Yuri Volkov Novels & Stories

It was clear that the man did not like the Volkovs. "I admire Sylvester. He is the redemption the Volkov lineage needed. Yuri is scum, and we cannot let someone like him take over our world. It would be worse than Dimitri and Maurice. Those two would be great rulers compared to the scum. He is driven by greed and a thirst for power. His appetite keeps growing bigger, and his thirst can never be quenched. He needs to be put down for the sake of peace." Grey said confidently, and I was partially comfortable with him.

This wasn't a trick to see if I was a spy. Viktor Volkov, the Butcher of the North, the man who had ordered the hit on my family, actually loved the girl I was pretending to be. He was obsessed with the shadow of Rai Kirov, and he was falling in love with the venom of Evelyn Prokofiev. "You really mean it," I breathed, my mind spinning. "Every word."

“Alpha Kilhan, this is much bigger than we thought. We are dealing with a great enemy here. For him to have gotten this report concealed, then he is a man of power and influence, greater than we imagined.” “I don’t care if he’s a god! I’ll find him and I’ll kill him.” I uttered with gritted teeth. “The first record, have you found out who owned the account?” I further asked, raising my head to look at him. “Yes, the account had the name Tima Maria. The money was withdrawn immediately the account was credited, and I also found out it was the first and last money to get into this account. It was closed immediately after the withdrawal.” “And did you find this Tima Maria?” I further inquired an

I am happy that one day, he’ll be the one to rule Alvannia after my father. Valerian wore a long black jacket over a waistcoat that was buttoned down. A black long-sleeved shirt underneath hugged his skin. Unlike the other black parts of the jacket, the top collar, the lapels, his cuffs, the buttons, and the center fronts of the coat were striking gold. His long black hair fell graciously on his shoulders. “Who’s that?” I asked pointing at a man that walked beside my father as he approached us. “Oh, that’s King Iyrick of Meldonis. This year’s ball will be hosted in his palace. I’m guessing he came to personally escort us to his kingdom.” Valerian answered, waving at the unfamiliar old man.

He exerted immense effort to reach this point. Unsure of Gena’s desires, he suspected her confusion and rebellion. Her mindset mirrored that of a child seeking undefined fun, oblivious to its nature or consequences. Yuri found it challenging to enjoy her presence, but he derived pleasure from pushing her to the point of fear. He loved hearing her pain, but to hear her beg for more, as if he gave her the greatest pleasure. Yuri remained uncertain whether it aroused him or repulsed him, the most intense reaction he had ever experienced.

DEA I was putting together my presentation for the seminar for more than half the day, distracting myself from my real problems. When I opened the email last night, I was excited but it was short-lived when I read the names of the other scientists that were going to be there as well. Dr. Jason Yates stood out to me and all of a sudden I was a sobbing mess yet again but I found my happy place as I buried my head in Victor's pillow and inhaled a scent I could only relate to him.

Eric whispered in her ear. Like a perfect couple, Nyla thought bitterly. Inside the ballroom, champagne flowed and string music played softly. Business executives in expensive suits mingled with their wives in designer gowns. Eric kept his hand on Nyla's lower back, possessive and proprietary. "There he is," Eric said quietly. "Viktor Volkov. The Ukrainian investor I told you about." Nyla followed his gaze. Viktor was a tall man in his sixties with silver hair and sharp eyes. He stood near the bar talking to other businessmen, looking bored.

Blood drips from their daggers onto the stone floor. My heart stops. Time seems to stretch. One of them—the muscular one—shuts the door behind him. "You were right about her, Vladimir," the ratlike one remarks. "She’s truly a beauty." He inhales deeply and grins. "Mm. So sweet and innocent as well." "Aye." Vladimir’s thin lips twist into a sinister smile. "But not for long." I leap from the four-poster bed, nearly tripping over the covers. I snatch the letter opener from my bedside table and hold it out in front of me. Despite being made of silver, it’s a feeble weapon against three bloodthirsty Wolves.

There was only one person with the resources and motive to blacklist her in this industry—Alexei Volkov. Volkov Co. Inc. wasn’t just the largest construction materials supplier in the country—it was a behemoth. Their reach extended into every corner of the industry, and their influence was undeniable. Ava knew Alexei had taken over the company recently after his father, Kirill Volkov, had been ousted.

'K, Killian. She stammers as I bring their dancing to a stop by standing in their way. 'Good evening, Wife.' I say, making sure to emphasise the word 'wife' while glaring straight at the Russian. It hits me as I stare at him, because I do recognise who he is and it takes all my effort not to reveal my shock. 'Yuri Macalov. The notorious Bratva Pakhan, who is known within our circles for his brutality and total lack of compassion, has his hands on my wife.'