From Russia With Love Novels & Stories

But when Ricochet began saying his vows, I felt every single word straight in my chest. “I will never let you go again, Diana,” he uttered like a promise. “Not in any universe. Not in any lifetime. You will always be my choice.” His thumb brushed slowly against my ring finger. “I will love you until my last breath. Until death do us part. Until we’re reborn. You will always be the one holding my heart.” My vision blurred with tears as I stared at our joined hands wearing the real symbol of our love. “I do” were just two words, yet somehow powerful enough to change my entire life.

I had suddenly forgotten for a while how crazy this mother fucker is. “Calm down pup. I never said it will be just once. You should be glad I’m giving you a chance to save your relationship.” He brought out something like a paper from the bed side drawer and tossed it at me. “Here. I think you should see this before making up your mind.” He gestured at me to collect it. Which I hesitated to do. It was a Red invitation card designed with roses and vines. It was only a split second before my eyes widened. I blinked rapidly trying to remove what I saw from my eyes.

It was deep, gentle and romantic. Olivia could no longer resist it. She realised her soul and body wanted it. This is the moment she never wished could come to an end. She moaned in deep pleasure over and over again. They made love, and it was the best they've had since they got married. In that moment, Olivia realised something terrifying. She didn’t hate him, and she never had. As she lay on his chest after the passionate sex, the silence between them spoke volumes more than the years of words they’d never said.

Vida Vida’s Apartment, New York City She had flung a pillow at Tessa’s words; the word love had triggered her to a breaking point. Tessa managed to dodge it while looking smugly at her. “Yes, Vida Vance and Colter the Hobo, kissing in a tree! F-U-C-K-I-N…” Tessa began singing with a grin while Vida just growled in annoyance and tried to stop her from completing the song. “Come on, Sads!” Tessa teased her this time, “You surely couldn’t deny it!”

"Lover's dispute?The lyrical speech washed over them both like silken liquid. A vampire had emerged from the darkness. He wore knee-breeches, a dark blue habit à la française with shining gold frog-and-button fastenings, and a flaring skirt, all in period-appropriate attire. The exquisite coat's neck and cuffs were adorned with lavish lace falls. He didn't have a powdered wig on, but his long, smooth golden hair was gathered in a velvet queue around his nape. His ethereal features and brilliant blue eyes would have blended in just as well if they had been painted on the cathedral ceiling of some Florentine church. Julian made a powerful bow. "My darling, this is Raphael, our evening's host.

Present David POV. I had reached Russia at night, like every time. The weather in Russia is on my nerves, cold enough to want me to fuck someone and get heat from a warm pussy, but the only problem was I couldn't do that because I am here Ivan Petrov, A Russian ruthless mafia. Greece was my heaven place. The weather was also good to enjoy life. I missed my place.

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he said, “but I refuse to allow those perky boobs of yours to stretch out my expensive designer tees. Marc’s shirt will give those babies plenty of space to breathe.” I giggled my thanks and put the clothes on while Roger made us a pot of coffee. I scolded him about invading Luis’ kitchen in such a way, but he simply waved his hand in dismissal and handed me a steaming cup of delicious gourmet coffee. “I invited your lover to join us, but he declined. He’s a bit bashful, isn’t he?” Roger said. “Let’s just say that he’s not much of an exhibitionist,” I offered.

The smashing of the glass was accompanied by an angry animal screech. “That was my favorite vase. I bought it from France,” Prince Klaus stated nonchalantly before closing the file he was reading a minute ago. He looks at his wife and shakes his head in sort of amusement. “Tell me beautiful who has offended you. I shall chop of their hands if it may please you.”