Russian Short Stories Novels & Stories

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott

She poured herself another glass of cheap red, already on her third, and dropped onto the couch in her pencil skirt and blouse, buttons half undone. The city lights through the rain-streaked windows. Her laptop was still open on the coffee table, case files glowing like accusatory little rectangles. She should sleep. Instead she reached for the dusty old book she’d bought on a drunken whim two years ago at that weird occult shop downtown. *Daemonologie for the Modern Woman.* Stupid. But tonight it felt like the right kind of stupid. She flipped it open, scanned a page at random, and slurred the words under her breath. Latin? Probably, didn’t matter.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

He was the kind of man who commanded fear without raising his voice, and right now, that fear twisted low in my belly, mixing with something I refused to name. "Let me go, Viktor," I said, forcing steel into my tone despite the tremor in my hands. "You have no idea who you're dealing with." He chuckled, a dark sound that echoed off the concrete walls. Stepping closer, he crouched down until his face was level with mine, so close I could smell the faint spice of his cologne mixed with the tang of sweat. His gaze raked over me, lingering on the way my blouse clung to my curves from the struggle earlier, the top button popped open to reveal the lace edge of my bra. "Oh, I know exactly who you a

Goosebumps immediately rushed my skin and my nipples stiffened through the yellow fabric of my bra. “He let your fine ass come out alone to play? Brave man. That’s what’s up...” I bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste her flesh becoming metallic. “Hmm. He did.” “So, do you want to play, lady? Because I’d love to play with you.” I took some deep breaths. If I was going to do this, this man seemed like the right guy to do it with. He was beautiful, with a beautiful dick to match. I was sure that he could fuck me until I saw stars.

After all, he wasn't trying to bargain for his death, he was bargaining sex with me. And with that, I slowly lowered the gun. My choices were wrong, my insides pooled with dread. But the thought of his thrusts made me courageous enough to drop the gun to the floor. “Make this quick.” Rocco moved swiftly, like a predator coming for its prey. I knew for a fact that this wasn't going to be like the previous sex. This was going to be rough. Fast. Desperate. Rocco closed the distance between us, slipping a hand around my waist. He slipped his free hand into my skirt. His fingers found my slits and he gently grazed over them, making my thighs clench. My folds burned with heat as he increased press

Omar looked at her face The moon was glimmered its luminous on her face while her nose pin shines through it, Her white teeth biting her bottom lip while her hair was softly flowing with breeze Omar didn't realize when he started leaning towards her, feelings his closeness to her, Hana fisted his shirt, her heart jumping in hr chest. "Hana!" When their lips was inches apart, Omar called her, to ask for permission. Hana hold onto his arm tightly, not having strength to open her eyes or nod her head. Two budding flowers in lawn faced each other as moon hide itself behind clouds to spread darkness. The End

Chapter 1: A Dangerous Game It's been two years since Dominic adopted Anastasia who used to be a silent girl who lost her parents at the age of eighteen. Now at twenty, she became a rebellious woman with a sharp tongue, frequently picking a fight with Dominic and spending all night with her friends.

Alpha urged, his eyes flashing as he pushed through the dense forest. The noble brothers were like shadows, weaving through the trees with effortless grace, but I could hear the growls of wolves growing louder and closer. They’re too close. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I caught movement, a blur of fur and fangs. A wolf lunged out of the shadows, aiming straight for me. Instinct took over. Before I could think twice, I swung the dagger with all my strength, the blade catching the wolf mid air, as dear struck me. A bright, silver flash lit up the night as the wolf yelped, its body slamming into the ground.

“Come on, little cousin.” We spent the whole day catching up. We sat in the backyard, throwing playful punches at each other like we did when we were younger. He teased me about my university stories, I hit his arm every time he called me “princess.” We laughed, gossiped about family drama, and shared snacks. The playful hits turned into little wrestling matches on the grass. His hands felt big and strong on my waist. By evening, I was flushed and strangely warm whenever he looked at me. That night, the temperature dropped sharply. The old house had no proper heating in the guest room. We changed separately — I wore a thin tank top and loose pajama trousers, no panties because they felt unco