Novels by Nooriva

Vincenzo Dante Volkov:Some things never change. I was in my office, going through files and preparing for the next patient. The door opened, and a woman stepped in, followed by a man who looked like he didn’t want to be here.“Good afternoon,” I said, motioning for them to sit. “I’m Dr. Vincenzo. How can I help today?”“My name is Gloria,” the woman said, her voice shaky. “This is my husband, Daniel. We, uh, just came in for some tests.”I nodded, looking at their files. “Alright, I see the test results are in. Let’s go over them.”She sat up a little straighter, her hands folded tightly in her lap. “Is something wrong?”I took a deep breath, keeping my tone calm. “Gloria, one of the tests shows you have an infection—it's a sexually transmitted infection.”Her face went blank for a second, like she didn’t quite understand what I said. “What? No… that can’t be right.”The man, Daniel, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Gloria looked at him, her voice growing a little more anxious. “Da

Victoria Bella Volkov:"Hello, Miss Volkov," Clara mumbled, setting something on the table. She gave a curt nod to Vincenzo before leaving without another word."Well, that was... brisk," Vincenzo said, raising an eyebrow as he opened the container. "Did you bring me food because you wanted an excuse to check on me?"I smirked. "In your dreams! I just thought you might appreciate a meal." I wandered around his office, glancing at a few things. "It smells just like you—warm and inviting." I stopped and turned to him. "Anyway, I'm heading home now. I love you.""Oh, baby, I love you too," he said, pulling me in for a soft kiss.I left the hospital with a smile. Let me tell you, at least two nurses couldn’t stop staring at me.I was sure they thought Vincenzo was single. How dare he look so handsome? A flicker of annoyance bubbled up inside me, though I guess I was just being paranoid.Once in the car, I sighed, wishing he could stop working altogether. I wanted him to myself—only to mys

Victoria Bella Volkov:"I think this little boy wants to come out so fast!" I muttered, rubbing my baby bump. I was in just my underwear, lying on Tiger's lap."Yeah, I can't wait to kiss them," Vincenzo replied, scrolling through his phone. He wasn’t paying much attention to me."Hey, are you looking at or texting a girl? Why are you acting so busy?" I said, pinching his leg."I am busy, and I'm not texting any girls. Why would I text a girl when you're here?" he asked, kissing my head. "Alright... I'm just trying to get some vital information from the President's daughter, Clara.""I knew it!" I half-yelled, sitting up. "I knew that girl was going to be a hard time for me and you...""Easy, easy, cupcakes." He put down his phone. "I'm just trying to set things right. I have nothing to do with that blonde girl.""You sure...?""I’m as sure as my name!"Vincenzo left a few minutes later to take his night bath, while I stayed on the balcony, watching the stars. That seems to be my favo

Vincenzo Dante VolkovThe room was dimly lit, the air thick with smoke and the unshakable scent of betrayal. Power-hungry men sat around the table, their shadows stretching across the walls like predators circling prey."Are you accusing me of ordering the destruction of your properties and goods?" the President asked, his voice steady but his gaze sharp. I exhaled slowly, meeting his eyes with an unreadable expression."If you claim to have left the world of power, shouldn’t the loss of illegal weapons mean nothing to you?" he added, leaning back in his chair, his tone laced with challenge."Ah," I murmured, tilting my head slightly. "I see where this is going. But tread carefully… Don’t forget, I’m the reason—""You’re not the reason, Mr. Volkov," he snapped, cutting me off. "The reason I’m the President isn’t because of you or the power your family handed me. No, it’s because I chose this. I had the zeal, the drive, to become who I am!"I let a small, cold smile creep across my fac

Victoria Bella Volkov“How did it go?” I asked, pouring him a glass of champagne.“Good,” he replied, his short answer laced with heavy anger.“Someone’s mad... What happened?”“Babe, I don’t want to stress you. Well, it’s just… A child died in my hands. Not that it’s the first. I mean, I’ve killed people, but…” He sighed, taking a sip of the drink.“Hmm. Guilt, huh? What about the President’s doll? Was she good?”“Mmm, I don’t know. We can say fair. I had a meeting with the father—not a meeting. I gave him a warning. He can’t bring me back to that…”“Hey, listen. Mafia or not, you’re still you! An amazing killer man. So cheer up. And someone dying on you? It’s still part of the job!”“Yeah… I forgot,” he chuckled slightly and leaned on my big belly bump. “I can’t wait for our babies. They’re going to be amazing…”“I know. Just like us!”He placed his hand gently over my belly, a soft smile breaking through his otherwise hardened expression. His touch was warm, grounding me in the mom

Vincenzo Dante Volkov:“Hello,” a soft knock sounded on the office door before it opened. The President’s daughter, Clara, stepped in, flashing a practiced smile.“Vincenzo,” she greeted, her tone overly familiar.I didn’t look up immediately, finishing my note before setting my pen down. “You’re late, Clara. That was not the agreement I had with your father.”Her smile faltered.I picked up the intern files from my desk and handed them to her. “Choosing you over other, more deserving candidates because of your father’s influence is already something I wasn’t comfortable with. Don’t give me a reason to regret it.”Straightening my suit, I walked toward the door. As I passed her, I paused and said, “Rule number one: when I move, you move. No exceptions. Get to work.”She blinked, opening her mouth to speak, but I didn’t let her.“Rule number two,” I continued, “as an intern, you’re here to learn, not to coast on your last name. You’ll observe and assist with patient documentation, foll

