Viktor Krum Novels & Stories

He was just the help. "Well, well. Look how the mighty king of Axiom has fallen." Kasen's head snapped up. Stepping out of the crowd of suitors was Victor Kaelen, a ruthless Eastern European oligarch who had hated Kasen for years. Victor was a mountain of a man, with cold, gray eyes and a jagged scar cutting through his left eyebrow—the mark of a man who had fought his way out of the docks to run a multi-billion-dollar global shipping cartel. He had spent years trying to break Axiom Global's financial algorithms, only to be crushed by Kasen every time.

Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious. Tonight, he was up against another monster a man rumored to be just as deadly, ju

Viktor rarely shows his emotions in such a way, and it gives me pause. “viktor?” “One of the names on your hard drive,” he says solemnly. “Ethan Carter". He was the name of mummy lover. Did you realize that?” “No.” I rub at my temples. “I didn’t.” “I thought you should know because I remembered that name like mine,” Viktor adds. “He was not a cop or a politician or anyone of importance, yet he was on the list. Oddly enough, he was killed exactly one week after our mother’s death.”

he said to the pack and looked at Storm. “This is Storm Montrose and my father, Kai, the King of Scotland,” I introduced them. “It’s nice to meet you, Storm,” Kai said with a smile and she bowed her head at him. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you too,” she said and looked him in the eye. “Mom, this is Storm,” I said, taking her hand again and leading her to where my mother stood up from her chair. “This is my mother, Adelie, the Queen of Scotland,” I said.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

“I guess I have my answer. I should have known something was wrong when I found out you two were living together” “That has nothing to do with what happened between us” “She likes you. I saw the way she stared at you at the airport” She stood up on wobbly legs. “Do it” “What?” “Reject me” “No. I can't do that” “We can't be together. Hopefully I'll get a second chance mate, so do it” Her fists clenched beside her as she said it. “I, Cedric Armstrong of the Red moon pack, reject you, Valerie Wilson as my mate”

My purpose here is clear: to reclaim what rightfully belongs to me. My name is Nikolai Fedorov, a seasoned assassin who has faithfully served the Bratva for countless years. Renowned for my exceptional skills and unyielding brutality, I have earned a fearsome reputation among our ranks. Having held the esteemed title of Vor within the London Bratva, I now find myself in Chicago, prepared to assume the mantle of Vor for the esteemed Chicago Bratva. As Vor, I bear the weighty responsibility of maintaining order and ensuring strict adherence to the Bratva’s unwavering code of conduct.

One of my employees. Taurus….. What a bitch! You can’t speak!? I don’t know what I ever seen in you! Capris thoughts…. How arrogant of this community d***. He must not look in the mirror too often. He’s completely let himself go. Better yet he must have a bag over that crater face b****** head when he’s f****** her. I have always been that and then some. Little does he know his friends have been trying to get at me and tells me all his business. Hahahahahaha someone has been boosting him up. How pathetic?

I said, calling the man, watching as he froze, looking at me over his shoulder as he did. “I, Valerie Morozov, accept your rejection, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.”

Control turns into obsession and hatred slowly becomes the most dangerous thing of all…. Mutual surrender disguised as resistance. OUR MMC Artem Voronin Alias: The Voronin King / The Silent Tsar Nationality: Russian Position: Supreme leader of the Voronin Bratva Background: Born into a world where loyalty is paid in blood, Artem learned early that mercy is a liability. His father was erased in a brutal internal coup. Artem didn’t mourn his death instead he calculated. By 22, he had rebuilt the Voronin name into something even rival syndicates feared to speak aloud.