Novel & Cerita Russian Mob Romance Books

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To say that mafia life is not boring is to have no idea. Surely the "rank and file soldiers", as I call them, have action and all those dangerous tasks that come to mind when we think of the term "mafia". The problem is that not everyone in that world is “private”. I certainly wasn't. I was the "prisoner-guest." I had been practically locked in my room for a week and except for visits from Cami and G, I was alone. At least I had my laptop to write and not go crazy. The positive part of my isolation is that I made a lot of progress in the new novel. My imagination, which previously seemed stunted, was now fired. The latest romantic incident (or whatever it was) with G had given me a needed pu

It was as if he demanded something from me, but I didn’t know what. A feeling I couldn’t shake off consumed me. Except, I couldn’t quite pinpoint it. Moya luna. Russian. The voice was speaking Russian. Could it have been Adrian? Except, he hadn’t called me that since that night in the gazebo. It was always pipsqueak and I had outgrown that nickname. The intense stranger watched me, his thick brows drawing over his eyes and something about him kept dragging me into his savage darkness. His dark eyes reminded me of the harshness of Russian winters - merciless and bone chillingly cold.

Dear readers, Please note that although this story has a Russian theme, it is written in English. When reading dialogue, please assume that characters are speaking in Russian, even though it appears in English. This is the book 2 in the Dark Desires Series and book one is Dark Obsessions, a MM romance. Maddest Obsseions will be out soon! I did not upload it because I'm still working with a few adjustments on the plot. Xoxo

Tiny things that would randomly appear within our heads while I used my time sparingly to help him as well. Each of us bouncing ideas for one of his latest projects. With a sketch pad in hand, Tony uses the afternoon to draw up sketches while I sat off towards the side of the room, my body covered by a blanket as I just read books upon my tablet. Fully immersed within my books, Deal with the Devil. My book about an Irish Enforcer who ends up falling for a Bratva Princess. A Bratva Princess who was also a ballerina and an illegitimate child of the Russian Mob Leader.

We even went to Dubai together and it was probably one of the best places with someone especially with the good company I had with him. Anyways back to me as usual, Russia is an amazing country. The pure snow settles down softly and gently, just like the fairy-tale atmosphere. It was an unreal place to be in and to be honest the true reason I was here was one of my friends had just got married and to the big bad Russian Mafia boss, Dimitri Ivanov. Before you say anything, it was an arranged agreement since she was a child to stop the Russian and Italian war. She was the Italian mafia princess, but their family believed women should not be allowed in the Mafia. She proved them wrong and was k

She asked, teasingly holding the book up for Marcus to see. His reaction was instantaneous. Golden eyes widened in recognition, and a hint of embarrassment crossed his features, tinting his cheeks red. "Ah. That one. It's a bit different from the others." “Clearly!” Intrigued, Vivienne turned the book over to read the summary. As she scanned the words, her eyes widened in disbelief. "A mafia romance?" she exclaimed. "And it's about a woman who was kidnapped for a year?"

The auction house stank of blood money, ego and desperation. It dripped from the gold ceilings, soaked into the velvet curtains, and pooled between the cracks of polished marble tiles. It was the kind of opulence that could only be paid for in blood. Andrei Dostoevsky leaned back in his chair, disinterested, but at ease. He lit a cigarette. His movements were slow and precise — a predator in no hurry to hunt. The ember flared against the darkness, momentarily painting his sculpted face in shades of crimson and gold.

He didn’t even spare her a second glance Yes, he just kills people as a hobby instead. The woman’s fists clenched, her jaw tightening as she glared at me, before turning on her heels and disappearing into the crowd. Bitter, much? I knew what she must have been thinking. Mafia men don’t stay loyal. Affairs are common in this world. Mistresses even more so. Almost all the girls present at the party were jealous of me. But they don't know I was probably the last woman in this room who wanted to stand beside Nikolai.

He didn’t want to fall into another trap, this time he was ready for Ryan’s game. “Your girl is Russian Mafia in case you haven’t figured her out,” Ryan said sitting in the corner with two other men. “But I am sure you know this.” “Yes, I know,” Bobby said down leaning back. “So, tell me why did you approach her, she is nothing to you.” Bobby countered.