Buddy Boris Novels & Stories

Ashley. “Are you sure you guys are cool?” Boris asked. He had a glass of beer on his left while his cigarette was on his right. The odour from his mouth filled the air as he spoke and I felt uncomfortable with that. I couldn’t voice out though, maybe he wouldn’t react so nicely to that. “Of course, Arch, we just had a little conversation, nothing more,” I replied. My voice— firm. He exhaled and had a quick gulp from the glass.

Thinking that it's too embarrassing if he sees me that way. This is not the first time that I was handed these lots of money. I once earned money like this from Beck. But this is the first time someone has tipped me this much. I can't imagine that I was tipped this much plus my salary from Beck. I can get Noiney already from this. "What's your name?" I asked. I went to his side and just watched the dance floor. I didn't touch him. Just stood beside him. "Adam," he said.

the men responded in unison, faces red, muscles trembling under the relentless weight of punishment. These were the same men who had accompanied Matthew to the fateful transaction with Mr. Kuznetsov, the bearded Russian traitor who had almost ended the young heir’s life. Ten had left with him, but only five returned. They were punished not just for failure—but for nearly losing their boss’s son. Theo was among them, silently mourning the comrades who had died, but he could not show it; survival demanded obedience. His heart thumped painfully as he replayed the moment that had almost been his last—the gun barrel aimed at his head, the moment before fate intervened.

The last thing I wanted was to look like an uninformed fool in front of his brother. "Just that I'm trying to keep La Rosa going and we can mention the meeting with Boris Lev, keeping aside the part where Lia Lev was acting all crazy." "I see," I blurted. "Boris is a family friend?" "Yeah. A friend of my Dad but things turned south real quick and he withdrew everything he invested when my dad died. The only friend who has been able to stick with us is—" "Yeah, I know that one," I blurted. "The nice cop."

Tony and Buddy. Hamming like she used to do when in good mood, Yhera's voice was almost in its full magnitude of joy. She started hamming a song while walking to the car park of her condo to look for her Montero. She was even smiling as she remembered Buddy. Buddy will be coming home. He's been in Australia for almost three (3) years now. Buddy is her great friend for almost a decade now. They met in an organization and at the onset both of them feel light about each other. She could tell Buddy everything that she feels and Buddy was her crying shoulders. Buddy is single. Too career driven and looking forward to earn his millions; Buddy has no time for love according to him. Yhera is confide

“His son is Mateo, Mateo caldwell, my ex bully” “Mateo? OMG” She said when the memory sinks in “The same mateo who caused me to go see a therapist for years” I said Ryan was my friend from college, she knew about how I struggled with confidence, social anxiety and so many other things that I had to go see a therapist, she was there with me through every step of the way. She is and will always be my best friend. “I'm so sorry” she hugged me when she was on the verge of tears.

“Don’t let people know.” “I’m sorry. My Luna,” He bowed slightly to Chanda. “My name is Boris and I am the pack house’s cook.” He said proudly. “Oh. Nice to meet you.” Chanda held out a hand to him. “I think your pastries, especially the bread, are just divine. Really good.” Boris’ eyes literally sparkled as he shook her hands. “Thank you, my luna. I will make them more specially, now that I know you love it.”

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

Nick came to meet me and asked me to meet his pack because he said we are going to stay there for a few days after our marriage so I went to meet the members of his pack. His pack's name is Blue Stone Pack. It is a little away from the city side and the place is green and beautiful. I met his Alpha first. His name is Atlas Myles Rozell and he was so curt and emotionless that I shivered as soon as he looked back into my eyes. His eyes were emotionless. But surprisingly he turned out to be Nick's childhood friend along with Scott— his beta friend and Thomas, his second Beta friend. Wow, I thought Nick had no friends but he proved me wrong.