My Dear In Russian Novels & Stories

Sofia asked, seeing his change in facial expression. "She is coming." he said "Who?" "Kate. The curse."

Why are they so serious as if I've committed a grave sin? Old Master Kingston, set down his fork and spoon, his expression sharp yet gentle. "My dear little girl," he said firmly, "I am your father-in-law now, you shouldn't be addressing me as sir." I stiffened immediately in nervousness. "I....I just thought ....." "You should call me Father," he smiled with a proud face, "Even better if you call me dad, I always wanted a girl, but I got a ridiculous brat as my son, you're nothing but a daughter to me here after."

I frowned and looked at him, "What does that mean?" I asked, my head cocked to one side. "Malishka?" Nina asked, and I nodded. "It means Baby Girl, it's a Russian term of endearment." "You speak Russian?" I asked. I knew a few words from listening to Miranda and Vitaly "We are Russian after all," Mishka said. "We also speak Italian, German, French and Spanish." "Will you teach me?" I asked, looking between the two. "Which one, Solnishko?" Nikoli asked.

I poured out my mind without minding if he might get angry or not. Did I care? No. I didn't. I saw it as the perfect time to voice out my innermost thought and I was glad I did. “Fuck! Solnyshka,” the way he called me sunshine in Russia made my stomach twist and tingle in joy. Before I could wrap my head around the sudden Russian pet name, Ruslan snaked his hands around my waist and raised me from the stairs, earning a gasp from me. “What are you doing?” I whisper-yelled, my eyes widened in shock.

“Okay, so can I know your favorite Russian phrase?” “I have two. Smert’ pa-byezh-DA-yet vsyo and Tva-YA SMERT’ — ma-YA ZHIZN’..” I smirk. “Death conquers all and Your Death, my Life.” “And yours?" He asks, sauteeing onions. I didn't even see him cry. Does he have no flaws?” “Preh-STOOP-nyy oom," I smirk. He grins up at me. “A guilty mind. Interesting."

“Tell me what’s wrong Драгоценный.” “What’s Драгоценный“ mean, “ I asked slaughtering the pronunciation of it, ignoring his question entirely. “It means precious, in my native tongue, Russian. Now that I’ve answered your question will you answer mine?” He asked not letting me distract him. “You call me precious, but you treat me like anything but. We made love with each other and I thought that that had changed the dynamic between us, but obviously I was wrong and I shouldn’t have assumed anything, because now you treat me worse, that you did before. And I feel like a damn prisoner trapped in a cage under constant supervision.” I rambled out quickly, willing myself not to get teary eyed, I h

The last thing I felt before deep sleep overcame me was a kiss on the forehead. "Goodnight, moya lyubimaya," Maxim said but it sounded so far away like it was simply a figment of my imagination. moya lyubimaya means 'my love'

Kir has these words he whispers when we’re in the middle of making love, or at the end of a scene, when I’m in sub-space. Low, sibilant Russian endearments that sound like a secret language. I’ve been memorizing them so I can find out what they mean, but my grip on Russian spelling is not even tenuous. It’s non-existent. I start typing them into G****e, hoping the search engine will be able to match the phonetics to the Cyrillic. Krasivyy. Beautiful. I knew that one. Moya dusha. My soul. I pause, my heart giving a strange little squeeze. That’s... a lot.

I finished lamely after continuing to come up short on how to explain. "Remember this," Vladimier said as he wrapped his arm around my waist and drew me against him. "You never have to say sorry to me." Never say sorry... Feeling like the biggest idiot for being unable to say a simple yes to this man's proposal, I simply nodded. "Thank you for understanding." Feeling everyone's gaze on me, I wrapped my arms around Vladimier and buried my quickly turning red face against his chest. "I love you." I knew a simple "I love you" wouldn't fix the embarrassment and hurt I was sure I caused him, but it was all I could seem to say. This was all a little too much, and there was an annoying, nagging fee

Then they said deda meaning mother and started making gestures of cradling an imaginary baby. It was the first time that they were going out, and He wasn’t even sure if this was a date, and this is what was going on. He could tell she was really embarrassed and He was trying to explain to them, “Look it’s the second time he had ever seen her, he don’t know.” They kept saying khorosho khorosho meaning good, good in Russian, all of them nodding in agreement. He don’t know if she’s khorosho or not, wait, He just met her!”