Russian Male Names Novels & Stories

“I’m Russian, malyshka, and you can’t expect me to have an English name as my real name, do you?” “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She said, and I smirked before bringing her hand to my lips. I kissed her knuckle gently and pulled away to look her in the eye. “I don’t give up on the woman that I chose to be with because we chose to argue. One, you just gave birth and I would be more than willing to handle every word that you tell me, regardless of what it is. Two, my name Dekan Ivanov, well, my Russian name to be exact.” I said, keeping my eyes on my mate. “And three, no rejection is ever accepted when it comes to a laboring woman. Your wolf is going through maternity, you’re tired and exhaust

Ambrose spat out his own perception of the name. “Yeah, I agree with that.” I nodded after realizing it really sounded Russian and you might have to pronounce the letter r with some sort of thickness to it. “So how was Dimitri’s night?” I asked trying my best to pronounce the name with the thickness right on the syllable where the letter r is. “Dimitri just had the best night of his life.” Ambrose rebutted and he even copied the way I said Dimitri. He sounded cute when he tried to copy me.

He bought most captives, at least that’s what he would say. If it was most other mafia leaders, they would just drag you, leaving you with no dignity well, that’s if you still had one after losing a bloody war. My dad went by the name Boris, which means butcher in English. He was so skilled that he could do anything with a sword. Twenty men with five guns each didn’t even stand the slightest chance they were better off dead already than being killed by him. It’s not always a good sight to behold, and not to say the least that he is the most powerful and feared man in the history of the Russian mafia.

††018†† Jasmine's Point Of View: "Russian?" I asked, my brows furrowing. “Yes. Your father's name is Dmitri Kuznetsov. Mother's name is Natalia Razin.” "How do they have different last names?”, "It was a long story which they explained back then, but I can't remember since we didn't record that.” "Is there a way I can reach them?” I asked. She hummed. "Yes, we have your Father's address. Hopefully, he's still staying there. Just give me a minute,” she said, standing up to her feet.

And the warmth in his crotch only grew. "V-Valentino." He shook his head. "Wrong." Like hell he'd let him call him that. "Val?" He shook his head again, feeling a bile rise in his throat. Ugh! Celyn called him that. No way in hell! "Then what?" He stopped licking his hand, his lips curving into a grin. "In Russia," he started, moving lower just enough for him to rest his chin on the boy's chest. "My name's 'Valentin' and it has versions. Valik, Valya, Valyusha, Valek. You can choose," he murmured.

Yuri suggested but a few while Liam looked so amazed and vowed by the ones he had mentioned. “I’m going to ask Mommy to help me pick the perfect one. Maxim, Kirill, and Nikita, he memorized as he left Yuri's presence and rushed to the living room, where his parents were enjoying the comfort of themselves. “Mommy, I need an opinion on my Russian name uncle Yuri was going to let me pick from. Which do you like the most, Maxim, Kirill, or Nikita?” he said as memorized... “Uncle Yuri is naming you, that should be my job. Don’t worry I’ll pick a suitable name for you,” Dimitri said immediately, jealous as he glared at Yuri who winked at him from where he stood.

“Huh?” “If you want me to scream your name, I have to know it first,” I reply. The confusion dissipates, and that familiar impish smile takes over. “Ruslan. My name is Ruslan.” Without missing a beat, he begins to fuck me again, challenging himself to make me scream for him just like I promised.

Since I stood up from his bed last night I had a funny feeling in my stomach. “I’m fine I promise. Let me get ready so you can go.” “No rush milaya,” he rubbed his thumb on my bottom lip. “Your first Russian lesson.” “What does it mean?” My heart was beating out of my chest. “It’s a pet name, like honey or darling.” He kissed me again and I slowly got up to get in the shower. My legs were like jelly.

Alexei said, stopping me “I want to give you something that makes…” “You are a Pakhan, a bloody Russian Pakhan” I stated, moving away from him “a fucking Alpha…” “I don’t understand where this conversation is going” he said, stopping me. Shaking his head, and crossing his arms over his chest, my heart dropped to my stomach when I saw his muscles flexing. The man’s arm could easily crush me, and seeing how gentle he had treated me, I couldn’t help but fear his anger.

“You’ve been acting so different and out of it these past few weeks. Who exactly is this new guy in your life?” The itch to reveal everything about my messed up life to Evelyn was eminent but I had to hold back because I wasn’t ready to drag her into my dangerous mess that could potentially get her hurt. “His name is Sasha....” I start. She raises a brow with a teasing smirk. “Sasha?.... isn’t that a girl’s name?” I let out a snicker. “Its a Russian name, Evelyn-” “He’s Russian?!” she slams the table in shock.