Novel & Cerita Vlad Plasmius

"Care for a refreshing glass of juice? Nonalcoholic, I can assure you." "Who is that?!!" Bilal prompts, curiously eyeing Huxley's face and tuxedo. "My father's good friend and valet, now a good friend of mine," Vladimir replies with an endearing tone as he strides over toward Huxley and pats him on the back. "Glad to see you've made it on time." "This is so freaking cool!! Reminds me of batman comics!!" Bilal beams exuberantly. "Vladimir, are you actually a superhero in disguise?!"

"I am already at the Master Terminal, Aradaa. While you were playing hero in the dirt, I was taking back my city." Aradaa’s heart dropped. "Navia Tower. Vladya is there." "Vladya is a tool," the Architect said. "A sleeper command, woven into his DNA before you were even born. He didn't even know he was a traitor until the humming started. He has already opened the gates. The Vestige owns your manor. The formatting has begun." The projection started to fade, the blue light dimming. "You chose a single girl over a global empire. Now, you have neither."

He said like a true mentor "Okay, I see, thanks. I will visit Anna today. Are all the people she invited related to mafia?" Sapphire asked him. "Oh I have missed this out. Good, you asked. No, you are never to tell from which family you belong. Ronaldo , never use it as your surname. Tell everyone you are Sapphire "Williams". Our family go by this surname in country. We are known by everyone as renowned business tycoon." He told her firmly. "Okay, so if someone someone about my husband what do I tell?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

He stood up and faced the girl named Silvia. Catherine couldn't believe her ears. This girl was a witch? Do such things exist? All of a sudden she was hit by an old memory where Rasmus was abducted by a guy named Lennox, all piercings tatts, and charming. Rasmus had said he was a vampire. He wasn't lying... "She's of no use." Alonso gritted out as he raked his fingers through his hair glaring down at the floor.

, I demanded. He sat upright and sighed, looking at me critically. “Near death has not made you sentimental, I see”, he said. “There you go, talking like a suit again”, I said jokingly. “We now have a common enemy. His name is Vincenzo”, he said, getting off the bed. I looked up at him as he heaved slowly, causing his chest to rise and fall steadily. “Yes, we do. But he is practically untouchable and I am lucky to be alive so, what is it?”, I said.

“No. I already told you that’s a terrible idea. We have a plan.” I told Alexei everything, about my plan with Isolde and Tisha, and about the evidence we’d been collecting. He just looked at me coolly, like I was a child pitching a half-baked idea. “You’re not impressed, huh?” I crossed my arms, offended. “It’s a good plan. I never said it wasn’t.” “I’m guessing there’s a ‘but’ coming.” He chuckled softly. “I just want to add something. So Vlad has no way out. On top of your plan with Isolde, the evidence, and the arrangement with Darius.”

I staggered a little, and his hand shot out immediately to wrap around my upper arm. Tingles zinged through my veins, making me gasp. I opened my mouth to ask what this…this reaction meant when the door opened behind him. Vladimir stepped inside, glancing between us with the calm expression of someone who had already guessed what had happened. “Well,” he said mildly, closing the door behind him, “I see the secret is officially out.” I pointed at Viktor immediately. “You have glowing eyes, like him, too?” I blurted. “Yeah, that’s…yeah,” Vladimir said with a chuckle. “I wouldn’t say glowing.”

The warmth in his eyes vanished, replaced by a storm of fury and alertness. "Dammit," he cursed under his breath. "I didn't expect him to show up tonight." "Who is he, Ivan?" I asked again, my heart starting to pound. "Vladimir Kozlov," Ivan answered through gritted teeth. "My father's old business partner... and my worst enemy. He was banished years ago, but it seems he's back to collect old debts." Before I could ask more, the man in white—Vladimir—slowly raised his glass towards us, a mocking smile on his lips, and took a sip.

Luke’s father went back to stand by Luke’s mom while Luke stayed forward, and I went to join him. The priest, once again, handed me the knife. I cut a slit down my other hand and handed the knife to Luke who did the same. I spoke into the microphone. “I, Blake Wulfric, elect Lucas Hemming as my beta, to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside me.”

But the smile wasn’t his. “To file a petition for parental rights over my child with Saoirse, of course.” The words gutted me. Pain tore through me, ripping a scream from my throat. “You’re a monster! Let Renzo go! Who are you?!” He chuckled darkly, leaning close, his hand sliding over my swollen belly. “Shh. I’m Vlad. It was easy to steal your mate’s body, with help from one of my dearest daughters—Halo. She, too, was rejected by an Alpha. Witches scorned are dangerous, you know.” His laugh was sharp, cruel.