Nikolai X Fyodor Mga Nobela at Kwento

Nikolai stands close to Rosa with his arm around her back and hand resting on her hip. His hair is bright blond and medium length, curling just over the lapel of his smart dress shirt, partly covering a dark tattoo that disappears beneath it. His skin is pale, and his blue eyes are icy as he regards me warily, his free hand shoved into the pocket of his black pants. Alexander clears his throat, drawing my attention back to him. “You should be careful about who you make friends with.” He glares at Natalya hatefully, but there’s something else in his eyes too. Desire, perhaps?

Isabella would occasionally pass by to check whether or not I was dead, I assume, but Yaroslav seemed to have gone MIA. “It seems like the little Luna has been busy” Nikolay said, smiling at me. I smiled back and nodded. Despite the man being who he was, and despite everything going on; the man had the humor and gentle side that would make anyone smile. I didn’t know about his bad side, but I sure as hell didn’t want to see it.

“Nikolai I’m your family and have stoo by you all this years.” Nikolai sneered. “You are a rapists and no rapists is a family of mine” Nikolai looked from Aria to Yuri and then to me. “Don’t get blood on the ceiling and the walls. It’s takes alot of effort to repaint.” “Nikolai! You can’t do this to me!” Yuri begged, he even fell forward and clutched Nikolai feet. “I beg you.” But Nikolai narrowed his eyes. “Let me go.” And when yuri didn’t let go, Nikolai grabbed him by the collar and threw him away from himself.

She flicked one in my direction. “Yeah.” Gerry would definitely kill me, but then again, fuck him. She blew smoke out, “So what do you do, Nikolai?” “I play hockey,” I took a drag. “Got any girlfriends or boyfriends?” And a pretty annoying someone flashed in my head. “Not yet.” Anya, I believe that was her name, scoffed, “Are you screwing me? You don’t have a girlfriend? Surely you have someone you fuck around with.” “I have my preferences.”

All around, emergency lighting bathed everything in muted red. Nikolai stood in the middle of the main floor. Resting against an ancient processing table as if we had forever. He looked just like his photo. An unforgettable face. Average build. The sort of man you’d never spot in a crowd. "Kade D'Angelo." He said in accented English. Russian but educated somewhere else. "The Reaper himself. I am honored." "Nikolai Volkov." I kept my distance. Maintained awareness of the exits. "The man who never fails. I have heard stories."

Regardless, even I knew better than to question, let alone defy actual witches. So when the singular friend I ever made turned thirteen, I gave him the best name I could think of. Nikolai. As in Nikolai Vlademyre. The unofficial King in our region. So sure that when it came my time to be named I’d get full reciprocity. Ending my bad luck for good.

He enjoyed toying with people, truly enjoyed the game like the sociopath he is. "Chto ty sdelal seychas, Viktor?" (What have you done now, Viktor?) Nikolai Aslanov taunted, his lips turning up in a cruel smirk. "You have been the busy one, it seems." I commented, reigning my anger in as best I could. Hades was practically foaming at the mouth for a chance at Nikolai Aslanov. It had been years coming, but Hades wouldn't rest until his flesh was under our teeth, his blood filling our mouth.

Suddenly nicholas took hold of my wrist start dragging me towards his car I tried to remove his hand but his grip tighten. After reaching a high end restaurant we meet Mr.brown whose company we need. Mr.brown eyed from me from head to toe, I felt uncomfortable then he greeted Nicholas and then me "what a beautiful lady you have nicholas as a P.A. , what's your name beautiful?" Mr. Brown aksed "Rosaliya" i said then he kissed the back of my hand I felt disgusted. Suddenly nicholas snaked his arm around my waist pulled me to him. His body was rigid and tense with clenched jaw as if he wants to punch something. Nicholas stark:

“I never said I played nicely.” Alexandro sighed, but there wasn’t bitterness in it anymore. “And I assumed you were just another tyrant trying to expand his empire. I didn’t think for a second that you could have a heart.” Valerian smirked. “Neither did I, sometimes.” The waves gently rocked the ship, and the sounds of distant laughter from the crew carried over. Nivera’s soft voice could be heard from below deck as she organized something with Kiara and the others. Alexandro looked toward the cabin, where Serena rested with Ysolde nearby. After all that, she was finally safe.

He was never fit to run a pack. I arrived at the tombs. At first they appeared uninhabited, but once you understood the layouts of the maze like crypts, you realize that you could weave through them easily. A fire lit torch burned brightly at the entrance, and I took it making my way through the tomb. "Nikolai Rydor," an attendant's voice bounced off the walls of the tomb. "We've been expecting you." I nodded, going after her. And soon we came up upon the elders gathering.