Olga Romanov Novels & Stories

“Go on.” Roman’s jaw tightened, but he obeyed. “I married her because of her family’s sins. She wasn’t a wife to me—just a means to an end. I—” he hesitated, “—I lied about our pregnancy. She was never pregnant. It was Lilith.” The room felt smaller now, like the walls themselves were listening. Grandfather leaned forward, Roman’s eyes darkened. “She’s gone...." "Viktor and Dmitry Malenkov… they’re her brothers. She’s their lost sister."

"Her name was Princess Yelena Vasilyevna Kuragina. She, too, would fuck anyone with enough money." "So, I am like an historical woman of class, a princess," Olga laughed, uncrossing her ankles from behind her neck and pushing up onto her elbows. "Can you cum for me?" she asked. "I want Yuri to watch your cock filling my mouth with cum so that when I remind him of this day, he will be able to picture it." Zach was laughing as he pulled his cock from Olga's tight pussy and helped her to sit up, smiling as his glistening, gooey cock disappeared into her mouth and down her throat.

She placed a hand on her chest and ambled closer. Her eyes scrutinized the docile lady behind me, shaking her head with a look of concern. “You shouldn't have brought Luca's daughter here. I know you need her to find Sergio and the truth, but here… she isn't safe. Most of the men will cut her limb from limb and use her blood to bathe. Dmitri would feed her bones to Aly, and Mustapha would skin her, extract her heart, and burn it.” Olga said in Russian. I was certain my little vermin didn't understand the language; I had never heard her speak it, so our conversation felt safe.

Not knowing how much time I was going to be spending in Switzerland, I decided to just take a few clothes and shop for more if my stay got extended. I contemplate on taking a security team with me because whether I liked it or not, the media was interested in my family. Perks of being the second richest in the country. I had been crowded by reporters whenever I went out alone and my uncle was never happy with it. According to him, I wasn't supposed to be in the spotlight, that position was for Julia. Julia was an actress, a famous one. Not for her acting of course, she was well known for her several escapades. Having dated or slept with at least half the men she met on a daily basis. There w

Vaelin Volkov The title landed on him like a second winter and I did not take it back. Tsarina of All Russia. The formation’s attention swung as one. Spears did not move. Eyes did. A hundred calculations started and died against my aura. Kirill stayed on the marble with his head jerked low, a man who had heard a ghost given a country.

said LaRive, turning to me. "Andrei told me that she is his assistant and her name is Olga. Why do you ask about her?" I said "I don't know, but it caught my attention," he said He stood there after turning on the heater, it seemed to me that he was interested in Olga's case. In recent years, Larev has been avoiding friendship with many girls, especially after the failure of his relationship with his ex-girlfriend, who discovered her cheating on him.

He would be a fool to offend someone as close to that savage King Vasil when they were so close to negotiating a favorable treaty. “You are quite right, Lord Orlov,” replied King Romanov. “May I introduce my own Prime Minister, Lord Grigori Volkov,” a bow came from Volkov, “and my only daughter, Princess Ursa Romanova.” Ursa was surprised to hear her name being called, much less introduced to King Vasil, but still elegantly curtsied.

But how could she have imagined that at this time, the person who had harmed her would be Olivia, whom she had valued the most, whereas the person who had rescued her and brought her back to life would be Helena, whom she had abolished as the heir to the throne. Helena burst into tears upon hearing the queen’s words, and she choked up as she said, “Grandma, it’s fine if I suffer a little grievance, but Olivia did not only control you, but she also kidnapped my mother, and she is using my mother as a threat to force me to marry the Russian oligarch, Aman Ramovic... I still don’t know where she is hiding my mother...” The queen clenched her teeth and said sternly, “Don’t worry. I will definite

Interrupting the stroll down memory lane, Xara's voice cut through, "Hungry?" "I've missed you," Alyona confessed, trotting over to envelop her mom in a long-overdue hug. It had been too long since she felt the comforting embrace of her mother. “ I’ve missed you too, baby girl; let’s go get something to eat," her mom said, breaking the embrace. “ What’s cooking?” she asked as they walked into the kitchen to check on Rita. “ Sausage-hash brown casserole. It will be ready in two minutes,” Rita replied, sorting out the plates.

“Queen Olga has been ruling since my grandfather’s time. She’s the longest ruling monarch in all of the vampire kingdoms. She’s very wise, and her alliance with us has been helpful more than once.” “What do you personally think of her?” He looks up, his expression cautious. “What have you heard?” I shrug, smiling. “Rainer may have mentioned she gets a little handsy with you.” He puts down his pen and runs a hand through his dark hair. If he could blush, his pale face might have gone red. “People have said that she had a crush on my grandfather back in the day…” “And?” “I resemble my grandfather a lot.” “So now she’s crushing on you?” He looks away, all but verbally confirming my thoughts, an