Russian Dark Romance

I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and I witnessed a crime. The police are failing to protect me. And my chance of survival isn't looking good. Andrusha, is the cold and dangerous leader of the Vancouver Russian mafia, he's also my best chance to make it to trial alive. The only thing...

Some girls get diamonds. I got an arranged marriage to the Russian mafia’s grumpiest billionaire. My parents call it an alliance. Translation: I’m being traded to settle a debt. I knew him from when we were young, but he’s changed. Not just by getting way taller and filling out in all the right places. But now his innocent teasing has turned to intense eye contact and filthy promises. But it’s all fake. Fake marriage, fake kisses, and fake feelings. He was definitely not supposed to knock me up before the ink on our marriage contract dried. And I wasn’t supposed to get pregnant ...

I texted the wrong number. He texted back. Now the Bratva owns me. It was supposed to be a rant to the date who stood me up. Instead, I got Sergei Volkov. Cold. Ruthless. Powerful. The kind of man you don’t say no to. He took me to dinner. Then took me apart in bed. No names. No strings. Just the best night of my life. I never expected to see him again... Until he walked into my ER— While I was already five weeks pregnant. Now he wants me under his roof, caring for his ailing mother. I need the money. But how do I hide his baby... When he watches me like he already owns me? Because ...

He storms into my student apartment and lifts me from my bed. He claims me as payment for my family’s debts. He’s fifteen years older than me, and a merciless Bratva guy. He forces me into marriage, and now I’m his little Bratva bride. I thought I’d finally escaped the clutches of neglect and moved to the city for college. I didn’t know it would deliver me to the clutches of the Bratva instead. He binds and restrains me, forcing me to sign the marriage papers. He catches my wrists and holds me in place before I can escape. He makes me live in his mansion, and I have no choice but ...

A young woman desperate to save her mother turns to her last resort: a ruthless mob boss in search of an heir. What starts as a business arrangement explodes into passion that neither expected. But can Camille survive in Erik's dangerous world?

He intercepted my death sentence. Now I'm not sure if I'm his prisoner—or his obsession. Alexei Ivanov is the Bratva's strategist. Cold-eyed. Calculating. The reason I'm still breathing. I dug too deep into a story I shouldn't have touched. Someone ordered my death. He stopped it. Now I'm trapped in his penthouse while he decides what to do with me. He says I'm leverage. An asset. A problem to manage. But the way he watches me doesn't feel like strategy. It feels like hunger. The door isn't locked. He reminds me of that constantly. But every time I try to leave, I find myself walking ...

He wins me at a knife throwing contest. Now I’m his forced bride. I’m tied to the wall, used as an unwilling, innocent target for knife throwers. My arm is already bleeding when a much older Bratva guy takes his turn. When he wins, he pays my family money so that he can take me with him and make me his wife. I’ve always had big dreams, the biggest one to break free from my family who exploit me for labor. But now an untamed Bratva player has me tied to him. He’s a monster who carves a knife as slowly as a vulture circling its dying meal. And when he sees me, his protective instincts...

I buy her as my forced bride, because she belongs to ME alone. I’m a Bratva monster, and her family owes me big time. A decade younger than me, she becomes my innocent, vulnerable payment. I make her my bride, and I’m instantly obsessed with her. And when she’s pregnant with my heir, I know she’s mine forever. She’s an innocent student, until she’s offered as my payment. I dislike the crude approach, but I’m an obsessed man. She’s used to being told she’s useless, but I will expose her strength. I will show her what it means to be protected by a Bratva guy like me. I will ...

He’s much too old for me…but he’s obsessed with me and forces me into marriage… I’m the innocent one, the good girl who didn’t know about the Bratva. Until he marches into my life and decides I’m his. And the next thing I know, I’m locked in his mansion and forced to be his Bratva bride. I spent my youth bouncing around foster care homes. I’ve never been anyone’s choice. But when he sees me, his eyes get dark and a slow smile curls his lips. He takes my phone and puts in my job resignation for me. And when someone else comes too close, he’s wracked with jealousy and ...

I take her off the street. Then I marry her. Because she’s MINE. I arranged to marry her for an alliance. But she disappeared. I’m the Pakhan and much older than her. I always get what I want. So I hunt her down. She says she’s innocent, that I have the wrong person. That she’s not my arranged bride. But she doesn’t realize that as soon as I laid eyes on her, she’s the only one I want. I don’t do feelings. My heart is made of ice. But when she trembles, I take her into my cold arms. I will torture anyone who hurts her. I will kill anyone who puts her in danger. She’s mine to...

He gave her a choice. Obey him—or lose everything. After her mother’s death, Christelle DeMelo’s life shattered. Dropping out of school to care for her infant brother, desperation forced her into the home of Alexei Petrov—a man the world sees as a ruthless businessman, but Christelle knows better. Beneath the sharp suits and cold stares hides the monster who now holds their survival in his hands. Alexei intended to break her slowly. To possess her completely. But the moment she appeared at his door bruised and trembling, his patience snapped. He offered her a deal she couldn’t ...

