Nadia Russian Doll Novels & Stories

“So, let’s just leave her be. She can discover that all by herself, in her own time.” “Alright,” she mutters. “Livi?” “Yes?” The Raven asks, a glance over at the brunette who spins in her chair. “What do you think?” Nadia asks, framing her face as she wonders, “Does it look good? Or is it too... princess peach?” Liviana chuckles. “No,” she denies. “It’s not too princess peach. It’s gorgeous, as are you.” Nadia grins. “And as are you,” she echoes, complimenting the woman’s sparkly silver eyeliner and the shimmery nude color that glosses her lips.

Nicki replied and fell back on the bed, ready to drift into another slumber. “ What's your name? I'm Rosabella.” “ I'm Nicki. Nice to meet you too.” With that said, she fell back to sleep and only woke up when the sun rose, the next day. When the sun slipped into the curtain, Nicki groaned softly and rubbed her eyes. She looked around to find her space arranged neatly and all her clothes placed neatly inside the wardrobe. A small smile appeared on her lips. “ I guess she's a good roommate after all.”

Instead of the anticipated spare clothes, her gaze fell upon a collection of meticulously organized male clothes. Her nose suddenly caught a hint of familiar fragrance in the air—a sophisticated blend of spicy and woody scent. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. It was something Rhys smelled like. Opening her eyes she glanced around the room. Dark-coloured suits with blazers hanging in one line on the front glass frame. And on her right, there were T-shirts and sweatpants. A cabinet just underneath. The sparkling blinding lights enhanced the view. Amara swallowed hard when her eyes gifted to the left side. A huge glass panel was fixated on the left wall, with different coloured fem

I gasp, clutching my side and looking up at Nadia, who shuts the door and runs over to me. “I’m so sorry; I didn’t think you would be up and getting dressed already!” She says, giving me a sheepish expression. I must have been out of it not to notice her thick Russian accent before. Chuckling, I shake my head. “It’s okay. Normal people should be resting, but Mafioso aren’t exactly normal people.” I say, then turning my back to her and looking down at the black dress. “Tell me about it. Here,” she says, taking the dress in her hand, “let me help.”

That diary could direct you to his world but you needed to be worthy first. “ Opposite? ” Tobias raised his eyebrows in amusement, his eyes taking in the woman before him. She was acting so bold yet her body was trembling in front of him. “ Opposite. ” Hazel nodded her head like a robot, her hazel orbs still boring in his Chocolate brown one's. Tobias hummed placing his hands beside her head and looking in her eyes. She flinched the moment he leaned more closer, his arms caging her and making sure she had no way of escape left.

He'd given her a necklace that cost a few hundred dollars, money he'd saved for a long time. She'd held that simple piece of jewelry and cried like a fool who'd never seen anything so beautiful. He had been so proud then, thinking he was the prince saving Cinderella. A joke. It was all a fucking joke. She was the Thorne Principessa. She'd probably seen more diamonds than he'd seen rocks. Rocco remembered the tattoo, a tangle of black thorns and a blood-red rose between her shoulder blades, wild and dangerous. He used to kiss it every time they made love.

"I found this. It's from a bottle. The sea made it smooth." Nadia examined it with the seriousness the object deserved. Then she reached into her pocket and produced the wooden dog, which she held out in the brief offering gesture that was her form of introduction. Matteo looked at the wooden dog with equal seriousness. "Is it old?" "Yes," Nadia said. "Where did you get it?" "It came with me from Ukraine." Matteo nodded, filing this information. "I have a rock from Iceland. It has fossils in it. Do you want to see?"

So instead of thinking about Nadia’s naked body under mine, I focus on bringing Ivan and Ana home. ——— [NADIA] Three hours later, we were back on the plane and ready to take off. But unlike the last time, I knew what was going on. When Tatiana and I got out of the car, ready to return to Moscow, I spotted Dimitri standing by some of his men who had come with him near the private plane. Seeing me, he excused himself and asked one of his men to settle Tatiana inside. Tatiana might have known the man who approached us because she happily followed him onto the plane, going on and on about one of the new dolls Dimitri had gotten her last night. Don’t ask me when, how, or why. I just know he did,

~ Russia ~ In the rich atmosphere of a charity event, the grand banquet hall buzzed with the lively chatter of high society's elite. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and the soft clinking of glasses, enhancing the festive atmosphere. Glittering chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting a warm glow across the elegantly adorned space. Nadia stood elegantly, her silky red hair in a blunt cut framing her face flawlessly. Nadia was dressed in a stunning black bustier tulle dress that flowed gracefully around her as she held a glass of champagne in her hand. Her radiant smile illuminated her features as she engaged in lively conversation with two close friends, laughter