The Romanov Sisters Book Novels & Stories

He gives me a long, hard look. "She was in prison with us...with me. Her family is Russian. They had just moved to New York when the Bratva attacked. They killed her entire family, leaving behind just she and her little brother. Her brother died a few days later, while we were being transported in containers to Russia. She never cried. Just sat there, staring at his lifeless, rotting body until they finally took him away. We were all held in the same cell for a while. Most of us were tortured there. She was just ten at the time and Romanov made his men abuse her and all the other little girls... sexually."

Anna, my aunt demanded, breaking the long cold silence. Everyone turned to her at her sudden question. She had been staring at Hazel with more interest than any other person in the room since the meeting started. I hated Anna. Her full make-up gave her the looks of an old witch. The whip lashes on my body were made by her. She was merciless to me when I was a kid and still merciless as an adult. She's the only Romanov member that is out of my control. "I figured it's about time I took myself a wife," I said, my jaws clenched.

The book is about Cinderella, a poor girl who is abused by her stepmother and stepsisters, and then she meets a fairy godmother who magics a fancy dress and shiny shoes so that Cinderella can go to the ball, meet her prince, and live happily ever after. 'What nonsense.', Talia thought. 'The story is rubbish. One's fortune can't depend on a pair of shoes', but Talia still cracked a smile. This book reminds Talia of Olivia, the only member of the Red Moon pack who treated her as a person. Olivia left the pack about one year ago and Talia misses her dearly. Every night Talia hugs that book to sleep, and she remembers Olivia. Olivia is two years older than Talia and her father is Dr. Scott, the

Besides, the sisters dressed more splendidly than me! The young vampire led us into another hall. He kept talking about the upcoming play, how he had prepared and organized it to suit my arrival for the whole nation knew that I was coming back. He told us about his family's glory and how he and his father suffered through the Revolution, as did the rest of the aristocrats and the Romanov dynasty. I listened without much interest while Claire nodded, pretending to look majestic and charming as a princess should be. Every so often, Yury would steal a flirty glance at me, and I would roll my eyes behind my sunglasses.

"But keeping her here poses greater dangers. At least in Russia, she's under my direct protection." Two nights after, I found Marianna in the library, pretending to read. "We need to talk," I said, closing the door behind me. She didn't look up. "I have nothing to say to you." "Then listen." I took the chair opposite her. "Scott briefed you on the Romanovs?" "Yes. Charming family." Her voice dripped sarcasm. "Murder, extortion, human trafficking. Your kind of people." "You don't understand the world you've married into."

Maybe the same caution that had kept me alive all these years. Why is she really here? We were always going to end up here – with her in my bed. But this felt too easy. So I didn’t trust it. I didn’t put it past her and her brother to have concocted some scheme which involved using her as a honey pot. Everything I knew about Roman Dobrev spoke against him ever using his sister in that way; but what if it was her idea? One thing I did know about these Russians, they would do anything for family. Much like we Irish would.

It was curious. “Growing up, my father instilled in us a hatred for the Romanovs. He said you’re all war-mongers, savages, and…well, monsters.” “Do I look like any of those to you?” A beat. “No.” Ursa put her book down next to her, putting her full attention on the younger girl. “I’m like you, in a way, Princess. A princess of a country that’s different then I remember it, and I was cast out like you in order to accomplish further political earnings.”

The Nikolaev family had connections all over that country. Coincidently, Raphael’s half-sister was married to Vasili Nikolaev. The latter was never our enemy, but he liked to keep to himself and run his own empire. That was fine, but it never hurt to have people on your side. Especially badass guys like Vasili. His connection with Raphael afforded us this. Likewise, it also offered them protection by us as well. When Raphael found out he had a sister, he kept it tight lipped. He only shared it with me, Cassio, Luca and our little gang. It was to conceal his knowledge of the connection with her from the Romano family and Benito King. Those two already tried to kidnap her and the latter two th

The other woman merely glanced at her but didn't reply. Olivia turned her eyes to me amd gave me a big smile, one that said I got you're back. In the entire gallery filled with royal ladies, Julia- Dorian's sister-, Merry- the second sister of the queen-, and Olivia- merry's daughter. The rest were all predators, looking to shut one person down to make themselves feel better. "Well, this is certainly not fun. I will leave you ladies to it." Cassandra commented before she picked up the basket full of pinks and jewelries she had picked out before she left.

For the past few years, I had literally drilled inside my brain every little information I knew about these people. “No, I mean—” “One thing doesn’t match up, though. Viktor is obsessed with the security of his family. How come the sister lives alone? Not very close with the brothers?" My eyebrow rose slightly. “Romanos are family oriented. Blood means a lot to them. So, the only explanation there could be is that the sister’s apartment is close to the hospital where she is currently completing her residency.” “Huh. Her security isn’t very amped up, unlike the Romano brothers. So..." I thought for a moment, "...let's say that...if an unfortunate accident happens to the sister, do you think t