Pakhan Bratva

Morgan had always lived in the shadow of his father volkov viktor , the great pakhan of a mighty mafia group yet all he ever dreamed about was to live a normal life free from his bloodline and to have a life free from violence and danger with his twin sister yet all this changes when he fell in love with Blaise vitale the charming son of his fathers rival vincenzo, with betrayal cut deep Blaise revealed himself as nothing but a tool to pull them down. watching in horror as his fathers empire crumble,parents die and sister lost in the darkness of conflict and loyalty margan trives to take revenge even if it means becoming what he'd dreaded the most

"You know what a good girl would have done? A good girl would have stayed home instead of sneaking out of her father's compound just to get a man to fuck her. A good girl wouldn't have stabbed a man like me with a pen. And most of all, a good girl wouldn't be turned on by holding a gun to a man's chest." I lean closer to her. "You're no good girl, Ivanna." "You… you're wrong." "Go on then. Come on. Pull the trigger." *** My name is Ivanna. I am the daughter of Misha Sidorov, the head of the Krasnoyarsk Bratva. I have just graduated and I’m about to go to college. My life is perfect until Sergio Sakharov comes into the picture. He is the darkness itself. He reigns over the entire Sakharov family and by extension, the Dvina River Vory Bratva. His word is law, and his desire is absolute. Everything changes in a split second when he steals me away and holds prisoner in Tyva, a bride for his only heir. But Sergio doesn’t take no for an answer. He always gets whatever he wants and against all reason, he claims me for himself instead. He thinks I’m the perfect match for his desires and he is determined to keep me close, even if I fight him at every turn. Except, I’m no helpless pawn. I’m not innocent. I have tasted his dark side, and I want more. The don himself, the man they call the Volkov of Dvina River appeals to me in the most sinful of ways. His wickedness draws me in, and when he decides that he wants me, I’m helpless. I can’t resist him, even if it means giving myself to him. He may think he has power over me and can control me every step of the way, but I’m about to show him who the real boss is.

The hottest man I’ve ever seen is now my new boss— and I’m stuck in a house with him… Until one of us cracks. I’ve got debt—yeah, I know, so does everyone else on Planet Earth. But the bills I’m paying keep my dad and my grandma alive. So it’s pretty messed-up for Timofey Viktorov to use them as a threat to keep me under control. Not that he cares. As a billionaire CEO, he takes no prisoners in the boardroom. And as the don of the Viktorov Bratva, he takes no prisoners in real life, either. Which is why he has no qualms about extorting me into taking his deal. Live in my mansion… Care for my baby… Or suffer the consequences. But he’s not the only one with an agenda. Timofey has skeletons in his closet—and I’m determined to dig them out. He’s just as determined to keep me far away from the secrets of his past. The longer I’m in his house, the tenser things get. Every time we brush past each other in the hallway, something sparks. Every time we cross paths in the night, the ice grows thinner. Sooner or later, it’s going to crack.

Lucia Emilia Valtori. Misfortune always fell upon this poor princess. Forgotten and tossed aside by her own family, she was sold to the famous Red Witch. Little did the Valtori royals realize, they had tossed aside the true heir of the throne who has more power than an army of humans and she wants revenge. Valek Morozov. Always given everything until one day his father wanted him to learn what it meant to have nothing before taking his place as the head of the Bratva. Only now did he start developing his family nature while alone on the streets. The two encounter one another trying to keep their secrets and identity to themselves, but the pair learn they're more similar than they could imagine. Love. Revenge. Powers. This is their journey.

Soy Amira Ivanov, nacida en Samara, Rusia. Hija directa de Damian Ivanov, jefe de la mafia rusa. Me mudé a Londres con esperanzas de cambiar mi vida y dejar la Bratva atrás , pero lo que no sabía era que me encontraría con alguien peor que yo, que cambiaría mi vida, más no sé si para bien o para mal.

"The Legend of Viktor: Rise of the Solntsevskaya Bratva" is a story of ambition, power, and sacrifice. It follows the life of Viktor, a young man born into a family of gangsters who dreams of becoming a powerful criminal mastermind. Through a campaign of violence and intimidation, Viktor rises to become the leader of the notorious Solntsevskaya Bratva, one of the most feared criminal organizations in the world.

As máfias italiana e russa estão em guerra, e é brutal. Os dois mundos, são brutais e imparáveis. Mas então é tomada a decisão de fundir os dois mundos. Um casamento entre os dois lados. O diamante da temporada italiana, Fiorella Constantine e o monstro mais temido da Bratva, o homem comparado com o próprio diabo, Aleksander Petrov, contudo, uma notícia impede o casamento entre Aleksander e Fiorella. Uma nova jóia é colocada no lugar do diamante. Isabella Constantine, o patinho feio da máfia italiana, é forçada a ocupar o lugar de sua irmã mais nova, é colocada para o sacrifício igual a um cordeiro, ela foi entregada ao próprio diabo. Ela casou-se com diabo e vendeu sua alma para ele.

