America X Russia Novels & Stories

“Yeah but that″ she pointed over to him. “Is a fucking beautiful specimen of a man he has to be an exception no?” “No no exceptions.” “You’re crazy like seriously crazy. When was the last time you even had sex?” Her hand was on her hip now another grasped around a bottle. “Ages ago, but that’s irrelevant.” “No it isn’t!” She nearly shouted. “Give him your number, let him fuck you silly and go on your merry way. Where is he from? He don’t look like many of the others.” “Russia.” “Oh shit his Russian?! Seriously Harper, nothing ventured, nothing gained.”

On March fifteenth, 2042, the United States declared war on Russia once more. As the era of peace drew to a close, combat robotics quickly became a global commodity. Nobody had ever seen anything as advanced as the walking machine in Washington, and every country wanted one. Trial after trial was unsuccessful. Despite having access to its broken remains, even the Americans were unable to recreate the walking machine. For a period of time there was an unsteady peace-the calm before the storm. Enter Axion Industries. Full of bright smiles and declarations of patriotism, Axion announced allegiance to the American cause. The company partnered with the U.S Army, becoming a massive joint enterpris

The only thing I have counting in my favor is that she’ll have to catch a connecting flight, whereas the private jet will fly directly to the States. I double-check to make sure I’m not wrong, and when I see that there are no direct commercial flights between Russia and the USA, I let out a sigh of relief. I’ll get there before her. That’s if she’s even going to New York. I let out an angry sigh. I need to notify the other heads of the Bravta of what happened. Dialing a number, I listen as the call connects. “Hey, what’s up?” Sasha mutters.

They didn't want to do anything pointless to destroy each other. Alejandro International is the ruler of the economy in the United States, while Europe WGNR is the ruler in Europe. "So what?" Rafael threw his cell phone towards the sofa and then walked closer to Cheryl while looking at her seriously. Cheryl took a step back, intimidated by Rafael's gaze.

Austin also seats back down. "It’s fine, Mr. Federico; you don’t have to apologise." "Thank you for understanding, dear," Mr Federico says with a soft smile. "You are welcome," I say, sending back the same smile. We all go back to eating in silence, but I catch Ethan and Austin glaring at each other once in a while. I would have never guessed tonight turning out like this, but at least no one got punched in the face. Ethan and I spend the rest of the evening with his dad before leaving later at night.

He shakes each of the orders, starting from the end of the queue and back to me. "Thank you for coming to the estate," I say, gripping his hand in a firm handshake. "The pleasure is all mine. You have a beautiful home. " "Thank you, Mr. President." He goes inside, flanked by his security detail. The next limo contains the President of Russia. We were pleasant to each other as best as we could. The tension between the two entourages was visible. I try to keep a small smile plastered on my face. Our relations with them are strained and less friendly ever since they informed France that we had decided to attack China and start World War III. That was a low blow from Russia. We had no such plans

“Soon but first I have to go to America first. A friend of mine has found a business partner who’s going to help us buy the company.” “Should I meet you in Russia then?” “Nonsense. Here’s an idea. Let’s go to America together.”

Russia The silence was thick in the air, chocking the throats of men like a poisonous serpent. The entire room was dark except for a bulb hanging from the ceiling at the centre of a round table. Don Volkov dragged his cigar and released the puff of smoke in the air. His eyes were distant, lost in thoughts. A gun rested in his palm. Bloody spots decorated his coat and right side of the face. Ricardo was sitting at his left, looking unfazed of what happened a few seconds ago. He rubbed his eyebrow in irritation. Just because of Don's presence he was here, otherwise, the man has no interest in registering this show of power and cleaning the mess. His eyes jumped on Roosevelt. Chief of team alph

CRYSTAL After catching my breath, I stared up at Brooks. The look in his eyes was something I'd never seen before. I don't even know how to describe it. His eyes were lighter than normal. I asked him why he didn't f*ck me. He said, "Crystal, I don't want you to think that s*x is the only way you can feel good. I want you to see and feel more intimacy and passion. You deserve that. You don't deserve to just be f*cked."

How dare he belittle my country right in front of me. "What do you know about America..you..you Russian?" I shot back. He lifted his one shoulder in a shrug. I squinted. "Where do you want to go first?" I demanded through my clenched teeth.