My Dear In Russian Novels & Stories

She mumbled matching his breathless whispers, a small smirk appeared over the handsome man's face as he let his dainty nails scratch her lower lip. "Me, Stay for me, Моя невинная Ana." ___________________________ Translation: My innocent Ana. Next will be updated soon keep on liking and commenting. Till the next adios

he placed an arm across the back of the sofa and around my shoulders, his fingertips grazing across the skin of my shoulder as he turned his body to face me. “Okay so enlighten me with the translation Mr romantic” I teased, and he grinned at me with excitement as I played along with his game. “Liebling means dear or Darling as I like to call you” he translated the nickname he had branded me with since the second I had met him. “And the other?” I asked not even attempting to resound and repeat his past words with how clouded he had made my brain right now. “Ja Engel” he raised a brow leaning himself closer to me and leaving me completely entranced with his being. “Means, Yes Angel” he tilted

'Moy muzh' stared back at me, multiple love heart emojis beside it and even though I was not fluent in Russian, I knew it meant something that would probably piss me off. Which is why I choose not to G****e translate it. "That fucking mad man. I am not going to let him do whatever he wants. I refuse to be like every other woman in this damned world!" ***

Eyes like winter storms. The Alphas. Mikhail. Dmitri. Sergei. The pup had been their message. Now they were here to speak it themselves. They circled me like predators, heat rolling off their bodies, hunger written in their stares. Mikhail moved first. Tallest. Broadest. “Dobro pozhalovat’, printsessa volkov.” I blinked. “What the fuck does that mean?” Sergei smirked, his Russian accent dripping as he translated. “Welcome, princess of wolves.”

Alexei’s croissant fell to the floor. He stood paralyzed for a full second. Then he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and whispered as if he had heard a prophecy: “Demyan… Demyan Rurik…” Sasha let out a low whistle, his smile opening slowly. “Now that has weight. It’s not just any name. It’s… dense. It sounds like an heir who will look the elders in the eye and they will lower their heads.” Alexei blinked, visibly moved. And clearly wanting to say something more.

Borus said, "We are going to send you in." Bonnie runs to Donald saying "I want to name my baby milaya!" It's a Russian word, милая in Russian writing, in English writing it is milaya and it means cute in English _ Then Bonnie yells "Or milyy, it means the same thing!" It's a Russian word, милый in Russian writing, in English writing it is milyy and it means cute in English _ Donald says "Oh yeah? If the baby comes, we'll name her that."

Irina exclaims dismissing my accusations. I toss the box with the letters on the table. Then I take one of the letters and start to read out loud. "My beloved Tatiana, I can’t stop thinking about you since the first time I saw you. You changed my whole world with just one look. I hate to be away from you. I wish you would leave that loser, Dimitri Ivanov, once and for all. I miss you every second of every day. I know you think I don’t love you, but I do, I love you with all of my heart. Loving you is all I can do. You are everything to me and there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. You believe that us being together is nothing but a wild dream, but together we can achieve anything we want! I

Hey But Rile started talking in Russian words. He expected me to understand him, wow, thank you for making it difficult. "Pozdravlyashskyu s svafdd'boy. YA ne blizsko k svoim dvoyursodnym brat'yam, osobenno k Zekhelu, no eto prekrasnyy moment, chtoby uvidet' ikh vsekh na etom meropriyatii." I don't know what to answer, you don't understand.

"I never knew it would happen tonight," "You said no talking," I reminded him softly, reaching for my breasts. "Aye, aye, милая" A cute Russian word rolled off his tongue as he covered my hands with his large palms. "Hmmm, what does that mean?" I sighed excitedly. "Lover," Working in sync, we squeezed my boobs together in the most erotic manner possible. Each massage sent a wave of pleasure to my core and I felt my juice dripping down in torrents. Then he began to pepper kisses at every inch of my body—my shoulder blade, the sensitive spot under my ear, the space between my breasts, my belly button, my knees and even my toes.

Polina suddenly talked, making me scowl at her. 'Just stop talking, Polina!' I was scolding her in my thoughts. "Spasibo, Polina. YA rad, chto ty vidish' vo mne romantika. YA proslezhu, chtoby tvoy bol'shoy mal'chik bol'she ne otnyal u menya moyu zhenshchinu. YA pristrelyu yego pervym, kogda pridet vremya (Thank you, Polina. I'm glad you see me romantic. I will make sure your big boy here won't take my woman away from me again. I will shoot him first when that time comes)!" Martin replied in fluent Russian, making Polina cringe on her spot