Nikolai Volkov Book Novels & Stories

"He burned the evidence?" "He burned everything." Elena pulled her forward. "Including himself." --- The explosion shook the ground. Flames rose into the sky. The mansion collapsed. Alexei Volkov was dead. The empire was ash. But the files were in Elena's hands. The truth was in her keeping. And somewhere in the darkness, Natalia was waiting. --- End of Chapter Sixty.

Mikhail Volkov, the Butcher or the Volk and then we have Nikolai Rostov, the Punisher. They are like the four reapers and though their brotherhood has six members, they are the most talked about. Maybe it's because they are all good-looking and single, though Viktor is a single dad. People say they are so heartless, that they are incapable of falling in love. Nikolai makes me feel loved but he said nothing after I confessed my love to him. He just acted like I did not say anything to him and that's how our date ended. "The Pakhan's birthday is being celebrated tonight." Vladimir's voice rings in the air as he says in Russian, drawing out from my trail of thoughts

As if reading my mind, Nikolai turned to me and smiled. “I'm here”, He said and I smiled back. We got to Mr Vladimir study and Mazhordom Sergei was at the door, he showed a slight bow to Nikolai and knocked lightly on the door before opening, Nikolai and I walked in. As we entered Mr. Vladimir's study, I couldn't help but feel a sense of power and control emanating from him. His aura was like a strong force that filled the room. The room had big bookshelves that went up to the ceiling, filled with old books with gold writing on them.

he said. "What did Volkov mean?" Axel demanded. "About what?" "About you betraying him. About Nikolai. About Jax." Vincent's smile never wavered. "Dmitri Volkov is a paranoid man. He sees betrayal everywhere. Nikolai is his cousin, yes. They had a falling out. Business dispute. Nothing to do with me." "And Jax?" "Who's Jax?" "Don't play games." "I'm not. I don't know who Jax is."

So Alexander had lost control of his favorite weapon. Good. I scrolled. Beneath the video list, a small panel detailed more about OPERATIVE N. - NAME: NIKOLAI SERGEYEVICH VOLKOV - ROLE: FIELD OPERATIVE / ASSET RECOVERY - NOTES: EFFECTIVE, UNSTABLE. STRONG ATTACHMENT TO SUBJECT C‑01. RECOMMENDED: MANAGE OR NEUTRALIZE. Strong attachment. Manage or neutralize. The words swam. My fingers trembled as I scrolled further down, to another timestamp.

_Aurora’s POV_ The second Professor Volkov dismissed the class, the lecture theatre exploded into chatter. Chairs scraped against the floor as students stood, backpacks were slung over shoulders, and conversations overlapped until it became one loud blur. I stayed exactly where I was, staring at the front of the room as though my body had forgotten how to move. I still couldn’t believe it. Nikolai was a professor. Not just any professor, judging by the way everyone around me was talking.

The roaring wolf confirms it. Volkov. It's this stupid Volkov Family! The Russian Mafia! Ugh… I kicked the bedside table not realising the condition of it was already poor.. Volkov means wolf. It is the Volkovs' for sure and I had killed one of their men. They have Isabella, no I can't let them kill her. I have to take precautions and be prepared when I'm outside. I have to do something. I searched the drawers and everything, I found a brown envelope below the pile of clothes in the cupboard. I opened it knowing what it is. They had a dream to build an orphanage for disabled kids, unfortunately, they did not have the needed finance to do so. They once mentioned about it, that one fine day…

Viktor followed suit, bowing out of the crossfire. It was just Nikolai and Vance. Vance glared up at Nikolai, his face flushed red with a dangerous mix of alcohol, pride, and mounting desperation. "Well, Volkov? Or are you going to hide behind your pretty new wife and cut your losses?" Nikolai’s expression didn't change. Not a flicker of annoyance, not a shadow of doubt. It was the face of a man who viewed the human beings around him not as rivals, but as simple equations he had already solved.

There are four delicate swirls, each etched with precision—a detail I shouldn’t know, but yet, somehow, I do because I have grown accustomed to tracing those patterns in my mind on nights I can't sleep, which just so happens to be every night since I've moved here. “So back to my question. Is he hot? Hot is just one out of the many words I could use to describe Nikolai Volkov, along with psychopath, murderer and a great kisser at the top of the list. “Nikolai can be pretty intense,” I say. “So what I'm hearing is, he’s hot in a brooding sort of way.” she teases and I roll my eyes even though I know she can't see me. “No, what you’re hearing is that he’s intense.” I snort and imagine her wavi

"I'd love to show you both to your table. We have much to discuss, old friend." "We have nothing to discuss," Nikolai said. His voice was quiet and final and it landed in the conversation like a door closing. "Except this, her name doesn't come out of your mouth again. Not to me. Not to Viktor Volkov. Not to anyone in your organization." He held Alexei's gaze with absolute steadiness. "That's not a negotiation. That's a courtesy I'm extending once." The warmth in Alexei's face didn't disappear. It just became something else underneath.Something colder, calculating, the real face behind the performance.