Russian Pet Names Novels & Stories

He immediately started licking my face. “What should we name him?” Sienna asked, already scratching behind the puppy’s ears. “We need something strong,” River said. “Something that sounds like a guard dog. Brutus? Thor?” “Those are terrible,” Sienna objected. “What about something farm-related? Shepherd? Ranger?” “Ranger’s not bad—” “What about Clover?” Rain suggested. “Or Barley?” They kept tossing names back and forth while I held the puppy close and felt something warm and messy twist tighter in my chest.

I took a deep breath. " Probably because Russia has a large bear population," she explained. " What do you think? That we live with bears every day? " I rolled my eyes. She had the most ridiculous ideas about my country. " There's no use trying to fool me, Peter," she offered me a dangerous smile, "I'm sure you have a pet bear in Russia.” " I do? " I raised an eyebrow in amusement " And does he have a name?” " Igor," she replied with a thoughtful expression before smiling again, "You have a bear named Igor.”

“God, they never get it right. I am Japanese, isn’t it obvious?” “Well, you don’t look like you have down syndrome.” I laughed. “God, that is so racist!” “Lady, this… this is Russia, no one cares about Racism. You should learn to bear an insult, it is a way of life.” “Of course, I am not surprised. Well… Since we are already talking and we both look miserable, I am Riena. What about you?” I scoffed. “Riena, huh? Sounds like something I would name my dog.”

I watched them place the heavenly food on the table. We picked up our utensils and dug in. If I wasn't in public, I would moan, the taste almost made me orgasm. It wasn't until I opened my eyes did I see Clyde staring at me with his lips slightly tugged upwards. "I bet that made you orgasm more than Volvo could ever" He smirked. "Volvo sounds so cute" I laughed "Volvo" I poked Vladim, who didn't seem even slightly impressed. "In Russia, Vlad is not shot for Vladim, its short for Vladislav" His name spat out of his mouth beautifully "Volvo is short from Vladim"

’ She thought and her eyes glittered with her anger but she remained mute and sat up, ‘Good girl.’ He said and she flinched when he stroked a finger down her cheek she tried to turn away but he grabbed her chin and held her firmly in his grasp, ‘You will look at me when I speak to you.’ He ordered the defiance in her eyes made him smile, ‘I bet you do not know how beautiful you are when you are angry.’ Her fists clenched by her sides and he chuckled again, ‘Don’t even think about it ZayKa [Female Rabbit, a term of endearment in Russian.] I enjoy keeping you in cuffs.’

, I screamed and ran behind Nikolai, grabbing his hands in the process, closing my eyes. “Please don't eat me! please don't eat me”, I said. When nothing happened, I slowly opened my eyes to see the dogs were sitted peaceful in front of Nikolai. I raised my head to look at him and he had a cold look on his face, I quickly unhand him. “They don't eat Americans... too hard to digest”, he said and I scoffed and rolled my eyes quietly, but I think he heard. “These are Saturn and Mars...”, Nikolai introduced and I looked at him in confusion, “I didn't like them and they were all up in my space so I just gave them whatever name I could come up with”, he explained. He didn't have to, but I apprecia

“Well, I think you’ll do great visiting sick people in the hospital. There are many people that like you, you know?” Jai straightened up again with a smile. “Not a bad idea. But I actually have something to do, so I’d rather not spend my time much here. I’m just visiting my pet here.” Ruta giggled. “So what name are you giving your pet? And what kind of monster is it?” “The name you chose for me,” Jai answered, making the boy look bashful. “And it’s a Feather Cheek Wolf.” Ruta looked surprised. “Elite! How much did you get it for?”

“I have a pet rat named Sir Itsy. He’s a familiar.” My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. “Really?” She nodded vigorously. “He’s very old, but he doesn’t look it.” Raven chuckled. “Well, you can tell them all about Sir Itsy over dinner.” I looked over at Jase and smiled. “And do you have a pet, too?” He chuckled. “I have a cat named Sour Puss.” I laughed. “You named him that?” Jase shook his head. “No, he told me what his name was.” He shrugged. “He’s not up to meeting new people, but he likes me.”

Enzo was a breath of fresh air compared to his brothers, and the thought of him never wanting to speak to me again made my heart ache. “Relax. Enzo is very rational. I’m sure he would understand. Besides, this marriage was probably the last thing you wanted for yourself. My brothers are not the kindest, and you have to deal with not one, but both. I can see how stifling that can be, especially since I’ve been promised to Dmitri Ivanov.” “Dmitri! The Mad Dog?” I half yelled, horrified at the thought. The Russian outfit had no integrity and they couldn’t care less about morals, or compassion but none of them was as worse as Dmitri Ivanov, nicknamed the Mad Dog for his brutality.

She threw her head back in laughter as he retracted, turned around, and started walking toward his study room. Once Caspian left for his study room, Anna carried the dog to the living room before dropping it on the floor. Mariam followed behind her. Anna's personality toward the puppy instantly changed. She placed her hands on her waist and stared at the animal beneath her, wagging its tail at her. “What is your name? Oops, you can’t even talk,” she rolled her eyes. “His name is written on the box as Rain,” Mariam replied. “Rain? What kind of name is that? Dali is so weird.” She was sure Dali named the puppy after her favorite singer or actor, whatever. She’d heard Dali speak about the perso