Nikolai X Fyodor Novels & Stories

A shocked Ryder tried to push Nikolas away but he was too strong for him. “Who the hell are you talking about? I don’t even know who you are. Why should I want to marry your girl?” Yelled Ryder. Brandon came to his senses and rushed forward to help his best friend. “I am Nikolas Ardolf. Now you know what you've done? You have snatched my Brooklyn away. How dare you plan to marry her?” gritted out Nikolas, shaking Ryder like a madman.

"He’s dead. He died years ago." I let out a humorless chuckle. "That’s what we all thought. But Fyodor was never the type to let death stop him. And even if he’s not the one pulling the strings, his people are. His legacy didn’t die with him." Nikolai’s gaze was lethal. "And what does he want?" I exhaled. "He wants revenge. He wants to finish what he started all those years ago. When he tried to wipe out Sofia’s family. The Verticollis have the biggest target on their back than anyone else."

Her eyes moved from my face to the half dead man and she cried at the sight of him. “You wanted to know who I am Lily, well this is who I am... I am Nikolai fucking Vladimir, Leader of Bratva, second son of Russia most deadliest man, ruler of all underlings and I am not terrified to tear down any organization who dares to challenge me. Trained from the very young age of 8 on how to use a gun, kill-count is 93...”, I took out a gun from behind my pants and shot the prisoner on the forehead, “...94”, I counted.

“You’re flirting with death. I’m not the only person who could take you down.” The accusation sticks tighter than it would have before El, before the heartbeat in that little office, but I sip my coffee like his words don’t mean a thing to me. The waitresses don’t seem to give a fuck about our little scuffle, at least. “Do you have anything other than threats?” I ask. Henry sighs. “Fyodor’s not a totally uncommon name, but I did some digging, and I was able to connect it to a guy called Raskolnikov, who dropped off the map in Russia about a month before Fyodor started moving over here.”

“Now, go.” *** I was halfway back to my wing when I ran into Nikolai. Literally. “Oof!” He stumbled back, rubbing his shoulder. “Watch where you’re going, Anya! What if I’d been carrying something important?” “Like what?” I asked, trying not to smile. “A tray of cookies?” “Cookies are very important,” he said seriously, but the grin that spread across his face ruined the act. Nikolai was a breath of fresh air in this suffocating house. At twenty, he had none of the hard edges that Viktor and his men wore like armor. His youthful energy was infectious.

“Goodbye, Freya.” Freya froze. Her eyes turned into saucers, and her cheeks flushed crimson. “H-he remembered my name!” she squeaked as soon as Nikolai disappeared through the door. She grabbed Alva’s arm, bouncing in place. “Your brother remembered my name! I could die happy now.” Alva burst into laughter. “Oh, calm down. You look like a lovesick puppy.” “I am a lovesick puppy!” Freya wailed dramatically, flopping onto the couch. “You don’t understand, Alva. Nikolai is like… like a Greek god in a lab coat. He’s the definition of perfection.”