Ruska Roma Novels & Stories

she was clearly impressed. "Roma? What's the meaning of Roma?" " um, it's a short for Romanus Mbong Eket" Roma answered feeling a bit awkward about her name. " wow, you're from a tribe that shares semantic similarities with..." "Mother..." Chad interrupted, and forced a fake smile, trying to avoid her geek rantings. She always did that clearly hadn't changed. His mother smiled and continued. "...Oh dear, you look like a good girl, are you my son's..."

She looked round the room and the pictures. Roma saw her looking and started pointing to be picture after the other,telling her the story behind each one of them. Miranda was intrigued. The pictures of Roma when she was just a baby was very cute. She looked at the adult Roma and could still see the looks and charm she exuded. Why would any man want to hurt such an angel? she thought. After going through the pictures, Roma asked, ' what can I get you?' 'Nothing. Just water', she answered.

"Mummy, I'm scared. What...what are these? Mummy, uncle Roma..." Venusa looked sideways and saw Roma groaning in pain. He was covered in blood and heavily wounded. Venusa rushed to him and healed his wounds. "Are you okay?" Venusa asked and Roma nodded. "You should go. Take Riaz far away." Roma said breathlessly. "He needs to be safe." He added. Venusa nodded and picked Riaz up. "I'll clear your way," Roma said as he stood up. He shifted into his wolf and Riaz stared at him in shock and fear.

Romulus dashed into the room, fuming. "What are you doing here?" He thundered, glaring hard at Lupita. "Vlad helped me with something important, so I came here to thank—" "Are you trying to cheat on me?" Romulus snarled and Lupita shook her head. "I'm not the type that ch—" "Are you trying to say I'm lying?" "Romulus," Vlad called his name sternly and Romulus scowled at him. "Stop it. You're scaring her."

“You should take it as a complement, Kratoska.” I felt my cheeks warm slightly from the endearment. “So you ended my call because you see me as a distraction?” I tease. His jaws twitch, swallowing the last bit of food in his mouth. “A beautiful distraction.” He says lowly, eyes darkening. I cleared my throat, heart racing with the fact that I’m currently flirting with Sasha Romanov, a Bratva pakhan. Silence stretches through the air but I was itching to dig deeper into Sasha. “So....how was your trip to Russia?” I ask in a sing song voice.

Looks: 5’7, White, brown round eyes, wrinkles, brown short hair always on a ponytail, slim. Family: Raphael Lockwood (boss, like a son) / Robert Smith (husband) / Isbella (Tammy) Smith (daughter) Friends: N/A Romeo Karkov (62) Job: Leader of the Russian mafia Raphael’s biggest enemy Personality: despicable, unfaithful, rude, dangerous, womaniser, disrespectful Looks: 5’7, White greasy hair, Fat, wrinkles, with uneven teeth. Scar on the right side of his face, green eyes.

It was all down to her, and while there was a part inside her that questioned whether or not she could do this, Dara knew she had no choice and she had to fall back on every single bit of training she'd ever received growing up. Smiling she headed back to the sofa and sat down. "My name is Dara Romanov, and I am one of the Vârcolac. You may have heard of my father and uncle, Alexei and Andrei Romanov?" "We're not that out of touch over here," Joshua remarked with a hint of amusement in his voice though it was clear he was startled by the news. "That's why you were so pleased that I mistook you for a Youngling."

Fuck, I hate this bitch. Sasha bites his bottom lip as he holds his tongue and his eyes flick to me as I blow out a deep breath. “He was never suited to her anyway, Zolotse this, Zolotse that” she replies, talking to no one in particular. I narrowed my eyes on her. What? Sasha frowns. “Why do you call her that?” he asks her, because it's weird to mock the dead. She smiles knowingly. “That’s a pet name that Rome called her, is it not?”

He stiffened and stared at us with eyes glimmering in shock. "My bad!" I scratched my neck and stiffled a laughter. "What would you have us call you then? You never really introduced yourself since you decided the theme of our meeting was horror by attacking us with bats." Cass whistled an unfamiliar tune that sounded more like a mockery than a song. The necromancer gave a mirthless laugh before going for another swoop of his cigarette. "I'm Romulus." "Right, I'm Elena Marshall." I cocked my head.

Caterina This is a wolf of The Blood Crest pack. The tyrannical and merciless Russian wolf pack who ruled the other half of New York. They were also mafia, Russian Bratva and Sergio’s mortal enemies. I see my father walk towards the man and speak to him. This terrified me; he had already promised me to the Lycans of Vegas. Would he offer me to this man as well? I know my father only wanted power, and the Bratva would be the perfect place to have a foot in the door. The man looked at my father, and his eyes flashed the deepest crimson I had ever seen.