Novel & Cerita The Romanov Sisters Book

My eyes narrowed in suspicion as I sensed something strange grasping my chest. “Cousins?” “Yes, Alexei and Killian.” My thoughts spun wildly as I processed his words carefully. Cousins. Alexei Volkov. Killian Schmidt. Stefan noticed confusion in my eyes as he spoke. “Our grandparents were siblings, which makes us one. Volkovs and Schmidts are Romanos's highest benefactors.” As if a deflated balloon, my chest felt empty. The hope that had lifted me moments ago vanished, leaving my lungs deprived of air. It had eluded my attention when I first glanced at them, but I now realized they were all sitting together for one reason - they were family.

That sounded weirdly like me…? When I snapped the book shut, my pulse was already racing. “What are you doing in here?” I jumped so hard that I nearly lost my balance. Roman was standing in the doorway. His broad shoulders filled the space, and his eyes were sharp as they fell on the book I was still holding to my chest. “I was just…” He was by my side in a few strides, and then he snatched the book from my hands. His eyes narrowed even more when he saw the title. Without even opening it, he shoved it under his arm and firmly said, “You don’t need to be reading this, Ava.”

It's the last book among a pile of other books. Unlike everything else I have seen in here, it bears no title. I drag it out of the pile, the dust from it making me cough. When I open it, my breath catches in my throat. It's like a book of records of all the sisters at the convent in alphabetical order. Page after page contains photographs of every girl that has been in the Convent even before I joined. Besides every photograph is a handwritten information— Age, Date admitted, Family status, Skills, Languages, Health observation. And beside each name is either a neat checkmark or roughly drawn X mark, accompanied by the word ‘Eliminated.’

He was thirty-two years old, had been her husband for five years, and Isabella had spent every single one of those years feeling like she was suffocating. Thomas had been safe. Predictable. Boring. A good man who'd never raised his voice, never made her heart race, never fucked her hard enough to make her feel anything. And now he was dead, and Isabella was a widow at twenty-eight, and all she could think about was the man standing across the grave from her. Marcus Romano. Thomas's older brother. Forty-five years old with silver threading through his dark hair, sharp features that were similar to Thomas's but harder, more defined. Tall and broad where Thomas had been average. Commanding pres

The thought made me smile. There was still a lot for me to be had. Blame it on my immortality. It had given me a freedom to get whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. But nothing could compare to my longing for the Romanov sisters. They had it all. Any one of them in my grip would grant me everything I'd ever wished for. I would just have to work harder.

In its thirty-four years of being in business, no one had ever escaped; until now. This was a disaster. She needed to act fast. With the journal in her sister’s possession and her sister now free to seek help, there was no telling what would happen next. She didn’t understand why things were going so badly. Other than murdering her aunt upon impulse, she’d taken the time to carefully plan out Davina’s confinement.

Ripped from her home, from her sisters… This thought seemed to finally pull Cassie out of her reverie. This was her sister. They were a team, her Nora and Evelyn, there is no way that this man was taking her without a fight. Evelyn, as usual, was two-steps ahead, already jabbing her finger in the chest of the Alpha, who apparently was named, “Roman.”

With a sad smile, he answered. “I see. Then we have the same thought.” Roxanne smiled back, making Vladimir hand her the book he took from the shelves. "I understand; that is why you have the right to own that book. That book was written by my sister on the Deathly Blood she discovered and mastered before she died." He presented my wife with the family book that would be useful in dealing with my wife's awakened, untamed, but dangerous power. “Do you have the book about Bloody Saint?” Out of the blue, my wife wondered, almost catching Vladimir off guard.

Nora was a storm, and I was already too close to the eye. ‎🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 ‎The Romanov mansion loomed like a fortress, all stone and secrets, its sprawling grounds a testament to my family’s power. Inside, the air was heavy with old money and expectations. My father, Maxim, waited in the study, his stern face a mask of control. My mother, Katarina, hovered nearby, her warmth a faint counter to his ice. Olga, my grandmother, sat like a queen, her sharp eyes cutting through the room. Aleksei stood at my side, my trusted shadow, his presence grounding me.

As were all eating my brother, Rocco and Maverick walks in unannounced. "This relationship or whatever it between Stavros and Analina ends NOW!!! She is to marry Rocco, contract’s already written and signed. I took the liberty of signing for Analina since she is under age. As of right now She and Rocco are engaged!!!" "You can't do that to your sister, Jonathan, plus I’m her father and has final say!" "Not this time dad." "I agree with our son, John." "NO ONE, AND I. MEAN. NO. ONE. WILL EVER TAKE AWAY MY FREEDOM AGAIN, NO MATTER WHO THEY ARE!!!" She screams at her brother as she walks over and punches him the face, she then punches Rocco. "That's for what you did to your father." she says as