Russian Romance Novelas e Histórias

his voice fills with deep remorse when he turns towards Elena and says, “You will be marrying Roman Russo” Elena goes pale and Casper looks as if he's about to puke.

FOUR Marlowe Sage Kunetsov I sat still in the tub, staring out at nothing. It had been like a dream. I was not sure if to call it a good one or a nightmare. Mikhail. Mikhail Romanov. I remembered him like the back of my hand. He had always been in my heart, in the back of my mind.

Penelope asked and the woman bobbed her head again. “It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess."

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

I'm wearing heels so tripped off but before I could land on a cold cemented pavement a soft yet arms envelops my body I looked up at her as I had regained my balance her eyes became cold again I saw a flash of hurt in it but it fades until it is all stoic right at that moment she walks passed by me as Dmitri open the car for her. “Aren't you going to come in Miss?” He got a strong Russian accent, which woke me I guess I don’t have a choice, or else I will be sleeping in the streets. I entered the car silently she was probably sleeping or perhaps she just doesn't want to talk to me. We are in a dead atmosphere until we arrived home both in awkward silence. We are surely avoiding discussing wh

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

Alex talked endlessly about becoming a famous writer someday. Evelyn told him she just wanted a peaceful life. “You deserve more than peaceful,” he told her once. Sometimes he rested his head on her lap while she read out loud from his favorite novels. Sometimes he looked at her so intensely that it made her nervous. “You know your problem?” Alex said one evening. Evelyn raised an eyebrow. “What?” “You fall in love too easily.” She laughed. “That’s not a problem.” Alex didn’t laugh back. “It can be.” But Evelyn didn’t understand what he meant.

"No!" "You never learn, любовь!" With a snarl, Alexei aggressively grabbed her throat and delivered a forceful slap to her buttocks, causing a lingering sting. A contented grin adorned his face upon hearing Rara cry out his name. He adjusted her legs from his shoulders, securing them around his waist. Leaning down, he pressed his face against her neck while firmly gripping her buttocks and gyrating his pelvis against hers. "Louder, любовь." Alexei snarled in her ear. "Scream till only our names are imprinted on your tongue.”

“Roman, have you ever used prostitutes?” Roman drops his head shamefully. “Yes,” he murmurs. “Oh that’s right, because you were sleeping with one when you went to Moscow while ” He holds up his fingers to accentuate his point. “Married to Ana.” “No,” Roman replies. “I was never unfaithful to Ana.” “Did Ana not satisfy you in bed?” he sneers at him. I can feel the anger radiating from Roman. “You will pay her more respect,” he sneers. Yuri jumps to his feet.

She said angrily. "She is my wife." Roman said. "They are married." Dennis reminded him. "So, even if he wants to kiss her in public. He shouldn't kiss her like he wanted to eat her out, especially not in front of me." He said. "It is a sign of love, Ruslan?" Dennis tried to make him understand. Love? "Live? You gotta be kidding me. It is lust, lust." He said as he came to grab my hand and pulled me up from Roman's lap as he literally dragged me with him to a seat and sat me down and buckled my belt.