My Dear In Russian Novels & Stories

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!”

My phone pinged twice and I smiled as I saw Sasha’s messages 11:51 Sasha: Я тебя люблю 11:51 Sasha: (I love you)

Ash hums, “Probably Russian, because of our family ties there, we speak it with Carlotta all the time.” She nods, “But written?” He furrows his brow, “It’s been a while, but it’s hard to unlearn.” She types something on her phone and holds it up to him. He reads it, and grins. In flawless Russian it read: ‘I enjoyed it when I sucked your cocks earlier.’. Gods, she had a filthy mind. He licks his lips and smiles at her, “Me too.” She smirks, and switches to a muscovite accent, again flawless.

Arching a brow, I feel Dmitri stand at my side, and he wraps his fingers around one of Konstatins' ankles in a death grip. “Idi k chertu, printsessa!” Cocking my hip to one side, I let out an exaggerated sigh. “Oh, come on now, dear, brat. You and I both know that I do not speak Russian”. “Idi k chertu, printsessa, means; go to hell, princess,” Ivan growls darkly in the corner of the room with his arms folded across his chest. “Which is ironic given that hell exists wherever there is a Volkov. And you, Konstatin, were unable to execute the concept of that, were you not?"

“Are you playing with me, little lamb?” I smiled. “Never will I dare that.” I signaled Igor to proceed with my instructions. “Would you give me one last glass my dear? Pozhaluysta, yeshche odin. YA obyazatel'no vernu yego pozzhe, kogda lozhus' spat'’ I hadn’t notice, I was speaking in a different tongue. My body was heating and I wanted to touch Yulian. I wanted to caress him.

It made my lower stomach twist. “N-no,” I stuttered, swallowing hard. “Chert, ty predstavlyayesh', kakaya ty krasivaya i seksual'naya, kogda smotrish' na menya snizu vverkh?!” he murmured in Russian. (Shit, do you know how beautiful and sexy you look when you’re looking up at me?!) I didn’t understand what he said, but my chest vibrated with every word he spoke. My fingers scratched slowly against his skin, like the intensity of him being this close to me was burning me.

I fell onto the bed crawling under the covers closing my eyes, sleep overcoming me. _ Half asleep, a hand racked itself through my hair softly massaging my scalp and I let out a soft moan at the sensation turning to the side. "Пожалуйста, не ненавидь нас. я обожаю тебя, котенок." (please, don't hate us. I adore you, kitten) A chaste kiss was planted on my forehead and I dozed off mumbling incoherent words under my breath as the warm feathery touch on my hair was gone.

she caressed my cheek then went out of my room. Fuck the mafia world! otva'li, mudak, b'lyad! **** How do you like this chapter? Please don't forget to like, comment, share and follow me up. Have a nice day. Glossary otva'li, mudak, b'lyad! --fuck off, you asshole, fuck! Remember, this story's setting is in Russia.

) "хороший мальчик" (Good boy) Damien emphasized with a smirk and nodded at him to continue while still pointing the gun at the old man. By now he was crying silently while murmuring something inaudible to himself at what his son is going to do. Meanwhile the young man looked at his helpless father before licking his lips and looking at the man who holds their lives at the moment. "это была мадам Айна.Айна Павлова" (It was Madam Aina. Aina Pavlova.)