Ruska Roma Novels & Stories

The blanket unraveled in his hands, and bliss enveloped her the moment he draped the soft, thick wool around her shoulders. “Am I going to stay here?” She looked around what seemed to be one dark, dingy warehouse. “You could turn down the AC a little bit, you know.” “AC?” he repeated with a low chuckle. “This is all compliments of the lovely evening weather.” “Weather? Where the hell…” Alexei slowly sat on his heels and placed his broad hands on her shoulders. He smiled at her like Christmas had come early. “Welcome to Moscow, Miss Daniella De Luca. The Russian mafia is looking forward to working with you.”

He was grinding his molars with such force that even Luca could hear. As soon as they were out of the house. Rasmus was all up on Luca. Both of them had the same height. Luca didn't back down even the slightest as he matched the gaze of his Alpha. "What the f*ck were you doing there?" He growled at his face. Luca has barely seen Rasmus losing his calm and when he does, it was always a big f*cking deal. "Just healthy flirting," Luca said plainly with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Ricci’s moving fast after what happened to his port. I saw his lapdog in Padua, sweating bullets. Those Russians you spotted, who the hell are they, Nico? Talk.” He shoved a folder at me, eyes sharp. “Roma, Kolya, Dima. The Executioner’s top dogs. Roma, scarface, is a fucking tank, loves smashing skulls up close. Kolya, gold chain, tortures for kicks, breaks men like twigs to get answers. Dima, buzzcut, is the brains, a strategist who’ll map your death before breakfast.” I flipped through the folder, photos, kill counts, rap sheets that’d make Satan blush. Roma’s scarred mug, Kolya’s smug grin, Dima’s ice-cold stare. I leaned back, tossing the folder on the table.

"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

I opened the first page. The Roma's are a very rich and influential people in the whole of italy, they are half America and half italian, there own the biggest Wine producing company here in italy and have more company's, the Roma's Only heir Dante Roma born on the 14 of December 1990 is the only surviving member of the family and is the CEO of over 7 big product company and industries, well known and influential. I paused. Dante is an orphan? He doesn't have a family, maybe that's why he's so mean. I bet he doesn’t knows what being a family guy is.

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.”