Ruska Roma Novels & Stories

There are snarls from around the room, oddly enough not from the three wolves in question, but their mates. “That was Alpha Roberto Garra of the Piedra de la Luna Pack. Roberto, do you not read your damn emails beyond the first fucking sentence?” That is who I assume is Roman. “How dare you speak to me - “ Roberto begins but the voice that I think is Roman cuts him off.

Everyone and their uncles know that to have the Moscow Bratva owe you a favor is like having the key to heaven. The room falls quiet again. I can see the next name forming on their tongues before they even say it. Luca tries anyway. “Then… the Romanos?” I let the name hang in the air for a second, tasting it. Rafael Romano. That smug, prick from Italy. I remember him from the last summit; sharp suits, sharper smile, always acting like the underworld was a fucking boardroom. I’ve read the reports on his operation. Clean, ruthless. But never a coward.

😖 He attacked again— But this time— She grabbed his wrist, twisted it— Snatched the knife— And slashed his leg. 💥 He fell screaming. Roma tried to escape. “Roma… darling.” 😏 She froze. Rose sat on the car bonnet, casually eating a lollipop 🍭 “Where are you going? Who’s cleaning this mess?” Cold voice— “5 minutes. Clean everything… or I’ll make it worse.” 👿 Roma panicked and dragged all injured men into the car. Then— SLAP! Rose hit her hard. Roma fell.

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.

Queen Rubella asked her calmly. Roma flinched a little, coming out of her trance. “Two sons…… and she sacrificed the younger one, right?” She asked in a daze, and I knitted my brows. “Roma…. Where is your mind?” Queen Rubella asked her in a serious tone. She clicked her tongue and jerked her head a little before speaking in a serious tone. “If we talk about the events, every high ranker here has two pups.” I raised my brows in surprise when I realized that it was indeed right.

She knew that, or she should have. “You say that like love is some disease,” she whispered. “For a Romanov, sometimes it is,” I answered, and the admission tasted like ash. Confusion crossed her face and I had already said too much. I stepped around her. “Elena, go back to your room.” She followed. “You are really going to defend her?” “I am not defending anyone,” I said. “She is making you look ridiculous,” she said. “What are the other packs going to say about a wolfless woman being married to Alpha Romanov? For years the family reputation has been secured, and you’re throwing that away for her?”

"I know what your father is," Mariya interrupted. "Everyone knows what the Romano Don does to people who cross him. S if you're smart, you'll stay away from my friend, leave her alone before your world swallows her whole." "I don't want to hurt her," Luca said desperately. "I just wanted one friend, one person who didn't see me as a weapon being forged..." "Then you should have thought of that before being born a Romano," Mariya said coldly.

Then, Sasha next to Alexander and Romulus went towards the laptop on the table that was in the office . - We will leave demands and a ransom demand. – Sasha said. - That is right let us start a good business kidnapping dogs from criminals. - Romulus said. - Let's not stop with just dogs and cats. Alexander said.

He is also the leader of the MC “The Wolves.” - It's an honor to meet you, sir. - Baltazar says. Julius laughs at the formality that Baltazar hated. - This is Valkyrie, my mate. Nobody comments on the fact that she is a vampire. - All others. I will introduce them later, but they are members of the pack. Many are missing here for other reasons. - Everyone is welcome to my house. Romeo approaches him and asks: - Don't you want to hold your grandson?

He has a hint of a Russian accent despite the fact that I know his family has been in America for at least two generations. We know they retain strong ties with their motherland both commercially and socially just like we do. We smuggle our guns from the NRA and they get their drugs, their weapons, their counterfeits from their contacts in Eurasia. I’ve heard tell that Roman not only works with the Bratva but also the Triad and the Yakuza. I heard tell that Yelena Kim Dobreva – their late mother – was not only of Asian descent but had ties to both organized crime families. Something about the Korean war, forbidden romance and other such shenanigans.