Rosa Sinclair;I am not used to events like this, never actually been to a place like this, I've spent the last 25 years of my life working, and working to support my mother. If I had my way, I wouldn't be here, where the rich flaunt their frivolous lifestyle, taking champagne in expensive dresses and suits. They don't have a mother battling for her life out there, nor do they have a father who lavish all his money on gambling and what not. If they did, I bet they would never be here in the first place.Federico's threats are the reasons I am here, heck! The whole place looks beautiful and extraordinary, the decor makes my eye teary on how perfect a place like this is. I was rudely brought back to reality when I heard Mrs Maria Caruso direct a question to me. “You look dazzling in that dress, hope you are enjoying the party?”I looked back at her, she was expecting a reply. “I am ma'am,it is indeed a beautiful party.” I finally spoke up.Come on mother, don't try to butter her up.

Frederico Grey Di GrazieAlessandro sent an invitation to his party days before he got initiated. He must think he can buy his way through this... Bastard!I had no reason to be there, but the godfather said to keep an eye on the son of a bitch, which is exactly what I intend to do.Here we are, at the senator's estate. When I say "we," it automatically means Rose and I.A smile graced my lips as I recalled her tantrum the other day. If she thinks I’ve ruined her, she has no idea what I have in store for her. She’ll wish she never met me ten years ago or crossed my path. I’ll make her life a nightmare. Her path to damnation is only just beginning.As expected, she refused to accompany me to the senator's party. After a few threats from me, she was more obedient than a lamb—as she should be.The ride in the limo was quieter than a graveyard. Someone holds a grudge, huh? I let her sulk and focused on getting some work done on my phone.The moment the limo's engine stopped, I glanced out

Veronica Mae Vittorio:The poor ones criticize what they can’t get. My mother always told me it’s better to have one rich friend than a thousand poor ones. She was right, of course. That’s why I’ve never wasted my time on people who can’t afford to matter.I smirked as I lounged on the plush couch in the designer mall, my fingers idly tracing the sleek fabric of my bag. "What did you say?" I asked, voice smooth but dripping with disdain.“Nothing, Miss. I'm sorry…” The sales assistant’s head lowered, her voice shaky as she nervously fidgeted with the hem of her uniform.“Urgh. Apologies irritate me.” I rolled my eyes, clicking my tongue. “You just said I can't have that dress because someone else bought it? Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is?” I asked, checking my nails, already bored with the conversation.I grabbed my iced coffee, sloshing it carelessly as I poured it all over her face."Ah!" she gasped, wiping the cold liquid off her face with shaky hands.I didn’t

Rose Alexandria Sinclair:“You had no reason for what you did earlier,” I snapped, my voice sharp.Frederico’s response was immediate. Without a word, he grabbed his glass of wine and threw it in my face.“Fuck yeah, I do,” he growled. “I owe you. I can do anything I want.” He pulled out his handkerchief, dabbing it gently against my face to wipe away the wine.“Did that hurt, Rose?” He asked, his tone now strangely soft as he lifted my chin, his eyes searching mine.“Stop. Please.” My voice trembled, barely more than a whisper.“Stop? Stop what?” He leaned in, the amusement in his eyes a cruel contrast to the concern he feigned.“Stop tormenting me, Red. Stop making me feel like this!” I shouted, my frustration boiling over. “It’s exhausting… it’s annoying!”A dark smirk twisted across his lips as he sank into the couch, clearly enjoying the scene he’d created.“Yeah? Well, I don’t actually care. Dance for me, slutty Rose. Show me what you’ve got,” he ordered, his voice thick with ma

Rose Alexandria Sinclair;“Is it true, Jessica? Did you really hit her?” Ma’am Sarah’s voice thundered through the room, sharp and commanding. Jessica immediately burst into her infamous crocodile tears, sniffling dramatically.“It was an accident… Rose has been mean to me and my friends,” Jessica stammered, clutching my hands as if we were the best of friends. “Rose... I’m sorry!”I yanked my hands away, my expression one of pure disbelief.“What? Are you serious right now?” I snapped. “You hit me, slapped me, and your little squad treats me like dirt! And now you want to play the victim?”Before I could say another word, Ma’am Sarah’s stick landed sharply on the back of my head.“Enough!” she barked, her face stormy. “In all my thirty years working here, I never thought I’d see this level of foolishness!”Jessica immediately dropped to her knees, tears pouring like a waterfall. “I’m so sorry, Ma’am Sarah! Please, forgive me!”I ruffled my hair, my frustration boiling over. “This is

Rose Alexandria Sinclair; "Look, I don't care what you're saying—back off!" I snapped at Jessica, my voice cutting through the tension like a whip. Her glare deepened, and for a moment, it felt like her words slapped me across the face."How dare you?" she hissed, stepping closer. "Who the hell do you think you are? Seducing the boss, huh? I saw you!"A smirk tugged at my lips, sharp and mocking. "Why? Feeling insecure? Haven’t you had enough of his cock? Maybe it’s time someone better takes over."Her face twisted with rage as she lunged for my hair, but I was faster. I slapped her hand away with enough force to make her stumble."Enough!" I snarled, my voice low and venomous. "Try that again, and I swear, I'll ruin you. Bitch."I spat on the ground and stormed off, leaving the backyard without sparing her another glance. Behind me, I heard her screaming, stomping her feet like a tantrum-throwing child.Pathetic. I had bigger problems to deal with than some jealous wannabe.Frustrat