روايات وقصص ضمن Russian Romance

“Well if you think you will say it and I will do it then you are a fool, Mr Sokolov. I would have accepted the fact that my father arranged our marriage or something but the fact that you and I fell in love with each other. Impossible!” “Why?” He demanded grabbing her shoulders tightly. His eyes turned dark at her words. “Because of my scar? Because I am not handsome in your eyes?” He sneered. This new Rose was selfish, He didn't know how He feels about this new version of his wife but the girl He fell in love with was selfless. Rose shurugged her shoulders. She wouldn’t let this Russian Pakhan let into her thoughts. “Well that and the fact that you are not only ugly outside but inside as we

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

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."

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 like it when you call me your woman, it sounds sexy. Say commodity to me in Russian. ” He reached up cupping her guts and started puffing them over the material of her gown. He started speaking to her in his native language and could see she was getting turnedon.However, he wondered if she'd still be turned on, If only she knew he was telling her what the rainfall was going to be like. At this point he was so turned on he did not watch so he rolled her over onto her reverse and climbed on top of her, still speaking in Russian. You could hear her starting to wail as he smelled on her neck and felt when she opened her legs, letting him know she wanted him inside her.

He paused, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze filled with a longing that mirrored my own, an unspoken promise of forever. "And I love you more, my Zvezda" he murmured, using the Russian word for "star," his voice deep with emotion. The name resonated within me, a powerful reminder of who I had become by his side—a Mafia Queen, his guiding light. As our lips met once more, the world around us melted away, and we sank into the endless pleasure of each other's embrace, knowing that this love, forged in fire and tempered by loyalty, would never fade. The End

By evening, everyone returned to their rooms. --- Later that night… Rue came out of the bathroom wearing her pajamas. “Let’s watch a movie!” “Okay. What genre?” “Definitely romance.” I pretended to gag. “Too cheesy.” “Please.” I rolled my eyes. “Honestly, they’re always so indecisive. Like just kiss and get it over with.” “Like you and Ivan.” I shot her a look. She shrugged. “I’m just saying. One minute you’re friends, the next you’re enemies.”

“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.”