Buddy Boris Novels & Stories

I floored the gas and sped straight to the hospital. Once we got there, I immediately contacted the parents of both male leads and my dear father-in-law, Thomas Grant. The moment they heard what happened, they all booked the earliest red-eye flights and rushed back overnight. While they were in the air, I took advantage of the downtime to quickly pull my funds, unwind positions, and shut off the keys to the Grant family's master access account. The male lead in the book had been born into a family of financiers and was a true prodigy of capital operations and venture investments—a top-tier trader by any standard. And yet, somehow, he'd fallen hopelessly in love with a woman as toxic as Stell

“Please.” Boris allowed her some relief, turning back to me again. He spoke in Russian again, addressing his people, and soon they left the room, leaving only the three of us inside. He smiled again. Cold black eyes danced with menace as he pulled his phone, sitting back on the couch comfortably. “Tell me where your brother is, Jake West,” he said, “or I’ll put this video up online.” I heard it then, Bobbie’s cry for help. Priya gasped behind him as Boris turned his phone to show me the most devastating sight I could ever see.

“No, no, no. This isn’t my house. I’m just staying at my friend’s house.” “Oh. That explains it.” Boris heaved a sigh of relief. He then turned and looked at me with a grin. I somewhat felt guilty and dared not meet his eyes, so I lowered my head and stared at my toes. It was a “debtor” and “fuck buddy” instead of a “friend”, to be precise. “Thank you for giving me a ride.” “You’re welcome. Bye.” Boris waved at me and sped off on his bicycle. I stood still and watched him ride away until he disappeared.

Sext Buddy: [I’d do anything to fuck you right now. Alicia muffled her screams again, unsure of what to send back to him. It was funny because she was and always has been a horny nineteen year old virgin and she didn’t even know the guy she’s been sexting since summer. She had found his number on her phone and decided to text him and they’d started talking and ended up becoming sext buddies. He said things to her, things she could only fantasize about and she loved it. She wanted to meet him so badly but at the same time, she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle it if they met.

With his moustache and bulky upper body, Boris looked like a big brother despite his disability. “You must never sign any contracts you cannot read!” the brown-haired ex-fencer chided. “Don’t trust anyone easily, even if they are good people! You could get cheated by someone else who has ulterior motives!” Who knew that the defeated swordsman would still have some fight left in him? His gentle nature remained, but he transformed from a docile teddy bear with his protective instincts raging into a fierce grizzly bear. Akiko saw at once why Zen selected him. His decisive and firm resolution made him rational in any situation. If Ryan weren’t already the party leader of Oasis, Boris would make

I frowned and pushed the weapon towards the ground. "Chill out Ash, these are the good guys. My friends Boris, his mate Ardon and my son Remus," I mumbled sourly and he relaxed, putting the gun back in its holster and raising his hand in greeting. "Ash, huh, hopefully you will be Maddy's last mate, she's had pretty bad luck in that department," Boris announced with sarcasm. I glared at him as he shook Ash's hand. Ash shook all their hands and they all started examining the weapons he had brought.

Boris glanced down at me and Sasha and shook his head. "Ivan's going to have a vein burst in his forehead," he muttered. I scooted out from under Sasha and searched for my sweatpants. "Shine that light over that way, I need my clothes. Also, did the messenger mention anything about the king's champion returning?" I questioned. Boris told me that the messenger hadn't mentioned Bryce. "You want to explain to me how you just walked into the Rogue Alpha's camp and home?" I inquired as I glanced over my shoulder at him. Boris scrunched his mouth before he eyed me candidly.

What the fuck happened to him? Behind him stand some burly men in black suits with stern expressions, surely Bryan Tatum’s bodyguards. They appear rather frustrated, likely having struggled to prevent Caden from barging in—but he managed it anyway. That’s just how much of a pain in the ass he is. As Bryan’s eyes scrutinize Caden, he inquires, “Him?” “Yup. He’s the bully stepbrother I mentioned.” Bryan rises from his seat, extending his hand in a mature handshake. “Hey, man.”

It was mostly his friends who did the physical bullying, but sometimes Steve would intervene and stop them. He wasn't really a bad boy, just a teenager like me. Suddenly, Maggie interrupted us with a serious expression on her face. "Listen guys, I have to tell you something," she said, and we stopped to listen. "I found out who hurt you," she said, worry etched on her face. "It was Russia's most powerful mafia king, Sebastian Federico. His men are the ones who hurt you both." "You've got to be kidding me!" I exclaimed, unable to believe what I was hearing.

The silence stretched too long. “Speak,” Boris said quietly. “Before I lose patience.” “Yes!” Justin blurted out quickly. “Yes, we’re best friends!” Boris nodded slowly, as if confirming something to himself. “Interesting,” he murmured. Then he tilted his head slightly. “Did you also plan with them or rather your best friend to move the stolen money into your fiancée’s account?” The room went still. My breath caught. “You… had a fiancée?” I asked, turning sharply to Justin.