyes. “Roman will have put every possible protection in place to make sure we don’t get anywhere near his wife or their children.” He made a dismissive gesture and took out his phone then showed it to us. On the screen was a young woman with beautiful hair and green eyes, standing beside Roman. She had the same aloof expression on her face. “Do you know her?” “That’s Aurora,” Ivan said slowly. “She’s Roman niece.” “You met her?”

Natasha. He'd had Alexei investigate her. The information he'd received was confusing because it seemed so innocent. She was adopted by Viktor when she was five years old, making her essentially an orphan. She'd lived in one of the old orphanage homes before Viktor took her. No bad records. No criminal history. Nothing that would explain why Viktor had been so desperate to protect her.

“There’s been nothing between us for over five years, Kristina, and you have accompanied me on at least two trips since. So why would it?” She sighs and nods. “True… I never realised how long it’s been… and we’ve been on three trips together, not two.” “Yeah, well, who’s counting?” She looked hurt for a moment before she sighs and shakes her head. “Well, clearly not you, now tell me you and… Winona, what’s going on there?” “Is it strange that she’s so much younger?” “Oh please, we’re werewolves. You don’t look a day past forty. Who cares how old you are?” She shakes her head, drinking her coffee, which, unlike mine, is half milk and full of cream.