My Dear In Russian Novels & Stories

“Are you drunk?” I burped. “I think so.” She laughed harder. “I love you.” “I love you too.” “No.” I grinned at my own reflection. “I love you more.” “You're definitely drunk.” “I only had one drink.” “You're a lightweight.” “I am not.” “You absolutely are.” I leaned against the sink. “I miss you.” “Tell me where you are” she said. I smirked “w-what, are you going to come get me?” She sighed “exactly, so tell me…. Where are you?”

I, Carmella, take thee, Jonathan, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health. I bit into my lower lip when it quivered as I felt cornered and chills ran down my spine when I repeated the words. I paused when it became too difficult, my eyes blurred with tears, my stomach flipped and I saw how his lips flattened when he realised with which part I was having difficulty. “….I zdorov’yu, lyubit’ I leleyat’, poka smert’ razluchit nas.” I finished, swallowing thickly. To love and to cherish, till death do us part.

He showed his badly crooked teeth, baring a victorious grin at Natalia. “Say your nightly prayers, girly. There is no escape.” – Jordane snapped her eyes open; her heart was beating frantically inside her chest. It took her a moment before her vision adjusted to the dark. ‘It was that horrible man,’ Jordane thought bitterly, catching a foul taste in her mouth. ‘Again.’ A soft tap on the door disrupted Jordane’s trail of thought. She groaned, throwing the covers over her head. Purposely muffling her voice, she called out to the person outside her dim room, “Come in!”

His bad mood was worse than ever, and I was sure it had something to do with the call he received yesterday. I got up, annoyed, took a quick shower, and dressed in jeans, a blouse, and a jacket. My eyes were still almost closed from sleep as I washed my face and heard a knock on the door. Who could it be? "Senhora, buongiorno." "Good morning, Clara," I smiled. "But you don't need to call me 'senhora'; you can just call me Emma." "The senhora is the Don's wife; we must treat her with respect. Anyway, I brought breakfast at Mr. DeLuca's request."

His hips trembled against mine, his release punctuated by a heartfelt groan. We remained intertwined in this manner, my back against his front. My leg draped over his, his essence still pulsating within me. I let my eyes flutter closed as Artemy bestowed tender, wet kisses along my neck. "Thank you for loving me, Rebecca Loskutov." Rebecca Loskutov. The words held a profound beauty. "And thank you for loving me, Artemy Loskutov." Rebecca and Artemy Loskutov. Such unparalleled beauty.

"I'm here for a business talk, I would say —running into an old highschool friend is equally out of the picture." "I supposed you are the Mr. Vizio I'm expected to meet with then?" She said and he nodded positively in affirmation. "Oh, wow! This is surprising though." "Not as surprised as I am, Cee." He uttered with an almost invincible smile. "It's good to see you again after so many years but I would say this is an awkward way to reunite with some old friend." "I did not agree with you, Mr. Vizio..." He cut her off abruptly, a displeased look settled on his face. "It's Damien, Cee. Just Damien!" He corrected. "It sound awkward hearing you add honorific to my name —I would accept such addre

His lips curved into a grin, but the sharp edge to it made my breath catch. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. He laughed, shaking his head. “Christ, you’re cute.” I glared at him, but it only made him laugh harder. “Say something,” I said finally, my voice quieter than I wanted. “Say something in Russian. I want to hear it.” His gaze locked on mine, and for a moment, he didn’t move. Then his lips parted, the words flowing between us. “Ya dumayu, ty mne ochen’ nravish’sya, Claude.”

“Who are you? / Kto ty? 2. “Dominic, what are you doing here? / Chto ty zdes' delayesh'? 3. “She is a friend, she does not speak Russian / Ona drug, por russki ne govorit. 4. “Good morning, Luna /Dobroye utro luna 5. “They all have to go in and kill him, damn it! / Oni vse dolzhny voyti i, blyat', ubit' yego!

"Good evening, Colonel." "Sweet dreams," said Oskar, who then left on his big motorbike. I was tired. I decided to go straight to bed as soon as I found a mattress. However, my hand found a book behind the pillow that said 'DUNA DIARY'.