Kristina Romanova Age Novels & Stories

he growled. “Well, let’s think about it,” Sandra began, hoping to keep the amusement from her tone as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I was a virgin until I met you, very rare in this day and age. You were how old? Seventeen? Miriam was sixteen, right? Just about Irena’s age if I’m not mistaken? And Sabrina is what, twenty-three? So basically, they are both old enough…”

THE GOLDEN LEASH. ​"I am twenty-two years old, father, not a child”. Katerina Romano’s voice shook in anger . She stood in the middle of the room, her chest heaving underneath her silk blouse, her blue eyes blaring with a fire. ​Don Romano did not even spare her a glance, his eyes fixed on his ledger. He poured himself a glass of red wine with a steady hand—releaxed oblivious to Katerina fury.

Stefano said flatly, finishing his whiskey and handing the empty glass cup to Dino. "Poor girls, their demise," Renata said. "You see the woman over there?" She gestured with her glass of champagne towards a woman donned in diamonds and a snug beige gown, her greying hair pulled in a tight bun. “Her name is Nadezdha, she is Russian. She buys under-aged girls, and has them indulge in public brutal intercourse where they are publicly raped by several of her henchmen to entertain her visitors. Heard it's like a nuthouse. Medieval Roman Style anyway."

You gave us quiet a scare there,’ I said as I went to stand beside his bed. ‘I am sorry. I thought you were someone I used to know,’ Mr Rotman said and I frowned lightly. ‘This person you know is also named Crystal?’ I asked. ‘Yes.’ ‘I have never met you,’ I said with confusion. ‘If the Crustal I know is still alive, she will not be your age. Besides she has black wavy hair but you are blond. The resemblance is so uncanny. You both can easily pass for twins. Were she to be alive, she will be in her early forties,’ Mr Rotman said.

Going down to grab one of the folders, I quickly noticed the title of the first one I grabbed. Seeking Arrangements. My curiosity got the best of me as I grabbed the folder and opened it to the first page. I looked over the page and saw a young girl's profile. She was a pretty brunette, with bright eyes and tan skin. Hey! My name is KKKristina,and I am 21 years old and new to the area. I am outgoing, caring, and adventurous. I am looking for something llong-term andomething that pays rather well. I can do anything from escorting to events to being exclusive. Hope to hear from you soon.

She placed it in front of me with both hands, careful. “How old are you, Elena?” “Twenty-one, Sign—Krystal.” “So young,” I murmured, chopping the onion into tiny squares. “You been working in this overpriced rock palace long?” She nodded. “Almost a year.” I exhaled, staring at the diced onion in front of me. “A whole year… Jesus. How are you still sane? I’ve only been here a few weeks and I already wanna blow the place up with vinegar and baking soda.”

Rodion ______ "Her name is Regina Nikita. She is seventy-three years old. She has shown up in several gala's with him and one of the galas was an expensive one where she was seen wearing a million dollars worth diamond necklace." I examined the pictures handed to me of a lady who looked like smiling was the only thing she knew. I admitted she had a nice smile for her age. I noticed she was close to Dmitri, every picture of them together, their hands were entwined and their smiles spoke it all.

He was beginning to choke up and sniffle, so Czarina Olena dropped the subject, said an apology, and came over to me and my stepsisters. "My, you're all such beautiful, young ladies," she sweetly complimented. We uttered thanks, falling shy and keeping our voices soft. "I have daughters, as well," she added, expanding her attention to Father and Rhea. "They're all adults, except for my youngest, who's sixteen years of age. Actually, my children should be coming down right about now." On cue, Cesarevich Dimitri and his sisters descended the glorious staircase. My family gasped in awe once again as they strode over. When they reached us, Cesarevich Dimitri bowed while his sisters curtsied.