Boris Pavlikovsky Novels & Stories

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.

He turned to Pierre, nodding mockingly. “Too bad I have no time to send them invitation.” He shook his head as if he regrets it. “I did.” Pierre cuts in." I sent them an invitation, I figured you'd want them to witness your might." “Well-done, well-done. You have work hard, I didn't choose the wrong person to inherit your father's place.” He praised. I've had enough of his boasting, he needs to be humbled. “Boris Mstislav, Fifty years old, Russia lord. Rumors has it that no one has ever defeated you on combat, you're labelled as the combat master.” I introduced him to himself.

Liora stared at her screen, frowning. "Why would he go to the most dangerous prison in the world?" Liora began a deep dive into the inmate records of Black Raven. After breaching military-grade Russian firewalls for three hours, she found one name marked with a 'Red Notice': Boris Volkov. She dug deeper. She found old intelligence reports linking Boris Volkov to the massacre of the White family years ago. And at the very bottom of the document, there was a photo of an infant found at Volkov’s headquarters twenty-five years ago. The baby had a unique birthmark on his left shoulder.

Bella’s heart was racing when she stepped out of Linda’s office, the name of Viktor Pavlov ringing in her head. It provided her with a sense of understanding but made her even more afraid of the situation. Pavlov was not simply a man. He was a one-man band that had innumerable strings attached to different performers in different sectors, political regimes, as well as the underworld. And now, she was the target.

“Don’t let people know.” “I’m sorry. My Luna,” He bowed slightly to Chanda. “My name is Boris and I am the pack house’s cook.” He said proudly. “Oh. Nice to meet you.” Chanda held out a hand to him. “I think your pastries, especially the bread, are just divine. Really good.” Boris’ eyes literally sparkled as he shook her hands. “Thank you, my luna. I will make them more specially, now that I know you love it.”

Boris, a tall and muscled man, said, his eyes showing a hint of excitement with the idea. It really was baffling to Kaleb how his bodyguard was fond of the Disney Show. Boris claimed it was a favorite of his wife, but Kaleb doubted that. Still, he was good at what he did. He may be a softy on the inside, but he was all muscles and a black belter in martial arts. He was the best bodyguard for him and for his son, Liam. He sighed, shaking his head, and ordered, "Go get the car.”

The young wolf was not at all surprised that I called him by name, although we did not know each other, and instead of a man's handshake, he gallantly kissed my hand. - Kira Valerievna! he said velvety. - Please accept my condolences! Boris Sergeevich was a bright personality and a respected member of society. His departure was a terrible blow. - So it is, - I smiled restrainedly, assessing the lawyer. He tried his best to give the impression of someone who was in the subject, but I doubted that he single-handedly handled Boris's affairs. He was about thirty years old at most. Boris would have given preference to someone older, that is, Ibragimov the eldest, to whom his sons assisted as much

Alex POV Charlotte started training today, she isn’t as bad as she tried to tell me she was. She definitely lacks confidence in herself. Her right hook is something that can be feared. She knocked one of the men out with one hit. Her balance is great, speed could use some improvement and skill level isn’t half bad for someone who’s never trained before. But what she told me about her past would make sense. She needed to know how to protect herself so I guess a little fighting skills are better than none. Soon she will be great. I promised her that. Her determination to be able to stand with us in battle when needed is strong and adorable if you ask me. She’s been in her room since training e

“You were there?” He nodded. “I’m his head of security so usually I go where he goes unless it’s bratva business. Basically I’m his security when his Mr. Baranov, CEO of the Baranov Company. Boris is his security when it’s bratva work. Aleksei being his second he gets double duty. His job is to make sure Marek is always safe while also providing support in everything. Aleksei does the bratva side because that’s his job. He does the business side because he enjoys it.”