Buddy Boris Novels & Stories

The firelight danced across his face, softening the edges of his features. “He did love once,” he said after a moment. “His mate. A powerful she-wolf from the Eastern Ridge.” Serena leaned forward slightly, drawn in. “She left him,” Alexandro continued, voice calm, low. “For someone else. A warrior from her own pack. She broke the bond, publicly. It humiliated him. Wounded him in a way no blade ever could.” Serena’s lips parted. “That must have destroyed him.” “It did,” Alexandro said. “But he didn’t show it. Not the way others do. He buried it. Deep. And let the bitterness shape him.”

“Maybe the father of that baby she’s carrying.” “Boris is one of my most trusted men. He’s on our side!” I retorted, trying to affirm his presence as an ally while ignoring Luther’s provocation. He was hurt, and it showed. Before I could continue, Boris leaned back and delivered a quick blow to Luther—a movement so fast I barely blinked. “Please show more respect for Faina, you idiot! I’ve known Faina since she was a child. She’s like a daughter to me,” Boris defended me, and I struggled to hide a grateful smile.

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 leans his hands against the glass and takes deep breaths before looking back at me. "Boris Federov was a small-time gangster with control of a few clubs back in those days. He wasn't strong and he wasn't important, but he was friendly with me and he was friendly with Don Russo, and that mattered. He approached me one night saying Don Russo wants to speak about ending the war, and so I agreed to go to the meeting. We were losing, but it was a bloody, vicious war, and it was costing both sides a lot of lives. Don Russo was ready to put an end to it, and I had little choice. But like I said, the sickness hit me, and so Manuel went in my place.

I shove a hoodie into my bag, zipping it shut. “Surprised you didn’t kill him honestly. You have anger issues” “I don’t have anger issues. And I don't just kill people "I slide my bag over my shoulder. “Yeah, okay. Felix and I were gonna stop by today. Didn’t know if it would be to much though” “Wouldn’t be for me. Would be nice to have company sense. I just lay there with an unconscious mate. "I make my way to the door, and Reed stops me.

This made Jayce and his friends collapse into fits of laughter. "She's a firecracker," one of them commented. "I can see why you two hit it off." After Jayce had stopped laughing, he straightened up and shook his head. "Do I look like a vigilante to you?" "You could be," Lexi suggested. "Like the Dexter of bullies." "Dexter... as in... that serial killer from the show?" Jayce's mate asked. "Hmm, yes the one who only killed other serial killers." Lexi nodded and turned to Jayce. "You could be a bully who bullies other bullies."

He had high hopes that maybe this time, his father would consider his feelings that maybe the old man finally came to his senses and was now more open to the idea that he was family? No, the bastard chose to drive him off after the formal introductions. Borris did not care of the girl, he just wanted to be in he same room as Teresa. She had given him a little smile when their eyes met and Boris was convinced that Teresa feels more than a friend. It could have been him and not Clay. That did not happen. Once again, Quentin Wesley Black have made his point---that Borris LaRue was his son ,yes, but not trusted enough.

Boris would lay down his life for Sitnikov and in turn for Sitnokov's woman. "No," she said, shaking her head. His head came up, his eyes darkening. She was pulling her black, lacy bra into place. He halted her, shackling her wrist. "Jane," he said her name warningly. She continued to shake her head, bringing her other hand up to gently trace the scar that ran down his jaw and bisected some of his older tattoos. "No, I'm sorry Vlad. I won't leave you without Boris. You need him. I can trust him to protect you with his life, he won't let anything happen to you while I'm gone. You need your right hand by your side. I won't go if you plan on sending him away when you need him."

Mom said irritably. " Brian's father owes Big D, apparently Mr. Tremblay isn't just some wealthy businessman, he has men who do dirty work for Big D, in order words he trains boys to become assassins for Big D's use." My mom dropped her wine glass and sat up on the chair. " I'm gonna need you to sit down Mason." " Fine" Mason said sitting down. " Go on"

Creed retorted. Boris, not affected, just looked at his nails, “Yeah, and I am happy to be single. Now go back there.” What I like about Boris is he has no filter and just says whatever he needs to be. He’s not even threatened by his cousin being the past ”Ravager” who could kill him in seconds if he wanted to. A perfect match for a not-so-talkative type like Creed. He just brings out the childishness in Creed that I didn’t know he had. “I am proud you managed to pull this off,” I interjected between their banter.