Russian Pet 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

More like their owner. "They like you already" Emilio smirked. As soon as he said that, the dogs turned their attention to him and almost jumped on him. "Easy Rosita" Emilio said to the one with the red collar as she jumped happily and eagerly, her tail wagging with joy. "It is a girl. She is so friendly and her name is Rosita as well. Such a lovely name" I smiled at the dogs. "And the other one is Jafar" Emilio said to me, pointing at the male dog.

Beside her, Elena exhaled through her nostrils. “Good boy,” Alexei murmured, scratching the dog’s ear as it obediently sat next to him. It was a huge Rottweiler that easily reached up to Alexei’s knees and had thick, black fur. Its gaze fell on Dani and eyed her for a long time. With its sheer size, it could down her with one jump if it wanted to. “Maksim, this is Dani,” Alexei said. “She’s a guest at our house. Keep her company and watch over her while I’m gone, alright?”

He yelled against the excruciating pain of wolfsbane, a white crystal like powdered substance known as the greatest source of pain and weakness to his kind, the Werewolves, and tonight he ensured this horrific fate in the hands of the infamous Rouge werewolf huntress Katarina Romanov. "Do not worry, I'm sure the answers will come to you in due time, little doggy" she said in a seductive Russian accented voice. She had long red hair at waist length and her eyes were grey in color, she was drop dead gorgeous, with a tall build and naturally endowed with seductive womanly curves capable of luring most men into lust and hunger for its touch. The tortured prisoner bared his fang at her, the term

Ivan asked, putting his arm over the girl's shoulder. It is a bit weird, but Ivan really liked calling everyone around him using pet names. It wasn't just her, heck, he called the CEO of the biggest real estate company in Colorado Shawnito. The fact that Shawn hasn't fired him yet is quite questionable, considering how mad he was when he called him that. No matter how good your name is, Ivan Evgeny would always ruin it with a pet name for you. “First, I would really appreciate it if you could just stop calling me using your pet names, and secondly, No.” She said removing his hand off her shoulders, clearly clueless of what he was pointing out.

I smiled and walked toward her, cupping her cheeks “it means baby girl in Russian, little wolf” “You speak Russian? I mean, full on Russian?” “You do realize that I AM Russian, right?” “Yes, but you’ve lived in the States, and as far as I understood, even grew here” she defended putting her hands on my own, removing them from her cheeks. I had to fight back a sigh at her resistance, but didn’t bother commenting about it. I knew that she wouldn’t be as forward about this mating thing as I was, it was something I respected, if I were being honest. But it tended to annoy me considering the fact that I WANTED to mate.

’ She asked him with a small frown cocking her head to one side, he had been calling her that since they met and she had no idea what it meant, ‘Ahh, of course, you are an American but do not worry it is just a Russian term of endearment, like honey, or baby’ He explained smiling down at her, translated from Russian to English it meant ‘little rabbit’ and it seemed appropriate as she had looked like a pretty little rabbit caught in the headlights from the moment he had first set eyes on her. ‘I am most definitely not an American’ She replied indignantly and he lifted an eyebrow, ‘Do I sound like one?’ She was not impressed by his obvious mistake and he was surprised by her anger, ‘Okay, you

Removing two beers from the fridge, he hands one over to me and I open it. “What did you call me earlier?” I ask, still curious at the mysterious nickname. He smiles, then winks. “Lapochka? It means ‘little paw’, basically cute or adorable in Russian,” he says with a chuckle. I blush at the endearment but return his smile nonetheless. “Little? Does that make you older than me?” I jest, attempting to return his banter, but he only laughs. “That, and you’re tiny! Look at you, like a little rabbit in a wolf’s den. I’m 25, what about you?”

"Yeah, I know. I'm talking to a wolf who has no idea what I'm saying, but I like talking to you. I need to give you a name, though. 'Girl' just doesn't cut it." I opened my jaws and let my tongue hang out. "Any ideas? Wolfie? Fido? Spike?" I growled at that one. "OK, not a fan. Lucky? Gray Eyes?" I tilted my head. "You know, your fur reminds me of a friend. He had black hair like you and a beard with a bit of white. His nickname was Raven. That work for you?" I gave him a chuff and nodded my head. "Raven it is. You're a smart one, I bet. I didn't think you would let me work on you without trying to bite me. It was a coin flip on whether I'd need a rabies shot after trying to treat you."

Za uspekh - To success Zaichonok - little rabbit (Male) Zayka - little rabbit (Female) Zdravstvuyte - hello (formal) Note: Russians are big on diminutive names they have a name they use in formal settings; one they use amongst friends and sometimes ones that are reserved for their lovers Name: Aleksander Diminutive (nickname): Sasha Pejorative: Sashka Endearing: Sashulya Aleksey- Lyosha - Lyoshka - Lyoshenka Mikhail - Misha - Mishka -Mishenka Dmitry - Dima - Dimka - Dimochka Maria - Masha - Mashka - Mashenka Vasily - Vasya - Vaska - Vasenka