Olga Romanov Novels & Stories

Olga shouted to her kitchen staff. After learning of Olga's loyalty to Vincent the night he and Ruby escaped, I made it a point to keep eyes on her. Later, I found out he paid her off many times. Carol urged me to not show my anger. I wanted to slap her silly. Instead, we visited Adelina to ensure her handmaidens have readied her for the coronation.

Arthur shoved her onto the couch and straightened, fury blazing in his eyes. “Talk if you want to live. Stay silent—and you die along with his damn offspring.” “Oleg spent years trying to produce at least one viable specimen,” she said more steadily now. “They all died.” “Oleg?” Arthur’s brows shot up. “Slavinsky? What does he have to do with you? And why were these experiments necessary?” “We were lovers until his daughter, Vera, appeared. Oleg was killed because of her. I had no choice but to flee my pack. The new Alpha—Egor—would have shown me no mercy.”

the someone cut me off. "Her name is Annabelle Siromani, my daughter."

Joash expressed his satisfaction as Olga's eyes kept scanning his tough, stunning physical outlook, making Joash laugh. Olympia heard them feeling low and nobody, despite having pretty, young and captivating personality, whispering, "I am just a harlot concubine who is blessed with a firstborn daughter such as my beloved Olga. I am not worthy to be the mother of the heiress," Olympia said, keeping it to herself with tears streaming from her beautiful green eyes after hearing it.

*Rose* I want to sleep longer, but I can’t. Eli’s shoulder is so comfortable, the few hours of sleep I did get as I was nestled against him was deeper than any sleep I’ve had since the last time I fell asleep in the arms of one of my men. My mind keeps going back to what happened to that poor chef. I’ve learned her name was Olga, and she was a grandmother, besides being a mom. She was sweet and kind, and the reason she died is because she was making sure my food was safe for me and the babies.

The maid let me go to help her master. “How dare you hurt me! Do you know who I am?!”Olga screeched and tried to stand. “I don't, but do you know who's in front of you? She's King Dorian's mother!” The shock was written all over Olga's face. She paled and her knees weakened before she completely collapsed on the ground. “Y-Your majesty, please forgive this ignorant subject of yours for not recognizing you!” “Ignorance is not an excuse to treat someone badly,”Queen Romana stated and turned to help me. “Are you alright, dear?”

All shafts were stiff and pointing at her. "All of them wanted--me?" Olga swooned breathlessly. "Yes!" "Ooh! What are you waiting for?" When Olga married Ram, she did not expect to take his brothers as her sex providers, too. She should concoct more potions for her body and face. No one should see her witchy self. She knew, without a shadow of doubt, that Ram and his brothers would spurn and deride her true form--the old hag.

However, I know if I kill her now, I will lose too many vampires and be unable to fight this inevitable war. "I know what you are thinking, and I feel the same. I also do not want to be with you anymore. However, we only have each other. If only Johanna has lived. She would have known how to get us out of this thing. She was clever and would have known how to get us out of this situation. Our other children do not give a damn about us, and it is not their fault. It is our fault because we never cared about them. Perhaps he would not have gone against us if we had treated Vladimir better. We always knew that it was the strongest of all the children. If you did not tell him that you were not h

His plan was a perfect alibi to avoid raising suspicion. “Okay, count me in then” I casually said, extending the phone back to Olga. As the call ended, I didn't waste time asking. "Olga, how do you know Keith?" Her eyes are still cold and sharp like always, "I met him… years ago. On one of my… short trips. He mentioned a plan, something about a change in the monarchy," I raised a brow, “Like a new era?” Olga's lips curved into a thin smile, “Yes, Madame”

The shaking had almost stopped and my lungs weren’t burning from the fast breathing anymore. “Yes and yes, but that’s the human version. The Romanov’s faked their deaths to escape death if that makes sense. They fled up here to this mountain where they’ve been hiding ever since. Granted not all of them made it. It was mainly just the children. They had to leave bodies for someone to validate. Now 2 things you can smell sweetie. You’re doing great.” Koa pressed on.