Russian Male Names Novels & Stories

I was bored with nothing to do, my legs were in the air, and I moved them up and down as I sang along to a song. "Natalya..." a warning and I stopped humming the song immediately. I pulled my legs down and sat on the couch like a normal person. "You know, I researched your name" I voiced. He didn't look at me, only nodded. "What about it?" "There was this big book in the library with names from all over the world. Your first name is Russian and your last name is Italian?" "Hmm..." again an uninterested hmm. "Why?" "My mother's a Russian and my father is an Italian" he answered smoothly.

he stated, a growl in his voice. I felt his English wasn't perfect, but it was better than most. I mean, he didn't make full sentences, but he made sense. “Of course you had people spy on me,” I scoffed. “What is your name? The least you can do is tell me who you are, since you know all about me.” “Vladimir,” he answered, but I didn't need his help to know that his last name was Volkov. My father and brothers had made me look at pictures and memorize the names of those I should never get near, and I could remember that he was one of them.

,Michael stated. Roxana looked on, she was paying attention to all he was saying. “Now that my name starts with R means the child will have to have a name that starts with R?”,Roxana uttered. “Yes, but if you don’t have a name yet. I have some here. I guessed some out”,Michael said. Roxana kept muted as she doesn’t have any name in her mind. “Well, the name I have in mind is, if it’s a female she would be RiverRose. If it’s a male, he should be Rowland”,He said.

Things are good right now, and I'm happy with the news of the baby. I really am. "Victor," Roman echoes, looking at me. "I like that. A lot." "Victor Roman." "Ugh. No. I don't want him named after me." "You're his father." "That's so old-fashioned. How about Victor Nikolai?" I laugh. "After me?" "Sure." "It's an English name and a...what? Russian name?" "Why not? People are naming their kids after objects, Nikki." "Some objects have nice names."

Somehow, I felt threatened by these two, but I didn't feel in immediate danger, even though this incredibly large Russian man almost ended my life and spared me due to fate, maybe. "So, this is the girl?" the younger one asked. The Russian just nodded, and the younger man sighed and turned to face me, extending his hand. "Nice to meet you, Sofia. My name is Annatoli, and I see you already know one of my men, Ivan." I took his hand but glanced at the Russian. "So your name is Ivan?" He nodded and looked between his fingers at the ring he had stolen from me. It didn't even fit him.

Her brows frrowed and he smiled. He clarifies that hhis father was Henry sterling, an American while she was Russian. So he half of both.. He laughs and tells her that it as his mother that ad the name. Hshe named them Ivan and Dmitri. She states that she woulddntave been able to tel I not for his name and blushingly states that he as hat sharp look about him, especially his eyyes calab looked even less slike him. He laughs Tates that Ivan took after his father in terms of looks while he took his mother's side face and eyes included . Hhi smile slaoly falls and se knows instinctively that something heavy is coming.

—I asked, noticing he was just staring at me. —Now you understand why they couldn't grow up away from you. —Because you're a total disaster, with a passing interest, who couldn't live without me? —He laughed. —You couldn't have put it better. —This time I shrugged. —Do they have names? —I have two in mind —I gestured for him to continue—. Ragnar for the male... means lethal strength and primitive loyalty. You agree? —Very masculine, though quite fitting for their father's character —he just smiled. —And the other?

one of the girls in the middle of the class asked. “We have. My mother is Russian. She came here to be a dancer and then a dance teacher. So when my wife thought about it, she wanted to keep the tradition alive still. Though my brothers and sister have more American-sounding names, I was given a Russian one. Our boys are going to be named after two of the most famous czars. Nikolas and Alexander.” Greg said as he looked around. “Why?” someone asked to prolong the conversation. Greg laughed at the attempt.

Katerina smiled, nodding at her husband, loving the name they chose. “Elijah, or in other words, his Russian name Ilya” Alpha Nathan said “Ilya Dimitri Kozlov” Alpha Dimitri’s head shot up at his son, hearing his name as his grandson’s middle name. Alpha Nathan noticed his mother’s eyes drop to the ground, knowing well enough that her son was still upset with her; however, he was sure not to disrespect the woman in any way possible. “You’re being serious?” Alpha Dimitri asked and Alpha Nathan nodded, smiling at him.

Every thrust sent sparks through me. “Nikolai,” I gasped, forgetting to use his title. His grip on my hip tightened. “Say it again.” “Nikolai,” I moaned louder this time. The tension built higher and higher until I shattered completely, crying out as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He followed moments later with a deep groan, falling his forehead against my shoulder.