Russian Pet Names Novels & Stories

“Is that not your name?” “I don’t like it when you call me by my name. I prefer Dorogoy and Malysh and every other pet name you have for me.” I could not resist a chuckle. She pronounced the words so well that one would think she was a native. “Alright, malysh. Do your thing now.” With my encouragement, she took my dick in her mouth, bopping her head up and down repeatedly. I was tempted to take control but I restrained, letting her do her thing.

I said as I cut the link. Kat gravitated towards Ryan’s room, rarely choosing my bed if I wasn’t with her. I just assumed Ryan pissed her off, but that didn’t make sense either. He never pissed her off. Aww, my baby girl must have been missing me. Well, if she wanted some cuddle time with her “perrito” I was more than happy to give it to her. "I'm not a puppy!" Rikkon grumbled a little at her pet name for us. I, on the other hand, would be whatever she wanted me to be, as long as she stayed with me. Besides, it sounded super sexy when she said it in her Spanish accent.

He wiggled the leashes in his hands. "Where'd you get them?" "Just by the roadside where the second popped out from." "But they're just so cute." I gushed at the little puppies. "Do you even know their breeds?" "The hell do you take me for? They're Lhasa Apso." I defended myself. "Ten points to Roxanne!" "I'm going to have to get used to that name, innit?" "Yup." He popped the 'p'. "You know you can just call me Roxy right?"

it would have been him. I watched him, saying nothing, letting that thought settle into my eyes until he saw it. He got his silent answer and his eyes slid closed, like he was trying to keep me away from his emotions, “What are their names?” “Ruslan and Ivanov.” His eyes slowly peeled open in surprise, “You gave them Russian names?” I said nothing.

“She’s probably terrified. I can’t just disappear like this.” He studied me for a moment, then sighed. “I’ll talk to Viktor about it.” Relief flickered inside me. It wasn’t a promise, but it was something. We walked further, and soon, the scent of hay and horses filled the air. The stables. “They have names,” Nikolai said, stroking a chestnut-colored horse. “This one’s Mars. And that one’s Zima—means ‘winter’ in Russian.” Hesitant, I reached out. When Zima nudged me gently, something inside me softened.

It was just empty, yet warm and the fury looking at her. Ideally, they are not qualified to be pets. But this one has a name tag on it and it’s name is fluffy. Such a weird name to name a creature so deadly with a name that does not coincide with its personality as a whole. “You are a cutie..I wonder who owns you.”

Svetlana answered, completely forgetting about little Anastasia sitting on the sofa beside Dmitri. “What’s a bitch?” Anastasia asked curiously, smiling inquisitively at everybody. When Dmitri winced in secret, I already figured out that he already had the meaning of the word. “Oh, is that like an endearment? Like how Svetlana and Irino called each other love when they are alone.” Everybody fell silent and all eyes were immediately settled on Svetlana and Irino. Except for Mikhail, whose head tilted towards Irino and shot him a death stare. But he was smiling, restraining himself to swear at Irino because Anastasia and Dmitri were around.

"Gosh, Sugar, why did you get me a dog? Even one like Esme makes you moan with jealousy, let alone another one." "That's manly. I can't be jealous." Rose shrugged indifferently. "Do you like it?" "Of course." The corners of Rose's lips curled up. It was obvious how Theo was treating the little Siberian with affection. "What do you want to name little husky?" "Little Esme maybe?" "But he's a male, Theo. It wouldn't be appropriate." "Oh, I know. How about Little Lion, do you agree?" "Why Lion?" asked Rose.

I must continue it. "What would you name it if it's a baby boy?" Nana asked. I paused in folding clothes to look at her. She's smiling kindly at me. It's almost as if she's more excited about my child. "I don't know. I was never good in naming things that's why my wolf had a very common name," I replied hesitantly. Her brows arched. "What's your wolf's name?" "Tala..." "It's a pretty decent name for a wolf. I don't believe it's common. Don't be pressured, and just tell me what your heart wants, Nikita."

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He stood up, walked to the window, then turned back slowly with a wicked grin. “I’m just saying... Igor has a bear in Siberia that acts a lot like you. Sleeps all day. Wakes up only if there’s salmon or honey. And bites anyone who dares to talk too early.” “Pascha Romanov,” I hissed, throwing a pillow at him.