Russianman storie

My name is Maya, today was supposed to be my wedding day to Nikhil .Instead I am married to his best friend Sasha. He married me for a deal. Three months he said and then I would be in the streets This is a story of Maya and Sasha. Two world connected by fate How will Maya fit into Sasha's world. Will they break or be bonded till time.

There was a Irish man who had a son, a 3 year old son. When he took his 3yo son to the daycare, he bumped, like ACTUALLY bumbed into a man, who has a different accent. Asuming it's Russian, the Irish thought he fucked, but, soon enough in a restaurant, they both start to like each other, well, just likes friends, yet. Read more if you like Ireland and Irish people, and Russia and Russian people. I also drew the drawing for the cover. So, that's why it looks cringy. I'm going to warn some people who don't like gays(like guy x guy), don't read. Hope you enjoy.

A story of girl which went on a trip for first time with her collage clasmates after being home schooled for her whole life and got lost in a forest and met an unexpected surprise ( man ) that will either ruin her whole life or make it better... read the story if want to know what will happens to her in the future :)

Their love story began in the most unexpected of ways. Dimitri, a hardened military general with a heart as tough as his training, never imagined that love could be so transformative-until Elisa entered his life. A nurse by profession, Elisa's calm, steady presence contrasted the intensity of his world, yet somehow, they fit together perfectly. It was a love built on trust, respect, and a quiet understanding that neither had found with anyone else. Only Her Hands is a love story between two souls who found each other in the most unlikely of circumstances and discovered that no matter what challenges life threw their way, they were always stronger together. From their first hesitant steps as a couple to the overwhelming emotions of parenthood, their bond grows deeper with each passing day, proving that the best love stories are the ones that endure through life's most unexpected moments.

A toxic relationship with a Russian mobster? I wonder how that'll end.

This is my first book so please bare with me 🙏

Y/N had come to Moscow for an adventure, not expecting that a single chance encounter would change everything. It happened on a quiet, snowy night in a dimly lit bar, when they accidentally met him-Viktor, a man with a face like carved stone and eyes like dark steel. His presence was magnetic, his gaze intense, leaving them feeling as if they'd been caught in a trap. "Careful," he murmured, his voice cold and soft, each word carrying a quiet authority. "People who get close to me don't get to leave." Y/N's heart pounded, a strange thrill and fear intertwining. Because in Viktor's world, leaving was not an option-and they weren't sure if they even wanted to. ‼️ Warning ‼️ Art Not mine!! Artist: dazkef (has I think Japanese letters as name) enjoyyyyy :p

Y/N Story :D WARNINGSS!!!! violence slurs self harm possibly copyrighted music (i can't reach out to them) Mention of wars that are currently happening Y/N lives a normal life in a normal place and school. she lives with her mom and divorced dad but one day someone joins the school and changes E V E R Y T H I N G

𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 , 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤.

I hated galas. The fake smiles, the hollow laughter, the empty toasts-none of it meant anything. I had no interest in the watered-down deals these people made while congratulating themselves on their brilliance. They thought they were sharks, but they were minnows circling in crystal bowls. And yet, I came. Because she was always here. Hillary VanCarthen. For years, these rooms had been my excuse to watch her. To stand at the edge, a shadow among silk and sequins, and see her shine. She loved the glamour, thrived in it, and I hated it-except when it put her in my line of sight. That was enough. That had always been enough. Until tonight. Tonight was different. Tonight, I had spoken to her. Her voice had curled around my chest like a hand. Her sharp replies, her refusal to flinch, the way her eyes had locked on mine as if I weren't just another man in the dark. For the first time in years of imagining what it would be like, I knew. And it was worse. Because now, I couldn't go back to watching. I turned back to the crowd, forcing my shoulders into calm. The control I wore so easily in every other room slipped here, frayed by the memory of her eyes. She'd looked at me like she couldn't decide if I was danger or salvation. Maybe both. I hated that it mattered. I hated that she mattered. But tonight had changed something. After years of shadows, I'd stepped into her light, and now it burned. P.S. I'm currently editing and posting at the same time so there will be new characters once a week on Mondays at 7:00 A.M

I'm so sorry guys

As the world descendes deeper into political disputes and territorial disagreements, everyday citizens are forced to pick up weapons. For whom and what should you fight? What is the end goal or is any of this right? All questions regarding morality get pushed aside in the depths of survival. What is Jules Quinn ready to do when she is left alone to face the cold war?