Russian Romance Novels & Stories

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

All that clouded my mind was the overwhelming feeling of running along the woods and visiting my favorite stream once again, enjoying the cool warmth of nature just like before, and most importantly, meeting my sweetheart. Mate... Kisses. lol

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

Why did you get so drunk? Romance him... How could I romance a man as rough and hard as you? Can I handle it? Can I really do it? I don't even know anything about that thing. How can I do it properly? “I guess, I will need to make some research about that.”

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

I swear my heart has never felt so full. “I can already sense the amount of trouble she is going to land her old man and brother in. I just hope Dmitris’ son, Nikolai Orlov can keep up with her.” Leo mumbles with an underlay of amusement coating his words. Cupping his jaw in my hand, “I just hope that River and Nikolai are prepared for the tantalising future that awaits them. Passion will ignite until there is a scorching blaze of desire raging between them. Because I hear Russians and Italians do it best in the bedroom,” I breathe softly, reminiscing about the countless moments when Leo's lips have explored every inch of my body, tracing his way to his most desired spots where he loves to l

"Liar. You keep looking at me like you want to rip off the rest of that dress. And frankly, I'd love to watch you do it, so long as you went nice and slow." I shiver, shaking my head. "How are you thinking about sex at a time like this? My life's falling apart." "And yet you're still absolutely gorgeous. I mean, you're krasotka." I roll my eyes. "Stop with the Russian." "You're in luck, since that's the only word I know. Learned it from a very talkative ballerina I once met." "Spare me the details." I rub the bridge of my nose. "I can't just go from marrying one stranger to marrying another. I just can't. I risked everything to get away from that wedding."

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

Ruslan slowly broke the kiss, his eyes hooded with desire, want, lust. “Just see the way you fit perfectly in my hand. Your boobs are so soft and fits so perfectly..” Ruslan's voice dropped into a deep rumble, staring at my breast in his hand through the fabric of my dress. He smirked and continued. “And your tits.. they are so fucking hard for me, Sunshine. They want my warm lips around them. They are aching to be free.” Red hues painted my cheeks and I sank my lower lips in between my teeth.

He’d have to drag me kicking and screaming, and that was exactly what he would do unless I appeased him. “I’m not talking about the TV.” Taking a sip of the hot sugar in my cup, I relished the burn on my tongue. I had no idea what I was going to come up with to explain the earlier sarcastic slip, so words simply started to tumble out. “It’s just the . . . atmosphere here . . .” My gaze caught Yulia in the hall who was humming and combing the hair of a porcelain doll that sat on a table of ornaments. I pulled my attention back to Ronan and forced a smile. “It’s just so romantic. A Russian winter wonderland, very sturdy medieval doors, and an age gap. I’mliving in a Disney movie.” After watchi