Russian Romance Novels & Stories

A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night. A shrill voice announced, "The time has come. Let the bride enter!" A black carriage, lavishly decorated yet unsettling, rolled in slowly. The door opened, and a bride in a blood-stained wedding dress stepped out gracefully. "Where's my groom?" George hurried over, waving for the puppets to drag me away. He pointed at the players seated at a long table. "My lady, please take a look. Which one do you favor?" The bride lifted her veil. Blood slid down her face like melting wax. Her crimson eyes swept across the crowd. "I'm not satisfied with any of them. Not a single one looks pleasing."

” she asked ” It’s nothing,, what’s the title??” He asked ” MELTED HEARTS ” She replied ” Wow,,,,I really love anything romance, ” He smiled ” Good for you then ” She said and faced the novel back Michael continue starring at her face and how her long lashes move when blinking,,,,, he suddenly smiled and got down from the tree, He sat down beside her ,,, ” What’s wrong?? You really want to read this?? ” She asked ” You can just tell me about the novel,,am too lazy to read novels ” He replied

“A haunted winter garden.” “Exactly. Peak gothic romance.” His mouth twitched. “You have an interesting definition of romance.” > “Says the man whose idea of flirting is emotional repression.” That earned her a laugh — quiet, genuine, the kind he tried to hide behind a sigh. And for the first time since they’d become bound by heartbeat, the air between them didn’t hum with tension. It just… was. --- But something about the roses wouldn’t leave Mira alone. They pulsed faintly with light — soft blue, the same hue that had marked the curse.

Ruby sweet-talked, connecting their foreheads together and gazing passionately into Carmilla's eyes. The raven-haired can only blush due to the undeniable sincerity in her fiancee's words. She suddenly connected their lips together never minding the prejudice of their audience or the fact that their expensive lipsticks are getting smudged. Ruby kissed back with equal passion, sending fire into her soul due to their fiery intimacy. The only thing Carmilla cares about right now is ravishing the supple lips of the romantic lady in her embrace.

“I figured you’d be interested in me if I did it the hard way so here we are.” “You intend to lock me up here?” “I intend to lock you up for as long as I can, until you fall for me too. If I have to keep you locked up forever, I will.” “What is wrong with you, Ryan?” I didn’t bother to hide my disgust. “That’s not the way to win a woman’s affection.” “That’s the way the Russo man won yours, wasn’t it?” He questioned rhetorically. “If you can fall in love with him, you can fall in love with me as well.”

His hands explore my chest, muttering a bunch of things in Russian. “It’s so hot when you moan in Russia.” I tell him, He chuckles, face quickly contorting to one of pleasure, “I said I love being inside you.” It’s hot in English too. He watches me explode, I hide my face behind my hands, he pries them off. “I want to see your face while I fuck you.” And he does, while staring into my eyes, muttering praises to me in Russian, he pounds into me, and I come again.

Russia, Window to the West, was now a depressing sight. But it amazed me how I could still survive without Avery up to this point. It hurt every freaking night. I didn't know how long I could live with this. As if my heart would need a fortress stronger than Kremlin to keep it inside Russia. My heart knew no distance or time, all it was beating for was to be with my loved one. I missed the dizzying happiness with her. I missed her soft skin, her delicious lips, her fragrant scent.

As she entered, her eyes landed on a table set with food and, next to it, a stack of books in Russian. Her breath caught. She hadn’t expected that. Dante had ordered books in her language. She approached with caution, letting her fingertips glide over the bound spines. Dostoevsky, Pushkin… and there it was—as if fate were daring her to drown in melancholy once again—Anna Karenina. Her lips curved into a wistful smile. For the fifth time, she surrendered to Anna’s tragedy, feeling with each word the familiar desperation of a woman torn between duty and desire. She read voraciously, as if the pages were the only escape left to her.

I muttered a thank you to him as he starts up the car. "No need to thank me Samantha, tonight you will be my women and it's only my duty to open doors for you. Treat you like a queen you are." He used the hand that wasn't holding the steering wheel to hold mine and place a kiss on it. I giggled out loud like an high school girl. Who knew my romoe was actually a real life Romeo ,he has being behaving so romantic since yesterday and I am loving this side of him. It new and loving. I wish this night could never end.

I kissed up and down her throat, before planting a gentle kiss against her mouth, hoping to express through my actions how much she means to me. “Mary, I love you.” I whispered to her as I pulled away. “You are my Queen. I want to give you the world. We will battle your enemies together. Please don’t leave me again.” She shuddered, as she stared into my eyes. “ I love you too Nikolai, and I’ll remain by your side for as long as you’ll have me.” “Навсегда дорогая, Forever Darling.” I whispered in Russian and then again in English. “I’ll want you for forever.”