Buddy Boris Novels & Stories

“Alright, my humble daughter just try to be polite, when you meet him and once the deal has been made you don't have to meet him again. It's just that till the deal is finalized you need to meet him quite a few times. So be polite." "And yes when he mentioned his father being my childhood friend, he was right, Norman Harris and I did play together when we were kids and went to the same school, you can say that we were good friends but after he fell in love and moved to Ireland we lost touch with each other. Although we did meet a few times when I had gone abroad for business, it's been quite a few years since I last met him. I would be very happy to meet him again when he comes to Michigan.”

This is so unfair. "What your mother said isn't true. I didn't kill your father." "I also have to apologize for being suspicious of you. I have to give you the benefit of the doubt." He lies down next to me and pulls me to his chest. I close my eyes and sigh. Why is this being so hard? *** I am confused as I watch Boris get ready. The suit was perfectly aligned on his body. "Where are you going?" "I have to go to the casino today. Do you wish to go with me?"

How could I ever forget those brown eyes, trimmed, his annoying mane and slicked back hair, how could I ever forget those lustful coffee brown eyes, if Boris wasn’t standing next to him, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have been able to control myself. “What took you so long?” Boris close in on me grabbing me by the hand and dragging me to the lounge chair he was sitting in the packhouse’s lobby. Boris and I have been friends for a while now, his father used to be a friend of my father’s so naturally, we got close. “What do you want Boris?” I demanded before I saw Eric coming down the stairs that led up to the administrative office of the pack with Jaden's presence. “I’m broke, my pack lost a lot of m

I suppose it was probably time for me to address that. Turning back to Boris, I gave him a small smile; I had him pegged wrong from the beginning. He wasn’t a snobby rich man; Nikini might be a snobby rich woman, but Boris was nothing like that. He seemed to genuinely care about his family and care about his city. He was the Alpha and the head detective, sworn to protect his city.

he said. I tensed and instinctively stepped back, his touch bringing back the sting of memories I thought I’d left behind. This was the same guy who’d twisted my wrist in high school, forcing me to clean the classroom on his day, just because he had a football match. His grip had left bruises , his fingers leaving red marks as he forced me to do his dirty work. He’d been cruel, manipulative, and heartless. And now? Now, he was calling me sweetheart like we were some long-lost friends.

I rose my brows, surpised at his confession. He continued "But my friend, Carlos...." He gestured his head to the 'Carlos' in his sentence. He was a tall, dark haired guy also having a blunt between his fingers. He was dancing with a girl with wild and bright red hair, and when he looked up, I was able to get more of his facial features. Carlos. I widened my eyes, fixing my focus on him. Isn't that Carlos the half Mexican guy from highschool? I blinked slowly, recalling how he had dared me years ago to make Kieran horny and I ended up getting rejected when I desired a kiss from my ex bully.

I don't know if he saw me looking through my blinds are not but I quickly felt nervous that he maybe caught me staring at him and quickly closed my blind. I can't believe he called me a bore in front of their friends. Was that really necessary? I never did a thing wrong to that boy. In fact, as I said already, I used to have a big crush on my brother's best friend. He was much kinder when he was younger and would allow me to follow around behind them even when my brother would try to make me leave them alone. Sean had already defended me and made my brother leave me alone, but now it seems he is happy with embarrassing me in front of our classmates.

Hannah introduced her friends Melissa and Adele, Melissa's security guards who were a couple that looked straight out of a fashion magazine, Rubens who was clearly drooling over my sister, and finally Boris, a charming man wearing an elegant suit without a tie. Boris was tall with very short hair and a well-groomed beard that gave him a certain charm, as if it reinforced his evident masculinity. At first glance, he seemed very serious, but when he shook my hand, he flashed such a beautiful smile that it made him seem even more impressive.

I scanned the bustling hall twice, searching for that distinctly commanding figure of his, but there was no sign of him anywhere. About half an hour later. "Impressive speech, Ms. Ashley." A deep, cello-like voice spoke from above me. I looked up instantly. It was Boris, the bear leader who controlled the massive transportation network. He stood there, holding a glass of bourbon, his demeanor effortlessly gentlemanly. "You're too kind, Chief Boris." I rose gracefully from my seat, offering him a polite smile in return.

his tone was unenthusiastic. He was confused by the impression he got from their first meeting. Kelsey was hot as hell, anyone can see that. She was probably the hottest girlfriend he had ever had. Finding her in a bookstore and talked about Charles Bukowski the way they did was what hooked him in the first place. He had never met a girl who was as enthusiastic about the dead poet as he was.