More than a Pet (RussiaxNeko!Reader) Chp 8 by FireAtWill42, literature
Literature
More than a Pet (RussiaxNeko!Reader) Chp 8
Estonia felt the pressure pushing down on him as he watched the cat eat the food that Latvia had prepared for her. Sweat beaded on his forehead and his hands trembled slightly. How much willpower would he need to actually do this? How much power inside of him would he have to conjure in order to take something that belonged to Mr. Russia? A lot more willpower than he had in his entire body, perhaps.
The quivering Latvian beside him was watching the cat with glee, making it seem as if he had forgotten all about the claw marks embedded in his back and the stinging sensation that came with them. Sometimes Estonia truly believed that Latvia&rsqu
This wouldn’t be nearly as easy as you had expected. How were you supposed to find a cat that stood out to you when so much commotion was going about? Yao was now making another attempt at the kitten pen, the Scottish Fold now had its hackles raised towards the pure white Persian, and what looked like a white mix with red eyes was fleeing quite loudly from a brown and white cat. It seemed like every cat had its own quirks – something that made it unique.
At least you had one idea: You wanted an adult cat. There wasn’t anything wrong with kittens, you loved them to pieces! But that was the thing. Everyone wanted a kitten. Th
More than a Pet (RussiaxNeko!Reader) Chp 7 by FireAtWill42, literature
Literature
More than a Pet (RussiaxNeko!Reader) Chp 7
The plan was a simple one. Not only was it easy to accomplish, but it would also be easy to get away with. Even though those facts were apparent, Estonia was still trembling with nervousness as he arrived back at Russia’s home, arms struggling to hold the bags stuffed with purchased goods. The front door was closed by a gentle bump of his hips which caused the door to shut with a soft sound. The sound of a grandfather clock softly ticking away played throughout the home with its constant melody as he strolled over to the kitchen with a slight wobble to his steps. The large home seemed a bit too quiet for his liking; there had to be more
Father! Male! Belarus x Mother! Reader by DoISeemLikeICare, literature
Literature
Father! Male! Belarus x Mother! Reader
Father! Male! Belarus x Mother! Reader
"Knives"
One day in April, you sat on your porch, soaking up the sunlight. It was about 3, and you were drinking tea and watching your husband and daughter play in the sun, among the flowers. You sighed, correcting yourself mentally. Not playing. Practicing. For what, you didn't know, but there they were. Though your daughter was only 9, she was very, very good at what she did with her father.
You watched her long white-blonde hair swish as she sparred with her father, a knife in her hand. She held it in an obviously deadly position, and her dangerous (e/c) eyes flashed sha
RussiaXReader Happiness by pokemonsoulsm, literature
Literature
RussiaXReader Happiness
RussiaXReader Happiness
Everyone is scared of me everyone. I'm alone I don't know what to do. Should I smile and pretend everything is okay?... Yes, that's what I think I'll do.
"This is where you live?" you asked the Lithuanian with wide eyes. The mansion he lived in was huge, it was positively wonderful. Toris laughed softly and rubbed the back of his head. "It really is a nice place, it's just that Ivan isn't the most pleasant person to live with," Toris admitted and watched as you admired the place. You blinked in surprise at the mention of the Russian, Toris didn't mention him often but when he did, it wasn't usually n