Vlad Plasmius Novels & Stories

Their consigliere, Vita Milano was quietly sipping his coffee. Next were the members of Ceanba Cosca from Rusgal Ceanbaof. The extremely handsome and charming leader, Vikentiy Vasiliev, his gorgeous wife, Olya and their consigliere Aziel Anderson who kept an eye on the security of the club via his phone. He was considered an IT genius.

"The Russian. Age. Inks. Whatever stands out." I covered my mouth and nearly shuddered, recalling the intimidating presence of that Russian guy. "Tall, broad shoulders. Light brown hair. Black and brown snake tattoos on his arms, hands, neck. Big scar on the right side of his face." "Ah. It's Vlad." Vlad? Oh shoot. It was the same name Lele mentioned earlier. "Who is he? Is he from Belgrade, too?" "I'm not sure. That guy's an ex-con." Niccolo spoke in a hushed tone. "He's one of Ilya's most trusted, Kel."

It's been a long time since she started to hate her mom and never say a pleasant word to her. Even though she is so adamant and rebellious daughter, fulfills whatever she loved always disobeying her mom's laws and telling her sometimes bad words. But she still loves her mom. She smiled and went into the dresser to prepare for the excursion. Now since she was already here and was about to enjoy her life. She Decided to forget everything about the quarrel between her mom and was ready to be a good daughter after this leisure. It is a bit weird but that's what she wanted to do. Resting his back in the swivel chair. Vladimir Weldon was well known as a ruthless affluent bratva in Russia. was so v

"While I will attack" "Vlad! You crazy b*stard!" Vlad stepped out holding his black AK-47. "Hello, motherf*ckers!" Judith knew the owner of this low voice. He turned with a grimace of mock and saw Vlad standing in front of him, holding a Kalashnikov. Vlad was a demon on the battlefield. They called him the Russian Bear for a reason. And as of now when ten super-trained mafia men are attacking him, he doesn't even seem worried.

"You know it could do you a lot good if you smile." "I'll remain like this until the day you take your last breath. Then I'll smile," my voice was quiet but it was well loaded with poison. Nikolai rolled his eyes. "Scary. Alright Hazel, I'll like to introduce you to my men, the Big three. The brute over here is Vladimir. He's a meathead so he doesn't say much." I looked up to see a mountain of a man in charcoal black tailored suit. He was made of pounds and pounds of muscles which threatened to burst through the fabric at any given time.

I tried to speak but no words came out. Lukas didn't say a word. His jaw tightened and his face as hard as a rock. I could tell he was extremely mad. “When did this happen?” “About an hour ago” “You could not call me?” “I didn't know how to tell you” Kate peered at him through tear-rimmed eyes. “I'm sorry” “Enough of that!” “We found signs of baneswort and wolfsbane in his body. Someone poisoned him on purpose” “Call my brother” my voice cut through the silent room. I turned to Lukas, my face lighting up with hope. “Call Axel. He has healing abilities. I'm sure he can bring Elian back”

He chuckled. “Did you do all this for the ball?” he questioned, running a finger from my head to my shoes. “I doubt Father changed his mind about taking the twins.” “He didn’t I just thought, as they weren’t feeling well, I could go-” “Don’t worry, you don’t have to convince me. I think it’s high time the other princes saw my gorgeous baby sister,” he chimed in, giving me that bright smile of his. Poles apart from everyone else in the family, Valerian is the only one that treated me like I am family. He is ten years older than me but is by far my favorite. I am happy that one day, he’ll be the one to rule Alvannia after my father.

I am too mad to say anything. I take a few minutes to calm down and analyze what I know about my mate. His name is Vladimir. He was born in 1998, which means he is 23 years old. His parents had been rogues. He has been a slave since he was 9. Time to meet Vladimir – my mate. "Wait here," I say to Mark. I enter the room he is in, and I growl. Vladimir is standing on the bed, and I can see he has been treated, and bandages cover his back. He wears a pair of ripped jeans covered in blood. He has no t-shirt on.

Vladmirie, named after the notorious Mafia King of Russia in the 18th century, Vlamirie Kumarin who was famous for it's gruesome tactics and ruthless nature. "So why don't you tell Marcus what happened that night?! Why are you hiding it from him!" Jessica demanded, her voice filled with frustration and concern. She couldn't understand why he doesn't tell Marcus the truth of that night. Keeping it a secret will bring nothing but more misunderstanding between the two. If one thing Jessica knows about that night was Caesar "Because he will blame himself for whatever happened that night, and I can't see my only brother suffering like that," replied Vladmirie, his voice filled with sadness.

he said sincerely and I nodded. "Viktor is an honorable man then," I asked again because if he hesitated, I'd break into Viktor's room and drag my son away, no matter what the two were doing. Vlad nodded and said that Viktor was a Slovakian tsar from the fifteenth century and his last name is Pokrvný and it's associated with blood in his home country. "I'm certain your father Mikhail knew him and if I recall they grew up together in Russia," he added and I shrugged not caring about anything to do with my late father.