The Romanov Sisters Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Twelve men are sitting around a long, polished table—each one a relic of an era that raised my lovers, judged them, and now fears them. We don’t bow. That alone earns murmurs. “This is the girl,” one of them mutters. “Your stepsister,” another says aloud, deliberately. Vincenzo’s hand tightens around mine. Don Salvatore, the oldest of them all, leans forward, eyes sharp and assessing. “Elena Romano,” he says. “Or do you no longer carry that name?” “I carry the name I survived,” I reply before any of the brothers can stop me. A ripple of surprise moves through the table.

“You didn’t appreciate what you had. Now you’re acting like this? For who? “I’m telling you, once you’re overseas, you’d better behave. If you cause any more trouble, don’t even think about coming back!” “Monica! Monica!” Lucas cried as the bodyguards forced him onto the plane. Monica remained unmoved. “You know, the Smiths reached out to Veronica, too. They offered her five million to cut all ties and disappear for good. “That woman loves money. She took it and swore she wouldn’t come back, but kept stirring up trouble in secret. The Smiths found out and sent her packing, taking the money back.

INTRODUCTION TO TRIPLET HEIRS; THE ROMANO'S DAUGHTERS (BOOK TWO OF TRIPLET TEMPTATION) ~~~ Twenty-two years after the events of Triplet Temptation, the legacy of forbidden love lives on through Fiorella, Marcella, and Camilla Romano — identical daughters of Elena and the feared triplet Mafia lords. Raised in power, blood, and silence, the sisters are inseparable yet wildly different. Each has inherited a piece of their parents’ past…. dominance, compassion, danger.

Mafia princess Anastasia Rostova is not your conventional Mafia princess. Betrothed to old, senile, sadistic Lev Avilov since she was just five, Anastasia has avoided home for years, running off to England for studies. But with her twentieth birthday approaching quickly, she knows she has no choice. It's either she married Lev, or her father and everyone one else she holds dear...die.

“Double the men guarding the sisters. I don’t trust my father or brother.” “Yes, your highness.” Ezryn answered as he bowed and walked off to share my orders. “Do you think they are planning something?” Mohan asked, falling into step with me. “I believe so, I believe they are determined to destroy our kingdom and I can’t let that happen. I know Akasha and her sisters are who they say they are and yet my father is blind to it.” “Maybe we should move them to your apartment.” “No, they will be suspicious if they do, and I don’t want anymore people to know about it.”

And with that she began the tale of two sisters and with yet again a flick of her fingers, the story was able to come to life before my eyes. Once upon a time in a world very different from ours, in a kingdom that has never know a time without peace, twin sisters were born into the royal family and as custom women were always the guardians and custodians of the book that held all the magic of the entire universe. For generations, predecessors have travelled from realm to realm seeking to expand the content on each page and with each added spell the book itself came to life and started to select it's master both male or female.

He ordered. Anna continue to struggles, “No—argg!” Her hair was pulled, “If you don’t stop now, I’ll really put a bullet on your head, Anna.” “It’s better than that….than becoming your wife!” She spat. His grip tightened, but there is this amusement the flashed before his eyes when Anna cried. She was really trying to act so naïve now, huh? He met a lot of type of women similar with her. They will pretend that they were against it, but later on—she will enjoy the luxurious life, but he’s no fool, Romanov marries her to teach her a lesson.

For the illusion. Mama’s arm was linked through mine, her emerald gown flowing like liquid envy. She looked stunning, as always—graceful, untouchable, the kind of woman people underestimated at their own peril. To the world, she was Ivan Volkov’s elegant wife. To me, she was my anchor. The gala had been arranged by one of the European bosses—neutral ground, they’d called it. A celebration of “unity.” I’d learned young that unity in our world meant carefully measured truces and knives hidden behind polite applause.

I say to Georgia peeved that she's trying to sell me the idea of me being special to Roman. "Why would I lie to you? If Roman wants you, he will definitely treat you differently from his previous sexual companions, and Roman is more than capable of handling himself without my help." She says. "Of course you would know." I say, a little upset at the way she sounded so experienced 'in the ways of Roman'. She throws her head back and laughs so loudly, that I half expect the stall doors to start shaking from the impact. "I'm Roman's cousin or sister. However, you want to put it." She says after she gets herself under control.

Marissa stepped closer to Xander, a red blush dusting her cheeks. Dad and Mom immediately straightened up, their posture stiff and awkward. "Damn, looks like the Lipton family hit the jackpot this time! How did Marissa find such a handsome and rich boyfriend?" "I'm so envious! They sure are lucky." "Marissa has always been the more emotionally intelligent of the two sisters, so is it any surprise that her parents love her more? Now that she's gotten herself such an extraordinary boyfriend, how could Yelena possibly compare?"