From Russia With Love Novels & Stories

Vittoria's POV My heart pounded against my chest, my mind racing with so many thoughts and questions. My hand trembled as I scrolled through my call log. It wasn't the same number that called me before, but it was the same country code, +374. They probably just changed the number, I searched the code online to see that it was for Kazakhstan. “That is not possible,”I murmured to myself. The person is obviously here, in New York. You can't hide forever, Vittoria Russo.

She melts into me without hesitation, her arms slipping around my waist as she rests her head against my chest. I press my lips to the top of her head, breathing her in. “I love you,” I say softly, the words coming easily now. “You and her. You’re my whole world, Katya.” She doesn’t respond right away, just holds me tighter. Finally, she whispers, “I love you too, Ruslan.” And for the first time in a long time, the storm in my chest quiets. That night, after we’ve eaten dinner and the cabin is quiet again, I sit on the couch with Katya curled up beside me, her head resting on my shoulder. Milanya is asleep in her bassinet nearby, her tiny breaths the only sound in the room.

“What? Two Days, that's a lot. I will double your amount; 600 million dollars. Get it done and delivered tomorrow.” “Yes, sir," he answered on the phone. Don Vito had some business dealings with the Russians. A new venture I advised him to look into. We were always about the money. Not just the power and influence. We had to keep the money coming in. Now that the Portuguese had raided our docks downtown and overtook some part of the mafia territory, we needed to build our wall back and stronger. La Routage was one hell of a show. An incident to be avoided. We were blind to see that.

The more I stared at the picture, the more I wracked my brain trying to remember if Mary had ever told me about a sixties looking type of man as her love interest but I came up short. I turned the back in hopes of more information and found a date -a recent date- and two words in a foreign language. моя любовь Using my phone and g****e search text, I discovered the words were in Russian and they stood for something - ‘My Love.’ Now out of us three, I'd confidently say I'm the most likely to fall in love faster while Hilda and Mary were people I'd call stone hearted when it came to love. They believed in using men for their motives and were never sorry about it since they were pretty and soug

(Ashley makes her way out of the room singing) (The next day…) Ashley! (Kelly beckons her). I'm headed to work. You have your keys right? Sure, yeah. Alright, have a wonderful time at work, I love you! (Ashley hugs Kelly, watches as she makes her way into the elevator and whispers, bye love). Mr. Tom, good morning Kelly, I observed you and your friend came back home rather late yesterday. Yes, we did. We went out to celebrate my promotion at work and lost track of time. Wow! Congratulations Kelly, you have always been a nice kid, I'm very proud of you. Thank you, Mr. Tom. Sorry, Kelly, I was hoping I could discuss something with you. Oh my! Can it wait? I'm running late. Can we chat when I r

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

Nosa smiles to hear Gladis is no longer crying. "Show me that you really love me, baby." Gladis whispers suddenly in Nosa's left ear which makes her body's fine hairs cringe. Gladis kisses Nosa's lips, while her hands encapsulate Nosa's oval face. He stroked the face while giving a soft kiss repeatedly. Nosa reciprocated the kiss. Gladis gently pulverizes Nosa's lips, only to reply with a light kiss. Nosa retaliates with no less heat, unable to contain the passion generated by Gladis, Nosa tries to keep up with Gladis's increasingly hot game.

Selfish enough that I want to keep him for me . **** After 2 weeks ... Winter sat on the couch watching some movie at Russia . She was adamant to do everything which do not remind her of him . She was determined thinking that she could be her ownself . When there is no one for you , you have to be there for your ownself . Loving yourself first is more important than loving others . She tried and tried but nothing could give her the happiness and peace she felt with him . She has realized one thing . She was madly in love with him . May be she loved him more than he did to her .

A wide, glass mirror hung over the sink. I hadn't noticed Lissa standing beside me until she spoke. "This place is absolutely amazing, Rose!" She did a little twirl, her light red gown spinning around her legs. "I can't believe we're finally in Russia! We're going to meet Cesarevich Dimitri and go to his winter ball!" She grabbed my hands and we began dancing in a circle like little girls playing outside on a summer's day. I was so excited to be here—I didn't think I had ever been this happy.

Isabella came in crying, Ryan ran behind her crying. "What happened to you guys?" Athena crouched to their height as she dusted Isabella's dress. "Ryan pushed me into the mud, mommy." Isabella cried and I know Ryan couldn't take the sight of her crying. Trust me, this guy is in love with her and I could tell it. "I'm sorry, Belle. Don't cry." Ryan wiped tears from her eyes and hugged her. Now, I totally ship them. "They are so in love," Rosaline whispered beside me smiling carrying Hailey in her arms. I took Hailey from her as I kissed her cheeks and she giggled in my arms laughing cutely. Athena giggled looking at them, as they went to play with each other.