Ruska Roma Novels & Stories

Well, at least the cat died knowing and I grabbed my phone. I punched in his name, my fingers fidgeting as the search bar loaded and his profile appeared on the screen. Judas Romanovski—son of Ralph Romano, Killian Schmidt, Alexei Volkov. I frowned. Three fathers? Mother—Rara Romanovski. Siblings—Anya Romanovski, Tina Romanovski.

“Yeah but that″ she pointed over to him. “Is a fucking beautiful specimen of a man he has to be an exception no?” “No no exceptions.” “You’re crazy like seriously crazy. When was the last time you even had sex?” Her hand was on her hip now another grasped around a bottle. “Ages ago, but that’s irrelevant.” “No it isn’t!” She nearly shouted. “Give him your number, let him fuck you silly and go on your merry way. Where is he from? He don’t look like many of the others.” “Russia.” “Oh shit his Russian?! Seriously Harper, nothing ventured, nothing gained.”

“Do you think that the Vasils are the only ones who think they’re better than others? It’s unfortunate to say that my people think very similarly of your people. Savages. War-mongers. It’s hard to get information about the Romanovs here, isn’t it? It’s the same with the Vasils over where I’m from.” “How did you learn to think differently, then? If you had no access to resources that allowed you to get a greater opinion?” Ursa shrugged. “The Romanovs have a lot of different ethnic groups in their territory. My father says a lot of nasty things about them, because they are powerless to fight back against his words, and his awful words are what allow him to keep that power from them. So one day

I asked her. “Do you guys live here permanently? Do you guys work or are you a bunch of rich kids just lazing around?” she asked. She was very straight forward and she had no filter. I placed the coffee cup down in front of her and handed one to Raf too. “Actually, we’re a wolf pack and Jericho’s our Alpha,” Rafael said and I spat my coffee out as Storm looked at us with wide eyes. “Is this your packhouse?” she asked incredulously.

This made me scared. "Please, who are you?" I asked in the most polite way possible. I did not want to annoy the woman; she was unbalanced. "Ah, finally asking me the right question." She said, smiling. She cleared her throat, I knew it was all an act, but nonetheless, it made me more attentive. "I am Ruhun Daji, and my name is Kurwa, the spirit of nature, good fortune, bliss and wellness."

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I won't let any men even spare a glance at her because she is mine to claim. She is the first woman,who doesn't throw herself on me,who has no lust for my charms or money.She sees me as her saviour. "Sir I think you have enough for tonight.You should take some rest now,we have an early meeting with the Romanov in Poland."Luca suggested in a lowered voice. "Why in Poland?"I arched a brow at him for explanation. "He is a wanted criminal in Russia,he is in hide on the borderland between Poland and Russia."Luca answered.

the king of Kiev insisted, “I know these things take time, but Kiara is a rare match. Her bloodline is pure all the way back to the gods.” Romeo was seated to Ravok’s right. Without looking directly at me, he lifted a hand and pointed to the jam, then curled his finger in a gesture for me to come closer. I stepped forward and picked up the small silver spoon, gathering the amber jam and spreading it smoothly over his slice of bread. As I did, he leaned slightly. “Nothing like a marriage proposal at breakfast to start the day,” Romeo murmured, his voice low. I admit, Romeo almost made me laugh. I hated the way he treated humans, and I hated his sarcasm most of the time. But still, he was the

Roman didn’t raise his voice, just stared at me with a calm that made me want to scream. Then he sat on the coffee table, studying my face. “You know,” he began, brows slightly furrowed, “I met someone who smelled exactly like you.” My body stiffened under the covers. Hermes. Had they met? How? The Bratva and Cosa Nostra didn’t cross paths, so… how? I kept my face blank. “My pheromones aren’t unique to me.” “Yeah, I thought so too.” He nodded. “But it was strange, given who it was.”