Buddy Boris Novels & Stories

in college, he worked as a mechanic during the day, and at night worked as a loader at the docks. Once Rose, who often visited him, decided to tell him the truth. Boris then already was the owner of the city and successfully conducted his business. The old she-wolf believed that he would at least be interested in his younger brother, and that after meeting Alyosha and confirming his relationship, he would arrange his life. Alyosha was not impressed by this, because Boris was a bandit and a murderer, but it interested Kokhan, who also came to visit him and accidentally overheard Rosa's story.

I typed in the word Boris and lots of conversations popped up. The bastard hadn’t lied, and good enough for me—Boris was a sugar daddy who loved toying with kids… a fucking pedophile… Oh, I’d have my fun with him… without an ounce of guilt.

"Are you always this fast, or am I just lucky enough to be bowled over today?" Ayra blinked up at him. He was tall, with tousled black hair and a hint of stubble on a chiseled jawline. His dark gray eyes sparkled with amusement. He wore a charcoal button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms dusted with scars and veins, and slacks that told her he wasn’t just lounging around the manor. She took a step back, regaining her composure. "Sorry. I wasn’t paying attention." "No harm done," he said easily. He looked at her a moment longer, then grinned. "You must be Ayra. I’m Boris. Lucian's cousin."

I got lost in it—completely—forgetting everything else. Which is why Valeri’s expression hit me so hard when the music stopped. She walked up to us with her fiancé, her arm looped through his, her eyes fixed on Boris. “Valeri,” I started, smiling, “I want you to meet—” “Borislav Uleev.” The name cut through the air, sharp and cold. Alan was staring at Boris like he wanted to tear him apart—and somewhere deep inside, I felt a flicker of satisfaction. Of course. Business rivals.

“ Boss, I finished fixing those cameras. Would you like me to hook them up?” Creed asked holding them in his hands “Yes.” “ you okay sir?” Creed asks “ Yes, I'm fine.” “ Are you sure? You look heartbroken” he mocked drawing tears with his finger down his cheek “ how can I be heartbroken when me and her aren’t even together?” I hissed “ say that to your face” he chuckled walking away “ fucking prick” I mumble to myself

Carson asked. "You might do this to your friend at some point but not to your little brother, right?" Boris asked with a dramatic heartbroken expression " I can't believe you even threatened to kick me out of the running car although I won't mind watching you both fuck. I am a great watcher if you ask me." "Shut up, Boris!" Dante and I both snapped after we heard him say that he is going to watch us fuck.

Boris said. It was obvious that these two haven't seen each other for more than just a while. However, even though Boris was a very free spirited person, he didn't think it was appropriate to discuss personal matters in front of the lady with Jason. He thought she was stunning but he knew she must be someone very special for Jason to bring her here, to even be with her in the first place. He could also feel the bond that was between the two of them, it was so strong and it felt like something only mates could possess. "Boris, this is Jasmine, my soul mate. Jasmine this is Boris, a very close friend of mine," Jason said, getting the introductions out of the way.

Chase asked leaning back in the cushioned chair, his eyes not leaving her face. “Yes.. please…” Cara replied with great difficulty again swallowing the lump in her throat. “Okay I will help your friend and save her from these bastards” he said pointing towards his friends who were staring at their friend curiously. It was very rare that Chase would interrupt his friends when they bully people for no reason. Most of the time he just sits besides them doing his own thing and letting them do whatever they want. ‘So what’s gotten into him today’ both John and George were curious to know.

His eyes sparkled with admiration, though he concealed it behind a stoic expression. With brows furrowed, he thought, 'Poor Trixson, she is so tired from taking poses the whole day and she still manages to be nice to me. I love her so much, if only she allowed me to hug her and take care of her.' "Do you want a massage?" Boris asked shyly, his deep voice carrying a hint of nervousness. It was strange for others to see such a built man act shyly in front of a woman. Those who had met him only that day could already see his undying love for Trixson. Too bad she was too blind to see it.

Tearing my eyes away from the activities that went on around this dimly lit room, my eyes scanned the bar area for a certain Boris who liked to drink while cheering everyone on. He made himself easily accessible to everyone down here, as that was a strategy for him to get information from drunk people who didn't mind divulging information about themselves. "Boris," I called out as soon as I got to the bar. His smile faded before he even turned to look at me. Of course, he recognized my voice. And it made him nervous because he knew he had done wrong. Then he smiled, broader this time. "Maruska! Feels good to see you. I thought you wouldn't be back this soon."