Nadia Russian Doll Novels & Stories

Rosie thinks the girl is a total fake; her smile makes Rosie roll her eyes. "Rosie this is Rhea, my friend and Rhea this is Rosie, my umm cousin haha." Ryan introduces them to eachother. Rosie wants to roll her eyes but she doesn’t, she just nods along and looks away at the tv. She already doesn’t like him with her; they come and sit on the large double sofa next to the single one Rosie is sitting on. Ryan passes her one of the pizza boxes and keeps one for them. He goes to Netflix and plays a horror movie. Rosie secretly rolls her eyes knowing too well, why he did that. She angrily starts stuffing her mouth with pizza. Rhea cuddles with him, from Rosie’s side it seems like she's sitting on

"Good night, doll." The familiar nickname made her smile. "Good night, Leaf." This time, neither of them moved away. And as the silence settled around them once more, Sahara found herself hoping that maybe—just maybe—this was what peace felt like.

The hot water doesn’t wash away the feeling of grime and dirt. I wrap a towel around me and go sit in front of my dresser. Wet blonde curls hang down to my shoulders. My mind is blank as I blow out my hair until it lies in soft waves around my face. I take off the towel and stare critically at my naked body in the mirror. No man other than my husband has seen me nude. My body is not perfect. My breasts are too small and my thighs are thick and round. Nigel likes them, but what if the Russian finds them a turn off? Will all this be for nothing then? Will he send me away and expect the debt to be paid in another way?

So much more important than thread and stuffing and glass eyes, wrapped in a half-torn dress. I still feel bad about that doll. The one I saved from a hooker name. A doll I carried around with me for years, and now remember only in flashes. Bare, bright impressions, like seeing something through burned retinas. Seared over everything in a glowing silhouette. The same as Loki. I barely met Loki, but when I remember him it’s with a sick stirring so deep and violent it’s like there’s a clawed hand rammed down my throat. Churning my guts around. Turning my insides into so much fine flesh confetti.

My niece and nephew were instantly attracted by Sasha’s newness and exoticness. ‘Since you guys are finally here, how about we open up the presents?’ My dad asked as Grace and Carter ran to sit by the pile of gifts in the living room. Being the youngest and most impatient, the kids got to open all of their presents first as we watched their excited little faces discovering a new toy within each carefully wrapped box. Grace was particularly captivated by the Matryoshka dolls Sasha had gifted her, he showed her how they worked and she was absolutely over the moon with her new gift. Sasha had gotten my brothers tickets to the remaining home hockey games of the season as well as a promise to sec

" Mistress Danielle said she couldn't bear the thought of the pack elders seeing you in rags. There’s a red dress in there—Danielle wore it to a garden party last season, but it has a small snag near the hem. She thought it would suit your... current station." Nadia walked over to the box. She pulled the ribbon, letting the lid fall open. Inside was a pile of expensive clothes all smelling of Danielle’s cloying, heavy perfume. She picked up the red dress Victoria had mentioned. It was beautiful, but the "snag" was a deliberate, jagged tear right across the bodice. It made perfect sense why she would think it was a taunt. Nadia dropped the dress back into the box and looked Victoria in the ey

Chapter 67 Then Sofia turned to Claudia, her smile widening mischievously “Hi, sister-in-law…” she said as the table fell silent... The word seemed to hang in the air for a split second, as they all stared at her with questioning gaze ********************* THE RED BUILDING Noah and Rolex looked shocked as they stared at the figure seated comfortably on the armchair— one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette resting lazily between his fingers. He drew from it every now and then, exhaling smoke like he owned not just the chair, but the entire room.

But deep down, she knew she wasn't wrong; Xavier unmistakably knew this little girl. “Daddy,” Katya exclaimed, throwing her arms around Xavier’s legs, her face lighting up with innocence and joy. “Katya? Where is your mommy?” Xavier asked, kneeling before her, his brow furrowed with confusion. “I'm right here,” an alluring voice exclaimed from ahead, and Xavier looked up just as Nadia appeared from the crowd, walking toward them in a stunning wine-satin strapless gown that shimmered under the light. The dress had a daring slit right above her left leg, accentuating her thigh, with two bodyguards behind her.

Her perfect, dark arched brows furrowed, “I’m afraid Nadia is not in the club at the moment. She had to return to the Ukraine for a family emergency.” “I thought she was from Russia.” “No. Nadia is from the Ukraine. Her uncle passed and she had to see to his funeral arrangements and other affairs.” Amber felt like an even bigger bitch. She knew even less about Nadia than she thought she did. She wasn’t even fucking Russian! It was also inconvenient that Nadia was gone from the club. “Oh, that’s unfortunate. When are you expecting her to return? Did she say?” Amber bit her lip. It was a pointless question really. Nadia was never coming back. She’d gone into hiding or on the run or was…But Amb

Dianne sat cross-legged on the living room floor, surrounded by folded baby clothes and gift wrappers, carefully tying a ribbon around a small pastel box. Nadia was sprawled beside her, legs stretched out, chewing gum loudly while scrolling through her phone. “You know,” Nadia said lazily, “Eliora already has more clothes than I own.” Dianne laughed softly. “Don’t be dramatic. Babies need options.” “Options?” Nadia scoffed. “She’s not going to a fashion week.”