Ruska Roma Novels & Stories

I looked at Dariel for confirmation. Dariel rolled his eyes at Russo. "I'm not marrying my sister off to you." He told Russo. My eyes rounded in fear. I heard my heart picking race. "I love impossible things." Russo smiled beautifully as his gaze turned to me. "Try my favorite soup, Vida mía." He said, using his soft tone. I couldn't help but laugh. It was totally unexpected from a cold person like him. A serene look crossed his deadly handsome face. He reminded me much of André. They resembled a lot.

His hand gripped the bedpost hard enough that his knuckles whitened. Aria frowned, eyeing him warily. “You’re shaking.” He ignored her. The drug was burning through his veins now, stronger than before. Every muscle in his body was rigid with tension. His gaze drifted toward her again, his intent dark, intentions lucid. “That scent.” Roman cursed quietly under his breath. “You need to go,” he said. Aria began moving towards the door. But the moment she passed him, something snapped. His control splitting like brittle glass Roman inhaled again, grasping for the now familiar and warming scent, and before he could stop himself, His hand shot out and caught her wrist.

Roman was indeed a crazy bastard—rumored to have purposely run over his brother with a truck on one occasion and also to have murdered his wife, mounting her head on a stick for burning his dinner. Roman ran sex trafficking rings in Eastern Europe, over and above his campaign of violence against innocents in East Africa. He was responsible for setting hospitals alight, blowing up food markets, targeting hotels and destabilizing regions for profit. Roman was now second in charge—that didn’t sit well with Max.

Roman says casually. “You tried with Hakim and Rustom, but they’re small fry.” I cross my arms over my chest. “Who do you suggest?” Roman tilts his head to the side. “I’ve heard whispers. The Russo pride themselves on their diplomacy, but we all know it’s horseshit. They’re good at making everyone feel equal, but that’s the furthest thing from the truth. My patience is already thin to start with, so my brother’s rambling is worsening my mood. “Your point?” I snap.

“You didn’t know?” Rosealba shook her head slowly. “I didn’t know Alactor Merikh Drystan was the mafia lord of Rome… of Italy before now. I had only found out some months back, but I still didn't know he was this powerful.” “That name?” Emilia leaned in, whispering quickly. “It’s not a name people say casually, Rosa. Most people would rather die than cross it.” “And yet I married him,” Rosealba said softly, almost to herself.

The penthouse apartment echoed with the sound of shattering glass and Nikolai's furious roars. SAINT PETERSBURG, RUSSIA(THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE) After the success of the engagement party between Mikhail Morozov and Donatella De Luca, the La Mano Rojas sent a message to the Bratva's empire, causing chaos within the empire.

Rosa and Luca The rain seeped through the cracked roof of the apartment, dripping into a rusted pot on the floor. Rosa did not bother to move it. She sat on the edge of the narrow bed, pulling on her boots with stiff fingers while Luca stood near the window, watching the street below. His coat was threadbare, his shoulders hunched against the cold. “This place will rot us alive,” Luca muttered. Rosa tied the laces hard. “Then we go where the money is.” He turned. “You really think that girl will help us?” “She owes us,” Rosa snapped. “If she’s living in a palace while we count bread slices, then yes—she will help us.”

Roma continued. Ramina looked back at her mother, taken aback by her sudden remark. "What do you mean, mom?" she asks. Roma smiled and shook her head. "Nothing . . . I just missed all of you." Ramina looked at her eyes. "Don't you . . . miss me?" she asks, hopeful.

And yet, as she opened her piercing blue eyes, they stared right into mine, and in that fleeting moment, I sensed a flicker of uncertainty in Roma's actions, a hesitation that betrayed a glimmer of doubt that perhaps this fragile being was not just a mere meal, but something more - a companion, a friend, a mate, and in that instant, Roma's actions faltered, its claws hovering above her skin as if poised to strike, yet hesitant to deliver the final blow. It was as if Roma, too, had glimpsed the truth - that this tiny, trembling creature was not just a prey, but a kindred spirit, a soulmate waiting to be claimed.

"Friends of yours?" "I'd like you to meet Wen and his brother Eldion. They're hitching a ride with me," said Casser. They exchanged pleasantries. "Nice to meet both of you," said Roma. Then, she went to a corner and took out a key from a bunch. "That will be six coins with breakfast, nine if you're going to have dinner here as well. I assume you're all staying in one big room?" Roma asked. "Yes. We'll take it," said Casser and gestured at Wen.