Kristina Romanova Age Novels & Stories

He could not believe he missed that. “You are a fucking virgin?” He asked and the fire he had grown to love shone in her eyes. She clearly did not appreciate his tone. He would have never guessed that Kristen, the twenty-one year old that strutted around with more confidence and sexual allure than the entire New York was a virgin. But then, he knew she had been sheltered just like his sister, she might not have had many chances.

“I… uh…” “I like you, Ariana,” Alexei said, cutting gently through her hesitation. “A lot. I know I joke around a lot, but this isn’t one of those times. I really, really like you. But…” He hesitated, his tone turning soft. “You’re still young.” “I’m eighteen,” Ariana said immediately, straightening her shoulders. “I’m legal.” Alexei chuckled quietly. “And I’m twenty-six.” She smirked. “Eight years. Big deal. Donatella’s twenty, and Mikhail’s twenty-eight. What’s the difference?”

Rousseau brought the files the next morning. She spread them across the kitchen table. Three folders. Color-coded. Professional. "This is everything we have on Kristina Volkov," she said. "Background. Known associates. Movement patterns. Psychological profile. If Hope is going to help, she should know what we are dealing with." Hope pulled the first folder toward her. Opened it carefully. The photograph on top showed a woman in her late thirties. Blonde hair pulled back severely. Sharp features. Cold eyes. She looked competent. Dangerous.

"Everyone in this room knows what's at stake. Austin, since your little girlfriends dad is dead, she has the right to take over. But since you have her, it seems like her uncles have taken over." "What does this have to do with anything?" I ask and go to sit in the chair facing him. "I've been hiding something from you all. I haven't told you guys the truth. The reason I want Romani's is because when I was younger, about around Austin's age, Danny Romani were friends. We got drunk together and we did a lot of crazy shit together.