Buddy Boris Novels & Stories

Milo laughed, "Imagine waking up to the news your family sold you off for something so meager, bloody pigs." They were out of the door now, and they met with Boris, who was Russian and Milo's assistant. The man was larger than everyone in the room, with white hair and green eyes that were as cold as Milo's, so Zayne didn't need to wonder how they got along so well. As far as he knew, they met at one of Milo's boxing sprees, and Boris was the only one who came close to overthrowing Milo. Boris looked distracted, watching the stage with so much interest that Milo had to tap him on the shoulder and say, "I see you letting your guard down."

“I don’t think you know this, but when the whole mission started…you know, trying to recover the Brennan money, both of us were candidates because we were unmarried.” I’m astonished by this and it’s evident in my facial expression. “Really?” Boris nods. “And I, being the fool I’ve always been, allowed him to have you. I always had a lifelong dream of remaining a bachelor and didn’t want anything to spoil it.” To think that right now, I might be with Boris, was insane. I’d be under his roof, yes, but would I have fallen in love with him? It’s impossible to say. I detested Boris as much as I did Igor. I’d like to think that what Igor and I have is special, so I’ll say no. I don’t think I would

"Latest from AI Life—companion bot, not even out yet." AI Life sat under the Blackwood Group umbrella, tech whiz kid. "Loaded with smarts—plays games, teaches, chats you up. Part tutor, part pal..." Buddy nodded along like he got every word. "Whoa, so cool!" "You like?" "Love it." Buddy went through the motions, hooking an arm around his neck for a quick peck on the cheek. Not his favorite grandpa, so one kiss it was. Alexander boomed a laugh, swinging back with one on the boy's face.

Boris and an unfamiliar man. She runs excitedly to hug the unfamiliar man. He's just as tall as Boris, a lot leaner, younger, attractive with black hair and black eyes and he has a smile on his face as Annika hugs him. He looks so happy to see her as well as he lifts her off the ground.

AUTHOR’S POV: Carson walked angrily as he headed to his house, he could feel eyes on him but he didn’t care. For someone that old he looked very young and handsome with a blonde, a very muscular body complemented his look, he stood tall about 6’7, and had the sexiest body stature ever. It was a pity he didn’t have a mate though every female species even some males would do anything to lay on his bed and whoever did always wished to go back, especially Sonia {she is in charge of female affairs across the paranormal world}.

His face did not want to be shown to me, but it seems that his name was Yegor and I had already recalled his other phrases before. "What this time... He's his own enemy... Chose him... The dead make no claims... Ballast... Dragging you to the bottom... You can't save... What they took from the store.. Your boss has already been put on the wanted list... That he will sing... You drown yourself..." I took a drag, thinking about the memory. Bos has already been put on the wanted list... Boris said that we met through his partner Artur. Could it be that he was the boss, the owner of the jewelry store that was allegedly robbed? So I worked at that store?

He had refilled his thermal flask with a fresh brew of tea several times as he waited. Finally, a car pulled up, but it was speeding, which was completely out of character for Lucas' usual driving style. Confusion creased Frances' brow as the driver emerged. "Excuse me," the man addressed the crowd, "is Frances Yaeger here?" "Yes, that's me. Is there anything you need with? You can take your time explaining." Frances recognized him. "Aren't you Mr. Murray's bodyguard?" Even though Frances called him a bodyguard, Boris Banner was actually a former soldier. Boris had been Lucas' longtime bodyguard. While his appearance looked unassuming, he possessed a resolute gait.

Before the doctor could answer my question, a commotion at the entrance snagged our attention. My forehead creased when I saw Luna Erin’s former mate, the one she called Boris, enter the emergency room, his eyes searching, and when he spotted the doctor and me, he went straight in our direction. Eyeing him with trepidation, I watched his progress with a guarded look. “I am Boris, former Beta of the Red Stone Pack.” Dr. Morris shook hands with him, and they started talking. Call it eavesdropping, but I had no intention to leave my spot.

I ask as I take a large gulp of my drink enjoying the burning trail it leaves in its wake. “Anya. Anya Fedorov. Her Father, my very close friend— bless his soul,” Boris pauses, offering a moment of silence to the dead, “Betrothed her to me. She lived with me for a few days after the death of her father, swearing that she loved me, only to abscond with all my money and valuables as well as pieces of jewelry belonging to my other wives!” Boris says squeezing his hands tightly into a fist. Ivanov bursts into laughter at the lies. Full deep belly laughter that has tears rolling down his eyes. I give him a look, telling him to keep his amusement under control.

Boris shoved both of his hands in his back pockets - Watching his only reason for living – Being driven away. “Goodbye Runt”