Novel & Cerita Nikita Lytkin

“ We came to think positive thoughts. Let us keep that negative energy away. We should scream. “ “ What? “ “ We should scream some ‘fuck yous’ to the people who are frustrating us. That will make us feel better. “ I nodded my head and agreed. “ Fuck you, Jonathan! “ I screamed. “ Fuck you, Mother! “ Lily screamed. “ Fuck you, Vivienne! “ “ Fuck you, Lorenzo! “ We laughed when we were done. She was right. That felt a lot better. “ Hey, is Nikolai really in Russia? “ My head whipped to her direction at her question. She never cared much about mafia business so why was she really asking that? “ Are you saying that I lied to everyone about Nikolai’s whereabouts? “ I asked, offended that she woul

This wasn’t just an attack—it was a message. “She’s gone,” he whispered. Ravik’s voice echoed in his mind. Find her. Hunt them down. Tear them apart. But who? Who had dared to abduct his Luna? His thoughts immediately went to Valerian. That snake had been too quiet lately. His movements unpredictable, his mind unreadable. It wouldn’t be beyond him to use something this underhanded. But Alexandro had no proof. And accusing Valerian without evidence would plunge the two packs into a war neither was ready for.

The gloves are set aside in a closed container. The bounded man named Nikita begins to openly tremble as his eyes trail over the avtoritet's bare hands. Hands that were capable of numerous lethal atrocities. To prevent impending doom, Nikita opens his chattering mouth for another malarkey. "P-Please Vladimir-I mean avtoritet, I s-swear I n-never betrayed my dearest Molotov Bratva...I s-swear to Khristos I s-swear to t-the Orthodoxy of the Church-"

Lila, halfway down the stairs in her pajamas, froze at the sight of the men on the threshold. Four of them. Black coats, black gloves, faces carved from stone. The one in front was the tallest—broad-shouldered, dark-haired, with eyes the pale gray of winter skies over the Neva River. A scar cut through his left eyebrow, giving him a permanent look of disdain. Nikolai Volkov. Even she knew the name. Head of the Volkov Bratva in New York. Ruthless. Untouchable. Vincent’s voice cracked. “Nikolai. I asked for more time—”

I know him or rather his name sounds familiar. Mikhail Volkov. He’s a member of the Bratva and a member of the four reapers. I’ve not heard good stories about him and Mikhail is known to be the most unhinged one from all four of them. They are all known to be ruthless, but Mikhail is just out of this world. “I…” “You’re stalling, get down. Now.” His voice is cold and intimidating and I don’t know when my hands move and I open the car door, stepping out from the car.

“Hmmm… you lied to me when you said Dillon likes colorful things, right?” Lilac gasped. “Of course not. Dillon likes colorful things. That’s his biggest secret,” she let out a soft chuckle, “… and you made one for him.” Emily sighed. “Yeah, but I just saw that he’s not using it—” “Oh, that one. Well, maybe he doesn’t want to show it in public. You know… Dillon is the Beta of the strongest pack in the country. They’ve known him as fierce Beta—a superior one like the Alpha. He will be a laughing stock if he will wear the bonnet as he takes his duties.”

"Giving half of your powers and throne to this girl? Do you really think it's wise, Igor!' Nikita snapped at him. "I don't know. He is the boss and he knows what he is doing. My job is to follow his command. That's what you taught me my whole life." Nikita let out a breath. "But today, I don't agree with Aleksandr's decision. I hope his decision doesn't hurt us…" she whispered as she watched Aria talking to Bratva soldiers as if she owned them.

The Brentwood girl thought the world of herself when she was nothing. Sofia narrowed her eyes at Lily. She hissed and got up from the couch she had been reclined on. "I see you are not in the mood to hold a reasonable conversation. I am leaving. Check me in Noah's room when you have something meaningful to talk about!" She said and walked out. Nikita raised her brow watching as Sofia walked out of Lily's room. Unlike Sofia, she really had nothing to fall back on if this failed. Sofia Brentwood had her father and Older sister but Nikita had no one. She had to follow through with Lily for the next plan.

she advised, and he nodded. His eyes roamed to the big modern screen in front of him. There were names of all the individuals who hated the Lycan king. First, it was Alpha Martin, who Nikolai had rejected his daughter and hence wanted retribution, but he couldn't make allies with him because he wasn't dumb enough to go against his king. The other one was Alpha Erickson of the Northern pack, who had been warring for years, however, he wouldn't join him because he hated wizards more than the Lavista family since he lost his mate by their hands.

“How did you know it’s a sham?” She reached for the laptop, slender fingers moved on the mouse pad, browsing through the files until she pulled up the data on Adrik Dmitri, a.k.a Colibri, a Russian assassin who’s been working for Summit Petroleum with Viviana’s Dad. They were friends from the details we gathered. A betrayal by someone close to you was a painful punishment I don’t want to experience, honestly.