Ruska Roma Novels & Stories

"We are getting married." Rula reached out to shake Yarusoyya's hand. However, Yarusoyya did not instantly accept Rula's hand. She watched Rula's presence and didn't say anything. "She's a prostitute from the capital Ondalle Haven, Republic of Smerseth?" Rula is unaware that having the status of a princess doesn't instil in her courtesy and consideration for others' emotions. Yarusoyya's remarks were too hurtful. With a sarcastic grin, Rula inquired, "You're looking up information about me?"

She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…. James Russo! You are going to be fucking death of me!!

Aisha POV: Roma was tensed her, she had horrified expression on her face when…. I went closer to her and roughly pulled her left hand up to show her mother and Ravan the same tattoo that was there in Video however before I could utter any further word the very next thing I saw was Roma lying on floor while blood oozing out from corner of her lip while Ravan was standing tall in front of her small frame with nothing but murderous look in his eyes “Why…?” I heard his dangerous voice “WHY THE FUCK YOU DO THIS ROMA…. SHE WAS YOU SISITER… YOU REAL SISTER… AND YO… YOU…. YOU WAS WATCHING GET GANG RAPED AND MURDERED BY THOSE MOTHERFUCKING BASTARD… WHY THE FUCK YOU DO THAT?” he growled monstrously o

MEANWHILE in Russia… "Tamara, why are you here?" Tamara Kromatov, the only living female descendant of the original Kromatova family that long lived since Russia existed. Maxim Kromatova's niece. Vanluke Kromatova's precious cousin. Tamara has a special condition of mild intellectual disability. Despite her age, twenty-nine, she remains to face hardships of social difficulty, reading and writing, and sense of responsibility just to name a few. She's the darling of the Kromatova family, highly protected within the main mansion in Russia. Her innocence about everything is what got Yulia Petrov attracted to her in spite of her limited confidence.

Sarcana repeated. “Can somebody tell me which wolves we are talking about?” I shouted at the top of my voice. “It’s like I explained before, Mia,” my mother began to answer, “All in all, we are all wolves, but there are key distinctions, there are Lycans – people like Leo here, Bastien, and your mates. People who are envied by the other breeds because they are not bound by the sun and moon curse.”

He dusted off his tunic and while he did a group of people had formed behind us. “Noblemen and women, I am Romulus, the owner of the Nubian, famous for his large cock. No normal woman can take him, therefore I bring to you four of the most exotic and beautiful women in all lands so you can, with your own eyes, watch as the Nubian ravishes them.”

Roman shrugged “We can’t tell Harley we want to follow her parents around so we could get to a man who basically ruined our lives and expect her to be like, yeah sure!” Lucas replied in a sarcastic manner before huffing in anger and resting his back on the couch “Listen…” Roman was cut off by a knock on the door, they both took quick glances at each other and Lucas thought it must be Cheng till Roman got up to open the door and was greeted by Harley’s green eyes.

I wouldn’t be searching for a cure if she didn’t make me a toy to vent her anger upon, making me a walking devil without a soul. “Romeo, the attacker of that girl, he’s the older son of the Russo family and elder brother of Dario, Aurelio Russo,” Luca said, looking at me through the rear mirror. The information quite surprised me as I didn’t know he had any brothers. I thought he was the single child of his family. “He had an elder brother? How come we didn’t know that?” I asked, frowning a little. Those people haven’t done anything yet, it does not mean that they are not going to do anything in the near future.

If yes, I am laying on the same bed where he raped me. I hear the door being clicked open. I look at it through my peripheral vision to see that woman barging in. “I just remembered that I never introduced myself to you. I am Roma." I ignore her. I flip on my side with my back towards her. I hope she gets the idea that I want to be alone. Who is she even? I haven't seen her ever. “I have heard how Isaac Rodriguez trapped you in this marriage." I stilled. All of my focus on her. “I really get you. But I don't see you fighting him. You are just going along with whatever he wants. It's like you have accepted your def…."

Outside, the city of Rome was drenched in the golden light of the setting sun. She didn't notice the sleek, obsidian-black sedan idling across the street. She had no idea that inside, Luca was watching her through the tinted glass. He had memorized her face from a grainy surveillance file—a byproduct of his deep enquiry into Rosa and her surroundings in Rome after her return. He had dismissed the child as a mere footnote, a detail that wasn't directly related to his search for Rosa, so he didn't recognize him right away when he saw Renzo.