From Russia With Love Novels & Stories

Lorenzo sneered while rubbing his stubbly face. Valentina scoffed at him while turning her back. "I’d like to see you try." She taunted as she walked away. "See you at dinner, little sister. " Lorenzo said, nodding at me and finally noticing I was there. That night, we got on Valentina’s private jet, headed for Russia. Moscow, specifically a small place called Rublyovka, where the rich people live. Typical. I shut my eyes, stretching my legs out. All I could hear was Valentina talking softly as she scolded people on her phone from the small bedroom at the back of the plane.

He gulped down nervously and then quickly he grabbed iris's hands and pinned her with his gaze " Iris come with me. Please, come to Russia with me. I will give up on members if that is what you want. I will changed to a normal man like you have wanted. I will keep away from guns and worship you like no one will ever will. Iris please.. please give me a chance to prove that I'm a worthy man too " " Konstan.. " " No no iris please! YA lyublyu vas iris" He said in his beautiful Russian language meaning ' I love you Iris '. He was scared that iris would resist him. " Please give me a chance. If this is about the pregnancy, I promise to care for the child as my own. I would never let any harm bef

“You don’t have to choose. I’ve chosen for us.” The waves dribble up my thighs and race back. Sand comparts under my skin. I sigh, breathing peace. It’s been a long fucking time. “I want to go to Russia, but you won’t follow me,” I whisper. “If I beg, will you?” Camilla is buried in Russia. Aurora too. The two women I once loved. I haven’t visited for five years. I don’t feel at peace with their spirits. “I won’t,” Bunny says. “А может, сходим на свидание вдвоем?” I say in Russian. “вдвоём.”

Hated the strange warmth it created. Hated him. Most of all, she hated herself for noticing anything at all. "I got lost." "Inside my private study?" His eyes narrowed. For a moment they simply stared at each other. A challenge. A battle. Neither willing to blink first. The storm crashed against the windows. Lightning flashed. The room brightened. And suddenly Adrian moved. One step towards her. That's all. Yet the distance between them vanished instantly. Celine's pulse jumped. He was too close.

“No baby, I love it. “ I said while smiling. “Papa, you?,” She asked. “Yes baby, She will find her Prince at the end,” Daddy said in a tone like he has lost something precious to him. “Yes, enjoy the movie baby,” I said, and she nodded. “Before going to Russia, I will find your nipples first” He whispered, trying to remove my top. “You are going to Russia,” I whispered. “Yes baby, Business trip,” He said, still busy with himself. “It's not safe for you,” I said, and his hand stopped, and his eyes halted at me.

" Staring down at him, I thought about what he was saying. It was clear that I could either have John or Vladimir and my heart only belonged to one of them. "I've always wanted to see a red square. Is it nice this time of the year?" Shaking his head, Vladimir grinned up at me. "I fucking love you so much", He buried his hand in my hair and pulled me down until our lips connected. His kiss was so passionate and I knew it that I had chosen the right man. "Now can we get the hell out of here so I can get you alone? I have been dying without being able to make love to you"

Russia has never been friendly to the Valentino name. That is a diplomatic way of saying we have history here that is complicated and that the complications are not resolved and that walking into a Bratva compound looking for a specific antidote to a specific poison without a specific contact name is the kind of thing that could go several ways and not all of them good. I know all of that. I am here anyway. My phone buzzes. Elena. I answer immediately. "Tell me something useful," I say.

His hands explore my chest, muttering a bunch of things in Russian. “It’s so hot when you moan in Russia.” I tell him, He chuckles, face quickly contorting to one of pleasure, “I said I love being inside you.” It’s hot in English too. He watches me explode, I hide my face behind my hands, he pries them off. “I want to see your face while I fuck you.” And he does, while staring into my eyes, muttering praises to me in Russian, he pounds into me, and I come again.

YULIA “So,” Adeline said, narrowing her eyes at me. “How is Russia?” I smiled faintly. “It's going well.” Three weeks in Russia, and I was beginning to understand why people said distance could change a person. I’ve been better at carrying the love without letting it dictate what I did next. I stood on the balcony outside my bedroom, one shoulder resting against the stone railing as I held my phone up for the FaceTime call. I watched the men near the entrance exchange a few words while they patrolled around the place.

After making sure she was asleep, he took out a little box from under his pillow. There was a ring inside. Its design was simple yet elegant. The details, in particular, whispered Damian's devotion. He took a deep breath and gently slipped the ring through Bella's ring finger. He watched it glimmer against her skin, his gaze growing soft. He kissed her fingertip lightly, as if worried she might wake up. "I love you, Bella Valdez," he whispered. Bella's exhale deepened momentarily before evening out again. Her face remained serene—no flicker of eyelids, no change in expression.