Lucia I'm thrown into a world of chaos when I hear that my family is part of the Italian mafia. No, scratch that - my family is the Italian mafia - and as tradition states, I'll be getting married to the bratva head. My world is in shambles when I see how cold and ruthless my husband is. Despite how handsome and attractive he is, I give myself one assignment; stay as far away from him as possible. But as neither my body nor my heart gets the message, I have to think of a way to conceal my emotions from him. Ivan My life's purpose has always been to take over from my father as the head of the bratva. That's practically what I was born for; to kill and destroy. But for that to happen, I must get married, which isn't a problem since an arranged marriage to the Italian mafia princess has long been formed for us. What becomes a problem is the strange feelings that begin to steer within me the moment I'm married to my wife. Now I have another purpose added to the list; kill, destroy and love.

Silent, deadly, and unfeeling. 28 year old Madden Queen has reached the top of Italian Mafia by being a cold blooded killer. But one more task lies between her and her crown. The Russian Bratva bastard. Ivan Aiden Valdamir. She has an assignment. She intends to kill. So what if he makes her heart beat faster. So what if his every look makes her want to bend over for him like his good little pet. He says he knows. He says he can't wait to break me. If only he knew you can't break what's already broken. I see it. She says she is innocent. She says she was taken against her will. But her eyes, I can see the deception. I am the King of Bratva. I kill, I maim, and I torture. I don't feel. Ever. So why is that each time I see her, all I can think about is breaking her and then putting her back together. I won't let the past or the present get between her and me. Even if it means that I could lose it all. She will be mine.

The room was completely white including the floor ,nothing was out of order . The clock beeped as it struck 12. The eerie and hypnotizing setting could make anyone go crazy ,but Catalina was not just anyone . For three days ,she was held tied to a chair with pin drop silence . The white door finally opened,the man entered slowly like a predator .His black suit contrasted the background . For a second,Catalina flinched because of the dark color . With one hand he squeezed her left breast,while the other roamed on her neck.He bent down to her level,looking directly into her eyes searching for something ..maybe fear or a lie . "Well,I grant you a wish . Ask me anything . I will give it .Even if it is letting you go right now." He spoke with his husky voice . Catalina continued to stare at his ice grey eyes and finally spoke ," I want you to not touch me sexually without my consent .." He backed off utterly surprised by her attitude .A smirk crept onto his lips . " Then it means ,you are ready for next level. Perfect ! " He untied her lifeless hands and grabbed her arm . " Let's see if you can pass this one ,my wild cat " He said dragging her out of the room. *** Catalina Brown ,22 and a rebel was crazy about joining the Russian Mafia's gang . He was known as "The Pakhan" . To the world ,he was a perfect businessman with no bad record. What happens when she finally gets to see him ? The mafia has other plans for her .He gives her tests and tests to check the loyalty with his heart bleeding for her love . His obsession for her grows with each passing day and she has no idea she is already his ,The pakhan's only beloved .. WSA 2022 Theme- Female leading Fantasy romance

They were meant to be separated, what do you expect when an Italian Princess and Russian Pakhan went and fell in love. Though it all started as innocent love that felt star crossed when they met for the first time but it was never meant to not happen. For Sanya, he was mad, obsessive, lustful and compulsive lover. For Micah, she was wild, innocent, pure but sensual desire wrapped as one gorgeous package, everything that he desired and crave until the day she killed him and ran away while pregnant. Though their destiny made them leave each other but can we truly seperate heat from fire. Though there love was dead but there obsession for each other was living breathing energy that was waiting to destroy everything that came on it's way.

A mafia war was coming. The Cosa Nostra(Italians) vs The Bratva(Russians) The odds were not in the favor of the latter. Mirabella Minsky the privileged daughter of the most hated Russian man must do everything to survive.The odds were not in her families favor so what happens when she’s thrust into a contract marriage with a Made Man who detests her guts with ever fiber of his being all for her family’s protection? Grey eyes regarded me with fury and a heated gaze I couldn’t explain.My fists clenched beside me as he got closer backing me to a wall. “Stay away from me”I gritted out,the wall cold against my back,he cocked his head that mischievous smirk appearing “Stay away?That’s not what you were saying last night”His thumb grazed my arm slowly trailing upwards “It was the alcohol”I stuttered,i hated the way my body heated up with his close proximity. His eyes darkened and in record speed he grabbed the back of my neck drawing me closer to him,my back arched under his other grip on my waist”So if I reached down,beneath this red dress of yours,you won’t be wet for me?” “No”Even my lie didn’t sound convincing to me “Waste my money all you want Mirabelle but one thing I won’t let you do is lie to me”His dark voice fanned my face the scent of whiskey and chocolate enveloping my senses. He wasn’t wrong and I hated myself for that,for being attracted to the enemy.