Nikolai X Fyodor Novels & Stories

“He would indeed love the boy. He is all he has left of the boy’s mother and he loved her more than life itself. When she died, he went a little crazy.” He had given her a lot to think about. She still had so many questions. She got up and moved over to the window overlooking the courtyard. Without turning to face him she asked, “What is the man Nikoli like? Is he a good man?” Yuri threw his pen down on the desk. “Nikoli is a good man. Some men don’t understand that about him. He knows how to be tough while being fair in his justice.” “He’s Bratva too, then?”

He stated as a third man walked forward from behind his two Russian bodyguards, Nikolai’s eyes widening to recognize Salvatore’s man. “What is he doing here-?” “-Fio, kindly ask the man his good name,” “Andrei, sir,” Fio informed. “Ask him how long he’s been working for Nikolai,” “Two years,” “Now ask him who Yakov is,” Aleksander looked over his shoulder at the frozen figure of his father, a warmth spreading through his chest at the stunned look on the man’s face. “Nikolai’s second-in-command,” “And where is he?”

As useless as ever, I stood and watched. "I won't give you an out." He hissed. "The both of you insulted me in front of everyone. I will do the same. I want the King of Mozog and Fire at my feet. Kneel." Xillian hissed. Nikolai let out a growl and one by one, I saw thousands men in armour run towards us in background. "Leave no Ovzdusian alive," Nikolai growled out his command and in the next second, I saw one warrior behead a woman.

"Mr Ivanov, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you." "All good things, I hope," he said, his smile quickly turning into a raspy laugh as he ran a frail-looking hand through his thick mane of salt and pepper hair. "And you have to call me Nikolai. We are family." Marybeth wasn't sure about that, but she smiled anyway and took her seat, noting how even though Nikolai had smiled and laughed, his jade eyes—the only thing he seemed to share with his son—had remained shrewd and as cold as his touch.

They are both fuccking wealthy and are only doing this for fun. Nikolai reaches out for his glass of vodka and has been rejecting the cigar Mikhail has been offering to him. He has stopped smoking. I noticed that. Alexei is the only one who does not naturally smoke among us. I'm not a heavy smoker. Nikolai and Mikhail are, or Nikolai was. He has changed. “Isn't that Viktor's nanny?” Alexei suddenly asks and my eyes travel in a direction. I tilt my head and I look through the transparent glass to see Milana with her friend Zoya and two other men. And what is she wearing? Why is she even here?

Cillian asked. I spun to ask if he'd lost his mind before he calmly replied, “I’m making certain Zena. Evidence.” “What about what he did to me!” I snapped back, but Nikolai was in no mood to compare Maddox-tales. Nikolai took another step forward, the dry gravel earth crunching beneath his boots. He belonged in these cragged grey mountains. They suited his dark, scowling features. In a low, rumbling growl he allowed his full fury to shine through his ruby eyes.

"You know it could do you a lot good if you smile." "I'll remain like this until the day you take your last breath. Then I'll smile," my voice was quiet but it was well loaded with poison. Nikolai rolled his eyes. "Scary. Alright Hazel, I'll like to introduce you to my men, the Big three. The brute over here is Vladimir. He's a meathead so he doesn't say much." I looked up to see a mountain of a man in charcoal black tailored suit. He was made of pounds and pounds of muscles which threatened to burst through the fabric at any given time.

This time his grip was stronger than the first time, taking me out of that place, without even letting me get my things, maybe I had made Nikolai angry. It was going to be a long night, and just thinking about it made my body break out in a cold sweat. I looking out the window of the moving car. I was sitting next to that completely strange man. He even had drivers. Who was Nikolai Dostoevsky ? Why did Thomas tell me to call him sir ? He seemed to be the master of that entire network of luxury whores, giving many orders as a simple buyer, even though he was in charge of many things in that nightclub of unscrupulous rich people.

I sit and watch as Anya and Ivan come into the bedroom and Anya opens the laptop and types away on it and hands it to her mom, who starts typing away and turns the laptop towards me. “That’s him, who is he?” I ask again, becoming more angry. “Stefan Polanski. Nikolai’s little brother.”

"He just wanted to take this opportunity to set up a trap but I haven't figured out what he wants to do. Maybe you will find out in the future." He spoke slowly and looked into Hailey's eyes. "I know the Xavier family will cooperate with Nikolai in the future, but I hope you can pay more attention to everything. He used to love Agnes a lot and fell out with her just because she lost the value of interest. Agnes is not a member of the George's family and Zephira had her ambition elsewhere, so you're the only one left " "Nikolai is a member of the cokes family. Cruelty and ruthlessness are his nature. I won't lie to you, Hailey"