Russian Romance Novelas e Histórias

Her husband’s. “Lovely to meet you, Ms. Romano,” he said while his stare was on his wife and her eyes solely. She simply glared back at him while chugging down seven shot glasses at once and flashed him a smile while getting up. His hands slid onto her waist and pulled her closer to his chest. “But excuse me and my wife, she wants to dance, don’t you дорогой (sweetheart in Russian)” “Yeah, I want to dance with the stupid Russian mafia boss who has an ugly shirt on.” She slurred while gritting her teeth knowing that the man would not budge but she went along with it and they made their way to the dance floor.

“You should take it as a complement, Kratoska.” I felt my cheeks warm slightly from the endearment. “So you ended my call because you see me as a distraction?” I tease. His jaws twitch, swallowing the last bit of food in his mouth. “A beautiful distraction.” He says lowly, eyes darkening. I cleared my throat, heart racing with the fact that I’m currently flirting with Sasha Romanov, a Bratva pakhan. Silence stretches through the air but I was itching to dig deeper into Sasha. “So....how was your trip to Russia?” I ask in a sing song voice.

I smiled. *** “Well, what are your plans now,” Mil asked, “there’s none,” I replied, “I think This psycho Russian asshole clearly loves you. You need to just get going.” I chewed my lips as she said those words. Does he love me?

Prologue Anastasia Olivia, Scarlett, and I swayed to the music in the Russian Orchid, laughing and carefree. This nightclub in Moscow was a must, according to tips Scarlett received. It has been the best summer ever; it would stay with us forever. I couldn’t remember the last time all three of us felt so happy and relaxed. We were having the time of our lives. Our last hurrah before life would take us all away and back to reality. There was a young Russian singer on the stage singing, and even though we couldn’t understand a single word, the beat drove our bodies as we danced.

A wide, glass mirror hung over the sink. I hadn't noticed Lissa standing beside me until she spoke. "This place is absolutely amazing, Rose!" She did a little twirl, her light red gown spinning around her legs. "I can't believe we're finally in Russia! We're going to meet Cesarevich Dimitri and go to his winter ball!" She grabbed my hands and we began dancing in a circle like little girls playing outside on a summer's day. I was so excited to be here—I didn't think I had ever been this happy.

Russell had to pull up his arms on Raina, who was still lying naked by his side. Raina, who had just returned from her business trip in the Middle East, chooses to spend the night at Russell’s apartment and unwind and share warmth with each other. It was the habit of the two of them to hug after sharing sweat. “What is this?” Raina, who looked displeased with her lover’s sudden awakening, asked. Russell raised a hand towards Raina and took out his cell phone, and his lips formed the word Young Master. Raina snorted in annoyance, but she had to understand because this was Russell’s job.

The ring in my finger is a symbol, and so is our names on each other's HarmonyMatch app. And so, I decided let things go. I looked at him and said: "Christopher Caelum Asher Renault-Lee," he looked at me, puzzled. "Your Highness. There is no hiding." I took a deep breath. "I'm in love you, too," I said. And there was silence. He just looked at me, face unreadable except for what seemed like shock. "Um…hello?" I asked, waving my hands before his face. "Hey, are you o–" And just like that, I found myself kissing the prince.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

“You are American, mooncalf, get over it. You may have Russian blood, but you were born in the land of the fat, obnoxious and complacent.” “I am glad you think so highly of my heritage,” Anya snapped. She stuck out her tongue and crossed her arms. The engaged in a death glare match. “Enough, the both of you. I have had a long day’s work of herding animals and tending the trees, and I came home seeking peace, not squabbling,” Dmitri said. He sat beside the stove and began perusing his worn illicit copy of Mikhail Bulgakov's The Master and the Margarita, bought from a black market in Moscow.

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