Russian Mob Romance Books Novels & Stories

He leaned against the doorframe of Taya's room and Taya without thinking twice tugged on his hand and pulled him inside, locking the door behind the man. "Yeah, we need to talk. Firstly, I wanna confess that I cheat on you. I am the bad girl who doesn't deserve a man like you, secondly, I am not gonna marry you because I don't love you. I only want your money and all the wealthiness and the reputation your family carries but the more I lied to myself, the more I felt embarrassed so from now on, we are no longer engaged. Okay?!" The words were like flowing out of her mouth and Taya regretted nothing that Lucas might think she was insane. In Taya's vision, the one who was insane was Lucas. Emo

Kara cried as fear, anger, loathing, frustration, and disappointment rolled into one. “Club Roman is a prostitution den that has the approval of the upper class that controls the law. How do we defeat it in its own game?” She did not know whether Nico Bernardi had a screw loose or something, but tackling an organization that has been rooted in the very foundation the society of New York was made of is an impossibility. “It was like taking on a giant. We can not take them down!” She added. Nico wagged his index finger. “Do not forget that a giant was bested by a man.” He said, alluding to the story of the shepherd boy David.

I didn't know what to type, I just stared at his last message. Mystery man: So you are also a writer on Goodnovel, share me the l**k to your book. I will like to check it out. Me: Just type in itchy fingers or either My daughter's Nanny or Yes, master in the search space. I have two books on the platform, you can check any out. Mystery man: My daughter's Nanny? Is it romance? Me: Yes, of course. A mafia romance. Mystery man: I can tell you are an hopeless romantic.

"Stormed in, insulted your father, insulted me, and then announced you'd make my life hell. You don't strike me as someone content to play the part of a quiet, dutiful wife. But I wonder, are you all bark?" I bite the inside of my cheek, hard. "Trust me, my bite is plenty sharp," I say, the words spat like poison. "And I have absolutely no intention of being your wife." "Trust me,printsessa, I gathered that." He chuckles. The way he says it, printsessa, soft and sardonic, makes the Russian endearment scrape against my ears like a rusty key. I lean forward, resting my forearms on my thighs.

“It seems you haven’t been completely honest with us Mr. Jerome.” Russell stared at the man. “What’s the problem Rob?” “You didn’t tell us the men we snatched the girl from today were Russian mob.” Rob growled. Russell shrugged. “So what?” Rob raised an eyebrow. “So what? Those guys are bat shit crazy. One of my boys stayed behind at the shop this afternoon and saw not only Bratva but Ukrainians coming and going all afternoon.” “Is that a problem for you?” Russell asked as if he were bored.

It was almost comical, but then again, I wouldn’t expect anything normal from that guy. “You deranged motherfucker . . .” I murmur, crumpling the note in my hand. I should have expected this. He’s a Morozov—the head of Morozov. That unforgiving Russian Billionaire who got his eyes as a curse. They say it’s the color of every blood he drained off of his victim’s bodies—the only bad thing that revealed a murderer was behind that beautiful, godly face. I shouldn’t have become too reliant just because of a provocative lap dance, or how he carried me back home.

No one would ever suspect such a typical housing in the city, of being an abode for such criminal operations. Jacob's body was tense as he entered the house, he took uncertain steps through the small corridor that led to the living room. The living room space was scanty. It was so scanty it appalled Jacob. The room had only two chairs-sofa and an armchair. Both seats were opposite each other and had an old, worn table between them. The other items of any aesthetic value in the room all looked as old as the chairs and table. After Jacob took note of the room as he entered, the two faces he found staring right at him had all his attention. He'd thought he would be facing low-life thugs that wa

Copyright ©️ 2021 by Mylovelyreaders All rights reserved. ⚠️DARK ROMANCE⚠️ Hey guys, thanks for giving so much love and support for my book Psycho Mafia season 1. So my lovelies, I welcome you all to the second season of Psycho Mafia 2. Just like the first season, this book is full of drama, action, romance and thriller. This story is entirely my imagination and the characters are fictious. Any resemblance from the resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locals is entirely coincidental.

"It just so happens that villainy pays better." Robbie shook his head. "You know there's a special place in hell for fellas like us, right?" "Yeah, buddy, but I hear the highway to hell is paved with diamond titties and gold coins with chocolates in the middle." Author notes: Below is the translations for the Russian words (Damien is a Russian Mafia leader that's why) Translations: derzhatel obshchaka : common fund holder moy brat: My brother. baystryuk: Dear brother. Brigadier Kommandir : Right hand man

What a fucking sight she was! The confidence she showed and the fire in her eyes—Rosaline Guerra did not have it, but Rose did, and I would have rather had Rose than the tamed sister of the Consigliere of the Vitale Crime Family. She lifted her ass from the counter for me to stride the dress down her legs, along with her lace panties. She did not object, but her eyes slightly widened. My mouth dried up at the sight of her pink pussy, desperate for my attention.