Nikolai X Fyodor Novels & Stories

“Don’t even fucking start with me.” Scrutinizingly, Anatoly crossed his hands over his chest, arching a questioning brow at me. “I’m sure this can’t be bad for you. You’re Nikolai. TheNiko Yezhov. You don’t have a fucking Achilles heel. You can handle anything.”

Adeline said. "It's a Russian word, meaning LEADER" He replied. "Oh... "Yeah, and while he's powerful, his children are all lunatics." Loud said in a whisper. "Lunatics?" Adeline whispered back. "Yeah," Loud nodded. "You do realize there are cameras in this room, right?" Nikolai finally spoke, sitting up on his bed. "I don't give a damn. I'm saying the damn truth anyways. They're all crazy." Loud rolled eyes. "Just make sure you never step on Madden or Igor's toes, especially Madden..." Nikolai told her.

That’s a dumb question, Julianna, My subconscious muttered. “Nikolai’s of course,” she replied, “Who is he? Who are you people,” I asked, my voice steady as I spoke to her, she doesn’t make me nervous like Nikolai. “Nikolai Vasiliev is a Russian mafia don, I’m here just to take care of you,” she said, “I guess he already told you this… You have to work with me in the kitchen every day from now,” “Yeah, he told me,” I said,

Claws of dread wrapped around my throat and i couldn't breathe. "You being foolish , Aleksander. All of this potential war with the Genoseve family, just so you own the Prima ballerina of New York? Is your sense of entitlement and your over grown ego bigger than your head?", Nikolai's voice rose over a whisper, growing almost into a shout. I didn't understand what he was saying. Nevertheless my heart was beating painfully in my chest and my limbs were cold. Nikolai could be harsh but his words now we're frightening.

Is it the same Nikolai they are talking about? My mate.

"Who do we need? Who is big enough to stop a man like Viktor?" Nikolai stepped closer, his face grave, his hand resting on my shoulder in a gesture of solidarity that felt like a brand. "Evelina... we need our father," Nikolai said, the words echoing through the Tundra like a gong. "We need Sergei Prokofiev. And you have to meet him... soon.”

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—”

They’re still both important to me. “Ivan, let him in.” I tell him and he went out for a moment to fetch him. A moment later, he walked back in with Xavier on his heel. Xavier looked worse than how Nikolai looked yesterday. He was always so neat and clean looking but now his eyes were bloodshot and his hair was messy. “Nikolai, please.” I said to Nikolai. “I want to talk to him alone.” “Nikolai let out a sigh and hesitantly left the room.

"Yes, I am. But I'm not the enemy here, Taylor. I'm trying to protect the people I love." Taylor nodded, her expression thoughtful. "I believe you. And I want to help you. But I need to know who you are. I need to know that I'm not helping the wrong person." Nicolai hesitated, his instincts screaming at him not to trust her. But he saw the sincerity in her eyes, the determination to do what was right. He took a deep breath, his decision made. "My name is Nicolai Korsakov. I'm the Pakhan of the Korsakov Bratva. And I'm trying to take down a man who wants to destroy everything I hold dear."

He was just being a Boy Scout and a good soilder helping a frightened old lady. “My name’s Nikolai ,” she said, peeking from under her lids. Everything on the plane was tilted sideways as they ascended. He stuck out his hand before she could shut her eyes again. “Xavier Montgomery ,” he grinned, dimples flashing. He stretched his handshake offer further into her personal space.