Russian Romance Novels Novels & Stories

You don't get to be attracted to the human embodiment of Eastern Bloc tension. Dmitri wasn't charming, he was carved. Like a cold war statue someone accidentally brought to life and handed a child. This wasn't butterflies. This was neurological betrayal. Whatever this was pinging through her, heat, adrenaline, whatever—needed to go straight back to whatever hormonal void it crawled out of. She was not here for cheekbones and frostbite flirtation. She was here for a paycheck. Juice boxes. Healing a small, silent girl. Not panting over broody Bond villains in cashmere armor.

"Well, sometimes I watch T.V. I like, well, love to read. So I do that a lot when I'm alone." "Like what? Romance, crime thrillers?" I shrugged. "Sometimes. I really like the classics. Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters, George Elliot (who was a woman, by the way). I also like the Russians, like Tolstoy and Dostoevsky. 'War and Peace' is amazing." "You've read 'War and Peace'?" "Yeah, twice. It's excellent." I cocked my head. "How about you, what do you like to read?"

She was fully expecting him to give it one glance, and put it down with a caustic remark about trash, at which she would mutter something equally caustic about literary snobs. Instead he scanned it for perhaps twenty seconds. It was ridiculous to feel embarrassed, but she did. Not because he was reading about the imaginative contortions of Dominic and Natalya, but because he was probably imagining her reading them and getting all hot and erogenous in the process. In fact, she had not. As scenes of rampant nookie went, it had been disappointingly unerotic - more like a DIY plumbing manual than anything else. ‘Jesus,* he muttered at last. ‘This is anatomically impossible.*

He gave her, but Anna manage to runaway and escape, blinded by fury, she found herself on this luxury hotel, and heard about Romanov. Anna gulps down her fears, she throw herself at him and wrapped her arms around his muscular torso, her small, yet slender hands trembled as she took off his shirt. Romanov was stunned. For over thirty years, he had never once shown interest in women— he hated them, he was repulse at how weak they are. He as disgusted towards them upon one experience. And he never have imagined that with this woman’s deliberate teasing… he actually felt something different! He laugh icily, “Just don’t regret it, woman.”

We came here because the emptiness was starting to rot us from within. Not seeing her face would’ve made it easier to pretend. Easier to lie to ourselves. Easier to believe we weren’t cheating on the only woman who had ever made us feel hope. I didn’t waste time. I thrust into her in one single, brutal motion. She was already wet, filled with the seed of Pavel, Alexei, and Leon. Her gasp was sharp, her moan ragged and instinctive. Across the bed, Roman took her the way he always handled everything: with quiet control and detached precision, claiming her ass without a single word.

Roman asked me. Confident that he would not have read it, I told him. Roman snorted derisively. “Sarah J. Maas is evidence that the traditional publishing industry is full of rubbish. Those novels are the literary equivalent of eating Cadbury chocolate for dinner.” “That’s not fair,” I said. “If you sit down and read them…” “I have read all four books,” Roman interrupted. “Including that Frost and Starlight novella nonsense. I can assure you my opinion is well-founded indeed. To begin, the riddle in the first book is so simplistic that—”

Just imagining about it that them in pleasure, they wonder what will happen when it will become real. Rose went inside the washroom and came out all fresh. "You should have a bath too." Rose suggested them. "We will have later." Vladimir told her. Rose nodded her head and sat on the couch. Their wish! Rose took a book and started to read it. It was a romance book. "You love to read romance books, don't you?" Zachariah asked her. He was lying on the bed with his hand under his head. "I do. Romance books are amazing." Rose said. One couldn't miss the happiness in her eyes as she talked about it.

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“I still can’t wrap my head around people’s interesting fascination with the lifestyle, but I suppose that works in your favor.” We both laughed at that, knowing how ironic it was. I never thought I’d be with a member of the bratva while being a mafia romance writer at the same time. It was baffling, yet it was my life, and I couldn’t ask for anything better. At the very least, coming up with new books wouldn’t be very difficult with the real deal as my source. There would never be a shortage of inspiration, I knew that much. Roman ran his hand up and down my back as Kira reached for the necklace I wore, then he kissed my temple. “I’m glad you followed your passion and never let go of that d

I whisper. Dimitri nods. He keeps on eating and when he’s done, he goes upstairs. I clear the table, wash the dishes, and leave the kitchen spotless. I look around me trying to find something else to do, but everything is neat. I sigh, I don’t want to go upstairs just yet, I’m afraid of what’s going to happen once I go into the bedroom. I go into the living room instead, on one of the walls there is a bookshelf. I look at the books on it, most of them are in Russian and some in English. I take Pride and Prejudice with a smile on my face, this is my favorite book in the whole world. I open the cover, someone wrote a message on the front page: For my beloved Tatiana, enjoy! Yours always, D. Di