I stalk her relentlessly and marry her, because she belongs to ME alone. I’m the Bratva Pakhan, and I’m consumed by rage at her family. Fifteen years younger than me, she becomes my sweet, innocent target. I stalk her obsessively and kidnap her when she’s most vulnerable. And then I marry her and knock her up with my Bratva heir. I would have preferred a more elegant approach over a simple abduction. But I always knew this moment was inevitable. She may not know it, but our story began a while ago. She simply needs to realize that I’m perfect for her. She simply needs to realize ...

He’s been watching me for months. And when his chance comes…he forces me into marriage. I’ve been trying so hard to prove myself to my Irish mafia dad, but it all falls apart. When my mission collapses, a much older Bratva guy shows up to save me. But he’s no hero. He’s a cold, callous Russian who uses this opportunity to make me his Brava bride… He calls me his Irish Princess, but it’s not meant to be romantic. He’s been observing me, watching me from the shadows like a stalker. When he finally has me at his mercy, he handcuffs me and subjects me to a medical exam. And when...

Five years ago, Adrian Chen buried his brother. Now he's infiltrated the Russian Bratva to kill the man responsible. Nikolai Sokolov is everything Adrian expected—dangerous, ruthless, commanding. He's also everything Adrian didn't expect—intelligent, magnetic, and impossibly beautiful. As Adrian works beside the enforcer he's meant to destroy, every lie cuts deeper than the last. Every stolen glance, every accidental touch, every moment of forced proximity breaks down the walls around his hollowed-out heart. In the violent world of the Bratva, trust is a luxury and love is a death ...

I hunt her down and marry her, because she belongs to no one but ME. We used to be lovers despite our age gap, but our warring Bratva families forbade it. Now we are enemies, and I need to punish her for what she did. So I stalk her and wait for the right moment, then bring her straight to the altar. I will kill for her and protect her. Because she’s mine alone. My heart is made of stone. No one will ever break it, I made sure of that. Not after she walked into my life years ago and made it crack. She says she wants mercy, but I know what my girl really wants this time. This time, I will ...

The Bratva king took one look at my innocent, voluptuous curves. Now, he wants to knock me up. I tried to forget about my problems by going out and letting off some steam. That’s when my best friend’s Bratva dad takes my virginity. That’s when he decides he’ll force me into marriage and impregnate me with his baby. He says he can take care of all my problems if I become his wife and give him an heir. I’m shocked and run away. But the Bratva don’t care whether you come willingly or not. He throws me over his shoulder and tosses me in the backseat of his car. He lays down his ...

He's not a man who asks. He's a man who takes. My father is the mayor of Las Vegas, but Mikhail Dmitriyev didn't care. Not when he led me through a posh resort blindfolded before ravaging me in his opulent suite, or when he hunted me down and broke into my apartment so he could strip me naked and spank my bare ass until he was sure I knew better than to keep secrets from him ever again. But as I'm shoved up against the wall, his hands roaming over my body as if he owns it already, I'm not just worried about what this ruthless Russian mafia boss is going to do to me.

I force her into an arranged marriage, because she belong to ME. I’m a Bratva predator, the heir to a powerful dynasty and much older than her. She once gave her plus-size body to me, raw and unguarded, but it was forbidden. Now, I’m back to claim her and have my revenge. Now, I’m back to take her as my arranged Bratva bride. She once thought she could escape this cruel world, to have an ordinary life. She once trapped herself in my strong, protective arms. I haven’t forgotten the sweetness of her curvy body when she gave it to me. I haven’t forgotten the way her heart broke when ...

I was forced to marry the Bratva to settle my family’s debts. A much older Russian burst into my student apartment and lay down the law. I am the payment that he’s owed, whether I come willingly or not. I am the plus-size virgin he wants to claim, whether I like it or not. I thought I’d escaped a lifetime of abuse by going off to med school. But then the Bratva came to take me for their own purposes. His impeccable suit hides the raw ruthlessness he’s capable of. His ice cold eyes betray the venom he’ll poison me with. He locks me in his room and commands me to shower. My ...

I’m sold off as a bride to a cruel Bratva monster. I never thought Daddy would sell me. But he did. My new husband is a decade my senior and known for his ruthlessness. I try to fight it…but he now owns my body and knocks me up. Escaping him didn’t work. Instead, I’m dragged to the venue where the priest joins us. I hate being trapped in a union with someone as cruel as him. Someone who can break me with his bare hands. Someone who makes my body go soft without me wanting it. He says that if I think he’s cruel, he’ll be exactly what I want him to be. He lists a set of rules for ...