Boris Pavlikovsky Novels & Stories

“You are the leader of the USA, Valerie. Why does it seem like you forget yourself? You need other leaders. If you think they are on your side, you overestimated your influence. That’s why I’m not afraid of dying, because others will carry on with the fight.” “Why are you doing this, Boris?” Valerie’s voice trembles. “We are tired of ranking second, and you allowing it.” “Why do you want Esther, anyway?” She asks. “In the cell you said you didn’t like vampires.” “I want her for torture, of course. I have more than enough ghost orchids to...” Boris’s body lands in a thud on the wall on the other side of the arena. He lifts his hand up to cast some spell, but before he is able to say something

Third Person Point of View: “What the fuck is this?” Viktor asked, frowning at the sight of the men carrying the crate. The men brought in the boxes that were arriving from nearby families who were pledging their loyalty to Esteban, and this in specific was for Viktor. “It came to you, from Alexei Aslanov” one of the men said, looking down at his feet, avoiding his and the Alpha’s eyes. They knew the punishment for trying to do so, and each one of them wanted to keep that head of his over his shoulders.

Which made it even more terrifying, because announced violence was predictable, but kindness coming from someone like him could only hide something terrible. “And you are?” Carla asked, proud that her voice didn’t tremble. The corner of his mouth moved. Almost a smile. “The reason Alexei should never have been a Rurik.” The room fell silent. Carla felt her heart race, but she held his gaze. “You are the patriarch of the Demidovs.” “I have been called many things over the centuries. Patriarch. Monster. Assassin. Heretic.” He tilted his head slightly. “But you may call me Boris.”

I giggle, unable to stop myself. She is so cute! "Atlas Myles Rozell? Is he a werewolf, too?" My dad's eyes widen as he asks me. I laugh at his reaction, nodding my head and saying, "Yes! Atlas Myles Rozell is a young businessman, holding the position of a shareholder in your company. I was also surprised to meet him. I mentioned you to him and he agreed on your company's profit share. You give him a very handful amount, dad!" I grin at him.

The councillor of the Bratva and his ex father in law, BORIS SOKOLOV! “Boris?” he said in a low whisper which held his shock. He cleared his throat and forced the words out of his mouth. “I didn’t expect to see you here, today.” Boris let out a low chuckle at his words as he took heavy predatory steps towards Klaus Barbieri. “Well, I didn't want to come, trust me. But I couldn't stop myself from coming here and seeing the man’s audacity and courage to marry another girl just after one year of my daughter’s death.”

He looked down into my eyes. "You're not cramping anything sweetheart, you're just a new chapter I get to explore and enjoy," he said sincerely and I smiled as I kissed him back sweetly. "Let's go get your babies back and call your parents. Let's get in the vehicle. I might have an idea of where the assholes headed," Boris stated firmly and Trym and I followed him as I dialed my dad, getting no answer once again. We had been driving for several hours. Trym told us Mystrel had left as soon as he returned from the underground and sped off in one of the Mercedes already at the home. Boris asked me to try and contact my parents again, since they hadn't answered my last several calls. My father f

You do not sit in front of the Pakhan unless you are invited to. “Ummmm—— my wife is missing.” Boris says, his eyes flicking between the bulk that is Ivanov me. I knew Boris Sidorov very well, although unfortunately so. He was Maksim Fedorov's closest confidante and companion. They both were alike in more ways than one. Boris was married to two women, and right now they were both in his house planning his demise. “I chto eto svyazano so mnoy ?” And what does this have to do with me? I ask him as I turn some scotch from a tumbler into my glass.

“Scram. I have nothing more to say to you. You don’t deserve it!” Boris’ attitude stunned Ruby and Steven, who stood frozen on the spot. They had wholeheartedly thought that Boris was there for Steven, but that was obviously a far cry from reality. Boris, the son of the minister of education, did not even know the two of them! Boris put on a smile again as he bowed slightly before Javier. “Sir, you’re here too. What a coincidence!” “Coincidence, my *ss!” Javier’s retort shocked everyone else.

The truth was obscured, shrouded in a haze of uncertainty, and Reid, accustomed to being in control, found himself navigating treacherous waters. Boris Ivanov, a towering figure with a gaze as penetrating as the winter winds of his homeland, entered the study with a brisk nod. His presence exuded an air of quiet authority, cultivated during his years as an enforcer for the Russian Bratva. Reid motioned for him to proceed with the report. "Mr. Carter, I've gathered information on Bella Livingston as per your request," Boris began, his accent adding a layer of intrigue to the already mysterious atmosphere. "Background checks, recent activities, associates. It's all here."

Every single nerve in my body came to life, erasing every rational thought in my body. Wetness pooled in my center and I was more than certain that if he wanted to fuck me right there on that wall, I wouldn’t resist. “Sir?” A voice said, breaking up apart. I scrambled away from him and avoided looking at Markos or Derek—the one who’d interrupted us. “What?” Markos asked a little bit too aggressively. “Ivan is asking for you,” Derek answered. I could see him staring at me but I didn’t dare look at him. He scrambled away soon after, leaving Markos and me there.