Olga Romanov Novels & Stories

Rather who was right and who wasn’t. “Dahlia went out of control. She kidnapped me. This was one thing Olga never expected. And one other thing that shocked her was the fact that you called my parents that night,” he said. He stroked my hair and kissed me on the crown of my head. Resting his cheek on my head, he looked at our son who was sleeping peacefully. “Olga knew that if you died, the empire would come crumbling down. She protected you by hiding you in the garage on the day when my father came crashing down on Dahlia. Olga ran away with her son and stayed hidden for a month before surfacing. By that time, you were gone. She started revamping Ivan’s empire to take control, but another u

A tall, imposing figure with a cruel grin caught her attention. Vladimir Petrov, a notorious Russian oligarch known for his ruthless tactics.

veils my vision as images of my damaged mother finds its way into distraught mind. How's that possible? How could he have been so heartless? I'll make sure his death is painful. “That was when Vladimir sent Oleg to a prison in Volsk. However, Oleg broke out of the prison, brewed himself and exerted revenge on them. That was how their assassination happened years ago.”

(AN this chapter is dedicated to queen Elizabeth the second, her reign was long, we thank her for her years of service may she rest in peace 21 April 1926- 8 september 2022) Again we blinked to the border, and again Thomas talked into the intercom, again the gates opened and this time we were greeted by the alpha, outside in the garden "I see Jackson is not with you your majesty?" Lucas greeted us, there were around ten wolves out here

After that, Adrian smiled and said, “You must be Damian's little sister. You're really beautiful." Bruce replied, "This is Olga, my youngest daughter. She was just accepted into a famous university." "Outstanding. Olga, make sure to live on happily for your brother's sake. Remember, your brother's a real hero whose name shall be remembered forever." "I will, sir," Olga cried.

He said, referring to the combat that happened minutes ago. “Ofcourse,” the corner of Father's lips curved up. He directed his hand to the both female wolvens beside Alpha Reuel. “And this is the Skylarron’s Luna, Elena and their daughter, Stella.” “Pleasure to meet you, Oliver” Elena waved her hand to stop me from bowing my head to her. “I must say the description about your…beauty do not do you justice.” I faked a smile, hoping it doesn't come out as awkward as I felt. Elena wore a smile that brightened her face warmly. Her dark hair was swept to the back, braided and held with pins. “The pleasure is mine, Luna Elena.”

“I just wanted to see my family again. To try and make things right.” “We are not a family, I remarried,” Olga said, her voice steady. “And my late husband Micheal is Dmitry’s father. You have no place here.” She stepped aside, motioning for Grigory to leave. “Please, Grigory, just go. We don’t need you in our lives anymore.”

Then she curled onto her side, tears burning hot trails down her cheeks. Donatella Lombardi. Daughter of a traitor. Born into betrayal. The ceiling above her blurred, the walls felt too close, and somewhere deep in her bones she knew—her life had just been split into before and after. SAINT PETERSBURG, RUSSIA (THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE)

She stared between Roman and I who had shock written on our faces. “this Roman, I suppose” she turned to face him fully and winked at me. “good catch, sister” she whispered. ‘who is this?” Roman asked. “Olivia, and this is my best friend Camila, and since I have finally found you, I will be taking my leave, bye” with that she shook Roman and the front door guard before heading out of the estate. Olivia was something else sometimes.

I shut my eyes tightly and looked up at the ceiling. "Sweetie? Sweetie?" she called. I shifted my gaze once again to the screen. "I'm sorry, mom. I can't. I can run the car company without their help." Pure determination was visible in my voice. "What's wrong? What's wrong with Natasha? Why couldn't you love her? Why can't you marry her? She's a beautiful woman and—" "Mom, enough. Yeah, yeah I know she's beautiful indeed but... but..." suddenly, the image of Angela flashed in my mind. She was smiling sweetly at me while wearing our school uniform before. The only beautiful angel I had ever met seven years ago.