Novel & Cerita My Dear In Russian

Dmitri was on the phone, speaking in Russian, his voice clipped and angry. He finished the call and slammed the phone down, his eyes landing on me, and I felt my breath hitch. He licked his lips, his gaze predatory, and said something in Russian, his voice laced with menace. "Ty budesh' ochen' poleznay mne, Lena. Deystvitel'no ochen' poleznay, i ya naslazhus' etim." Then he left, slamming the door behind him. "You're going to be very useful to me, Lena. Very useful indeed and I'll enjoy this one."

His palms were so large they could completely cover my face. His thumb caressed my cheeks, it was so electrifying and soothing. "Of course, Mishka, anything for my Little firecracker." He chimed, my eyes went wide, Mishka meant bear in Russian and was an endearing word to use among lovers.

MIRON “Ty tak zhe prekrasna, kak i ona!” I said, in Russian, which meant whispering praise for Irina’s beauty when she showed a surprised expression. “English, please!” she pleaded. Her tone was low, demanding an explanation for my words. It was my turn to move my gaze, tracing the faint outline of her body through the murky water. Irina covered her chest, ensuring the water covered half of her body. She hadn’t permitted me, but why did she obey my command?

She admired placing both palms on her chest. Vladimir placed the package on the table before ambling to me. "Vladimir," I called embracing him when he stood in front of me. "Margaret, I think that is enough before your husband takes this as a chance to fight with me," he whispered jokingly to me and I laughed pulling away from him. "Hi uncle," Adonis smiled looking at Vladimir who squatted in front of me. "Как дела? (Kak dela?)" Vladimir asked in Russian.

“What if this is it? What if you don’t come back? I love you too much to lose you now.” His eyes darkened with pain. He leaned his forehead against mine, breathing me in. “Malysh,” he whispered, switching to Russian. “Ты — моё сердце, моя кровь, моя единственная слабость и моя самая большая сила. Я люблю тебя так сильно. Ты — единственный, ради кого я дышу. Если я потеряю тебя, я потеряю себя. Я вернусь к тебе. Клянусь своей жизнь.”

(Hello Love) she speaks to him in the russian language, pulling away her helmet, and the mask covering her face. "увидеть лицо того, кто тебя любит, перед смертью – большое достижение. или что вы думаете?" (seeing the face of the one who loves you, before you die is a great achievement. Or what do you think?) I didn't understand what she was saying, but I could see the look of shock and surprise on his face, guess he knows her personally but didn't know who she actually is. "Detka" (Babe) I heard him groan out from her earpiece.

Enrique says arrogantly, with a small smirk. “What did you just call her?” Dad asks as the Russian prince sits down, amusement clear on his face as Sky hugs her mate. “Mi Amor. Do you want me to say it louder?” “Are you mocking me?” Dad asks icily, turning his irritated glare to the Russians. “Mind taking the front table?” “No thanks, I am enjoying the show,” Mikhail says as he picks up the bottle of untouched wine in the centre of the table. “Alejandro…” Mama murmurs softly.

(Careful, i will make me believe that you are a sadist. She gave him pointed look. "Я не собираюсь мучить ее, как ты думаешь. она важна"... (I am not going to torture her like you are thinking. She is important.) I wish I could understand Russian. "Конечно, она важна. Не все покупают таких женщин, как ты." (Of course she is important. Not everyone purchase their women like you.)

"Soineedyouanddadtopleasedontfreakoutbutbehappyformeandcometogiveusyourmarriageblessing." "Okay." What? "Okay? Is that it? Just okay? Did you hear what I just said mum?" "Frankly speaking, I don't understand Russia but I got few English words like hybrids, coronated, marked and fortnight." Okay, something is definitely wrong somewhere. "And you're not freaking out? Mum are you sure you heard me well?" "Am I supposed to be freaking out?"

I made myself comfortable in bed by scooting against the headboard and smiled openly at my friend. “Privet, detka.” Vasha waved enthusiastically and slid into her office chair leisurely. I say hi and she says hello baby in Russian. Why does she do that? It drives me crazy. Here in America, we don’t really throw that term around loosely but then again Vasha doesn’t seem like she does either.