Usa X Russia Novels & Stories

He said, "No matter when it happened, It happened and I will take care of Us baby. You, Me, and our unborn baby. I am ready to take on whatever life throws Us, my love." He kissed me and I smiled and said It's Us against the world, my love. Book 2 is Titled Forever Us

Austin is seated at his office, somehow his whole thought is occupied by Elena and he can’t even figure out why he kept thinking about her but each time he tried doing anything else, the picture of Elena on his bed this morning with those pretty eyes kept appearing. “ Boss! The representative from RAVEN MAGAZINE is here!” Freya spoke as she walked in. She gave out two knocks at the door before entering but Austin was so busy with his thought to have heard it. “ Sure, I will be there in five” “ Boss, we got an invitation from Russia, it from ROSOVER TECHS. They are launching their new tech” “ What the hell! Are they playing games with me, after my meeting with the RAVEN MAGAZINE, send Kennet

“Unless… you train together. Every morning for six weeks. Mason, you need balance and edge work for that idiotic figure skating segment the hockey team decided to add to the spring showcase. Ezra, you need a strong partner for pairs since Alec transferred.” The room tilted. “No,” I said at the same time Mason growled, “Absolutely fucking not.” Gage smiled. It wasn’t nice. “Then enjoy sitting out the rest of the season. Paperwork will be ready tomorrow.” Mason’s hand flexed again. I could feel the rage rolling off him in waves. “You have until midnight to decide,” she added. “But if you agree and I even *smell* another fight, you’re both gone. Expelled. Understood?”

I am certain that the shock I felt was written on my face, even as a horse. Hades! The first car, which I conclude is Rio’s, is the biggest car I’ve seen in my life! And Haera’s, who is a lot smaller than his, is still big enough compared to those we are using at Audravaria. Aside from that, these cars look so odd. I already learned about these on the book I was reading about Earth—I’ve quite read a lot about this world, after all—but it’s still strange to see their actual look.

The two of us smiled at the feeling, and seeing as Scarlett had a short beach dress on, I couldn’t help but wonder how she would feel with me screwing her here and now. “Russian” “You do realize that I am Russian, right?” I said, making her laugh. I smiled at the sight of her curling her fingers between the sand, her heartbeat racing as goosebumps rose all over her body when the cold water hit our feet. The waves grew more frequent, and I knew that it was because of the approaching storm. “Yes, I do” she said, kicking the sand with each step she took “I’m a Brooke” “I’m already aware of that” I teased, making her giggle.

As Nick and I walked the aisles looking for rice, he paused. "How do you think rice for its name? Rice, that's such a weird word." I read to him what other information on my phone said about rice. "Did you G****e it?" "Yes." "I love how you keep up with my antics." "I love your antics." Nick looked around before smiling at me. "What do you say we have a little fun?" "We are not having sex in a supermarket." Nick laughed, "that never crossed my mind, but now that you mention it."

I'm full with the joy of spending this weekend with this beautiful and wonderful people over here. What matters is that we all are together at last.we are " CRAZY BEAUTIFUL US"

“All right, but only for a week. Cancun is not the place we want to be caught in.” “Caught? In Mexico? Everyone knows Mexico is the best place to hide,” Anthony said. “That’s a misconception. There has been a bilateral extradition treaty between the US and Mexico since 1978. The feds can fly in here on Air Force One and cart our asses back to America in chains if they wanted to.” “Word?” Anthony asked with wide eyes. “Word,” Aaron confirmed. “Well, there is a reason why you have planned most of our shit. You know stuff a normal cat doesn’t know,” Anthony stated.

I said softly, he stayed silent as he scanned through the data I have gathered about the Russians. “They are a cartel, a gang called Bratstvo based in Moscow, looking to expand their influence to the US. I know that you Director and your guys have been at war with these kinds of people for years, so I am just preventing a disaster before it befalls us all. We all know what these people are capable of, and we cannot turn a blind eye to them.” Gosh, I was wasting words. “So what can I do for you, Miss Jones?”

On March fifteenth, 2042, the United States declared war on Russia once more. As the era of peace drew to a close, combat robotics quickly became a global commodity. Nobody had ever seen anything as advanced as the walking machine in Washington, and every country wanted one. Trial after trial was unsuccessful. Despite having access to its broken remains, even the Americans were unable to recreate the walking machine. For a period of time there was an unsteady peace-the calm before the storm. Enter Axion Industries. Full of bright smiles and declarations of patriotism, Axion announced allegiance to the American cause. The company partnered with the U.S Army, becoming a massive joint enterpris