My Dear In Russian Novels & Stories

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.

His hand kept moving against his cock, every nerve in his body aching to fill her up. Kira swallowed now, nodding her head before speaking. “Oh, Daddies… yes... I am desperate and need…..” “Needy of what?” Damian asked, grabbing his phone from the nearest table. Kira’s lips parted, then closed. “Nee… needy of your cocks.” she said, feeling ashamed. But wasn't she already a slut? Desiring her brother’s best friends. Dripping, aching, and burning for them….. Wasn't that shameful enough?

“Do you have a better idea?” “No. But we can think of something else that doesn’t involve my mate. I know you’re desperate to get yours back, but I’m not sacrificing mine. Sorry, my friendship only extends so far. Druzhba druzhbai, a tabachok—vroz.” “What does that mean?” I asked. Blake glared at Alex and replied, “It’s a Russian proverb that essentially means we’re friends, but not close enough to spare me some tobacco. Or, in this case, his mate.”

“Eliana, that was an accident…” “Accident?” I snapped, standing and flinging the soda in his face. “Those were lives! They followed me into hell and back! “All because of your so-called accident, we couldn’t even recover their bodies! “Lucca, you have no heart.” He wiped the liquid off, his eyes rimmed red. “Yes! I have no heart! “If I did, you would have ripped it out long ago! “Do you know how I’ve lived these past years? Every night, I dream of you, bloodied, questioning me!

“Then why is he looking at me like he’s not sure which one of us to save?” I turned to Damien, but his expression was unreadable. The gun trembled in his hand. “Damien, it’s me,” I said desperately. “You know me. Please.” But he didn’t answer. The other me stepped forward, her movements perfectly synchronized with mine, every tilt of her head, every tremor of breath. She smiled at him, soft and sweet, the same way I had the first night he kissed me. And then she said the words that broke something inside me.

Maxim Vasiliev ~•~ Brielle paused and blinked severally. “What?” I smiled, stroking her hair. “What? You don’t understand English anymore?” I joked. “YA tebya lyublyu.” [I love you.] “You do?” she questioned like she couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t understand why. I had told her this before but she didn’t respond. If anything, I should be the curious and doubtful one. “I think I recall telling you this, dorogoy.”

I replied. “For how long?” “Go to bed, you shouldn’t bother yourself about that, Stefan. A new day might give us the answer to that which you find” Translations родной брат - Brother Hermano - Brother krasivyye i molodyye devushki - pretty and young girls Emerthus - mate

The driver muttered, I sat up and arranged the crooked lines on my shirt. "Спасибо," I said, stepping out of the car, I was going to be having a meet-up with some acquaintances, it wasn't anything serious, I.just want to feel a little more relaxed before I went back, it was the same people I had met during my last visit to Russia. ||*Translations*|| *Мы прибыли, сэр|| we have arrived, Sir. *Спасибо||thank you.

(And let me guess, you fell for her? Keegan, without hesitation, gave a playful nod. "Да. Влюбился." (Yes. I did.) A deep chuckle escaped Valerian's lips as he leaned back, swirling the whiskey in his glass. "Ты никогда не меняешься, мой друг." (You never change, my friend.) "Heard that a lot," Keegan replied with a grin, stretching his arms over the back of his chair. "But here's the thing...as you can see, I have no power here since this is your territory. And you know me... I tend to be a bit messy."

Gianna tells us, “I love it so much better on you two than I did on paper.” “Davno ne videlis’,” (Long time no see) I whisper to Sofia, changing to Russian. “Ty menya vse ravno ne vidish’ chasto,” (You don’t really see me much anyway) she says, smiling still. “Ya imeyu v vidu, ya ne slyshala ot tebya,” (I mean I haven’t heard from you) I say, also smiling. “New pose,” Gianna tells us, and we shift slightly, keeping close to each other still.