Olga Romanov Novels & Stories

I was Czarina Rosemarie Belikova of Russia. Grand Duchess Olena crowned her son, afterward, and tears streamed down her face. She looked so proud of him, and I knew that warmed his heart. Czar Dimitri—that felt was so amazing to say—kissed his mother and embraced her again, before she made the official announcement.

“I need your help in tracking the fragments of the holy Nromais.” “I’m sorry but I think you have mistaken me for radar or some sort of metal detecting machine.” She was about to go back inside her shop when the man stopped him, “Marga, the Queen Aera herself sent for you.” His words stopped her. Looking back, she asked, “Princess Aera is the Queen now?” “Affirmative. About a hundred year ago.” “What about Queen Sliofe?” “She withered.” “I’m sorry to hear that.” It looks like things at Lenriad changed a lot since she went away.

Then she took a sip of her tea and put the cup down and sighed. "Alright, I'll tell you something about us, but don't press on it, alright?" I nodded and waited for her to continue. "I was born in 1899 into the House of Holstein-Gottorp Romanov," she said. "You know what it is, don't you?" "Yes, the second and last dynasty that ruled the Russian Empire," I said, feeling proud of my history lesson back in the day. Alex nodded while stirring her tea with a silver-crested spoon.

She’d folded her legs beneath her and sat on the cold marble, her chin tilted high in defiance of the indignity. And I? I had done nothing. Because I couldn’t. Irina was not just my grandmother; she was the matriarch of the Romanov family. Even in her old age, her word carried more weight than mine in certain matters, especially when it came to family traditions. To challenge her in front of the others would have been a sign of disrespect—weakness. But it grated on me. Seeing Anya like that… It wasn’t right. “Kum(Boss),” Yuvi’s voice broke into my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. I looked up to see him and several other men standing in the doorway, their faces grim.

I could definitely say that in her younger years, she was exquisite. “Olga, who are they?” her voice was strained. “Mom, she is Ciara Lewis,” Olga muttered in bitterness. My lips parted meeting the woman who was the reason for breaking my family. Her eyes widened and seemed shocked seeing me in front of her. I bet she knew I’m her husband’s daughter from his first marriage.

I asked with anger and he was looking shocked now. "Kaiser did, he said you were result of his one night stand." Romano said and I screamed in frustration. "FUCKING LIAR! I AM NOT A BASTARD. My mother was his official first wife. The official first queen of Russian Mafia..... Alina Greco Ivanov. I am the first and official heir of Russian Mafia" I said with rage and my full body was shaking in anger. Romano placed his hand on mine and tried to calm me down.

Reassured he would not harm himself in this state, Olga allowed her own exhaustion to overtake her. She drifted into haunted dreams where she wandered the forest searching for Roberto, only to find Natalia at every turn. Her mocking laughter echoed around Olga, lithe and strong and victorious. Startled awake, Olga found her cheeks wet with tears, chest burning with impotent rage. Even in sleep, Natalia tormented her. Vitale may have publically accepted the rogue, but Olga knew her true face - manipulative, deceitful, dangerous. She was poison slowly destroying all Olga cared for.

She pulled Leah to her feet, dragging her away. My throat clogged with mucus, as Estella made her way to the door, hesitating at the handle. "You are an omega, and henceforth Nikolai's going to have to treat you as one."

The woman’s voice boomed out again. “News just in. Russian embassy workers Maxim Petrov and Dimitri Antonov’s trial has been scheduled for August the 18th.” I paused the TV and turned to him. His face was pure white and he came towards me. “No. No. What the fuck is that?” I pointed to the TV. “A misunderstanding.” I stood up backing away as he walked towards me. Smashing into a chair I stumbled to the ground. “Harper!” he went to grab me and I slapped his hand away.

The made their way home making sure that they were not followed. Upon their return to the abandoned structure they called home Trix and Jacob quickly placed things into order and checked their hidden stash. "They didn't open in." Jacob said checking the items behind a couple of loose bricks on the wall. Inside were simple treasures. Trix had hidden her cloak and inside were precious items. The necklace crafted by Jacob and given her as a gift by Felix. Inside it she kept a ring Hector had given and her necklace that had proven her true identity. She was lucky enough that Jacob did not search her things. Should he have found the necklace all would be lost, he would know that Krista was actual