Natalia Alianovna Romanova Novels & Stories

I did not look at him; I was only waiting for his reply. "Alpha, Natalia is an Alpha female, a powerful woman. She can get any man she wants."

It was subtle, sure, but it was there nonetheless, unmistakable. “Do you want to join me for cookies?” Rose found herself offering, not quite sure who the woman was, but definitely eager to find out… She could use some spice to her life. Roman had been far too careful with her as of late, as if her miscarriage had suddenly turned her into a doll that might break at the slightest wrong move. The woman scoffed, but ended up saying, “Sure.” “Care to tell me your name?” Rose asked after some time. “Natasha Petrov,” she told her immediately. “And no, you can’t call me Nat.”

"Bolshoi Theater ballet performances. Prima ballerina Anastasia Kovrova and ballerino Antonio Sergeyevich." Both of Stella's eyes filled with tears. She felt incredulous about what was in her hands. "Anastasia Kovrova is a prima ballerina who originally held the title of première danseuse." Stella took the smartphone. She unlocked the gallery feature. "In this world, there are only 6 dancers who have the title of prima ballerina assoluta. They are Mikaela Xandrova and Gelya Alexandria from Russia, Alicia Folko from Australia, Maya Chironomidae from Sweden, Jasmine White from England, and Maria Horrorette from France."

Owned by the Baranov Heir Part 1 Intro: Alina Miroshnikova has always been the girl everyone notices she’s soft, beautiful, ridiculously gorgeous untouchable. She’s Delicate, graceful, with pale-blonde long hair as white as snow and a face men write poems about she’s the daughter of a feared Bratva “Ghost Accountant” the man who launders billions invisibly. She’s a star at Blackthorn Imperial Academy, she walks the halls with grace, never fearing the dangers that lurk behind its gilded walls… until him.

Here are some fun facts about The Romanov Princess: -The original title of this story is My Vampire Mistress. - The short name for Anastasia in Russian would be "Nastya" or "Nastas" not Ana. And did you know the short-name for Alexandra isn't "Alex", but in Russia we would call her, "Sasha". LOL. - The two sisters only appeared as fictional characters at first, but one of my great readers suggested I make the story more historical, and that's when I realized how coincident it was that the characters really matched the real Grand Duchesses of Russia.

"Grisha made certain of that." Roman smirked, flipping through his laptop, adding more surprises, "Oh, speaking of that, you know they tried to sell her into the US as a whore? The girl didn't even make it to the brothel," he continued, "And, her real name is Katerina Vasiliev. Twenty-five years old." Nikolai raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Katerina Vasiliev? You mean Viktor's lover?" Roman's chuckle cut through the air, dark and ugly. "Love's a dangerous game, especially when you're playing it with the likes of Viktor."

But if the Dark Child was the daughter of Estelel to Jilroid and she was her daughter to that means the Dark Child is her sister and Margarette was her aunt. “What do you want from me, Ánië?” She asked as memories of her past were brought back to her. “We only got one fragment of the Nromais.” “Don’t worry. I really don’t need them. Simple. I want the Hristoax that Estelel gave me.” “The Hristoax? But that’s mine!” “You stole it from me!” “Liar! You greedy woman!” She won’t hand the damn thing down. Ánië made three strides and was in front of her in a second; she curled her hands on her neck and choked her to death. “Give me the Hristoax.”

the woman announced as she walked behind him and kissed his neck, she smiled as she looked at us, she stayed leaning near Arimas whilst he played with her hair "I'm Thomas Birch, of the Unitaur coven, and ...." "Wait didn't you say you were from black wolf?" the woman insisted standing up straight now, even Arimas sat up straight. "No, he said we had just come from there, we were only visiting" I corrected "I'm Anastasia, queen of the seven kingdoms" Arimas stood up so fast I thought he might get whiplash, he put his drink down on the table near the sofa and started buttoning his shirt, I wanted to laugh at the sight

"She had green eyes." "She did." Galina set her cards face-down on the table. "Elena. She was from Novgorod originally. Came to Moscow at twenty-two for university and never left." A slight smile. "Vladmir saw her across a lecture hall and that was the end of him. He used to say she ruined him for every sensible decision he ever made afterward." She paused. "He meant it as a compliment." Roman had gone quiet in the way he went quiet when something in a room required it. He was looking at Nikolai.

“ I am so happy for both of you. I never thought I would see the day Nikolai would love anyone as much he loved his work, you know. We were all shocked to see him married. “ He said. I knew he was referring to the other dons. He and Esposito were the only dons we had invited to our second wedding. “ Really? “I asked, remembering what Viv had said. She had said almost the same thing. “ Yes. I hope my son has the same fate. “ Romano said. Instinctively, we both looked to where he was to see him dancing with Corinna. They were laughing, much to our surprise. We expected to see them flirting. I was just as shocked as Romano. “ Who is that girl Maximo? “ Romano asked. “ Corinna. She is my assista