Novel & Cerita Kristina Romanova Age

"Miss Alora, wake up. You're going to be late." It's Krista, one of the maids in the house trying to wake me up while holding the food tray. She's standing in my bedside wearing her usual blue maid's uniform with white apron. Her hair is tied up with blue ribbon. She's just 25 and was working with us since she turned 18. She is my personal maid but I considered her a friend. I opened my eyes and started moving. I stretched my arms and yawned.

MEANWHILE in Russia… "Tamara, why are you here?" Tamara Kromatov, the only living female descendant of the original Kromatova family that long lived since Russia existed. Maxim Kromatova's niece. Vanluke Kromatova's precious cousin. Tamara has a special condition of mild intellectual disability. Despite her age, twenty-nine, she remains to face hardships of social difficulty, reading and writing, and sense of responsibility just to name a few. She's the darling of the Kromatova family, highly protected within the main mansion in Russia. Her innocence about everything is what got Yulia Petrov attracted to her in spite of her limited confidence.

"Why is it so important to you?" Valerina glared at me with those big blue eyes. "I'm leaving," she said and began to get up, but I pulled her back by the wrist. "Alright if you must," I said and turned to look at her directly. "I am the youngest daughter of Czar Nicolas Romanov. My name is Anastasiya Nikolaevna Romanova, and I am a Grand Duchess and Imperial Princess of Russia."

Isabella flinched. "Why?" "Because someone should remember them. Someone should say their names out loud. Someone should make sure they're not forgotten." She was silent for a long moment. Then she began to speak. --- Oksana. Fifteen. From Odessa. She wanted to be a dancer. Natasha. Seventeen. From Minsk. She had a younger brother she never stopped talking about. Yelena. Fourteen. From Kyiv. She looked just like me. Irina. Sixteen. From Moscow. She fought the hardest. She screamed the loudest. She was the one who made my mother stop.

"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."

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.

ROSALINA (Presently 23 years old) After applying the last coat of mascara over my long brown lashes, I checked myself in the mirror to make sure everything was perfect. I had an ick for imperfections when it came to my appearance. I slightly adjusted my black miniskirt to reveal my midsection, which was accentuated by a pink, off-shoulder crop top. I ran a brush through my hair again, as I noticed it was slightly disheveled.

I’m not even surprised. Before I could reach the last page, I came to a halt on one picture. Tilting my head, I examined the picture before looking at her information. Something about her seemed different than the rest. Ekaterina Petrov. 20 years old. 5’3. Russian. I couldn’t put my finger on what about her made me stop, but I didn’t have time for it right now. I slammed the folder closed, looking up to find Edgardo still flicking through the pages.

She looks so pretty with her striking blue eyes and glossy brown hair, her nose and mouth were in perfect shape, but her fair skin looked so dry, as if she had not applied body lotion for weeks. "I'm twenty-one, I had her when I was seventeen," Christiana said. She doesn't know why she felt at ease with Kayla. She has never told anyone about her child, not even those she has been working with for months. "Let's go sit over there and talk," I said. "No, we're not allowed to do that" Christiana said. "Ohh" I sighed. "So she's four, what's her name?" I asked interestingly.. "Sabrina" Christiana smiled.

I feel sorry for her and I can’t even imagine what she is going through. “How old is she again?” Xavier asks. “Why, you gonna trade me in for a younger model?” Eryn asks. “Nope, I was just curious. Besides, you are not that old. You are only 27, it’s not like you’re 60.” Xavier adds. “Laura told me that she just turned 19. Apparently, she is a gifted artist.” Kristian says. “Good, she can make your cast pretty.” Brett states.