Vlad X Danny Novels & Stories

“You should call me sometimes. We could have interests in common.” Despite the presence of the blonde, Vlad gave me a vibe, and I smiled and said I thought we just might. After he left, I asked the bartender about him. “Vladi Vodka,” he said, showing me a bottle. “He supplies most of the clubs on the Beach.”

Adrian rolled his eyes at the bad timing of Bratva Pakhan however he didn’t stop his little work. As soon as Vladimir’s eyes fell on the scene in front of him, his almost naked wife on his enemy’s lap with his hand inside her panty, the monster inside him broke out. “YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” Vladimir growled like a wounded beast and advanced towards them with his gun. Behind him was his brother and father with their army. But Adrian’s men on the way blocked his path. They pointed their guns at the Bratva Pakhan. Isaac and their men pointed guns at them too. Dmitry pulled Mia’s body in ahead with a gun pointed at her temple.

He pointed at the chair next to him and said, “Sit down. Eat with me.” Colin sat down and tried not to puke from the sharp smells that drifted from the food on the table. He filled his plate with some red-looking soup and looked at Vlad who was devouring a pig's feet. Fat dripped down his beard while he chewed loudly. Vlad burped and said, “So Colin. Let’s get straight to the point. I am impressed by the way you do business. You have gotten my attention, so I am proposing an alliance to strengthen the world of men once more.”

Murmurs rippled through the group. "He's telling the truth," Kyle said quietly beside Natzy. She turned to him. "What?" "He's a genius," Kyle said, his gaze fixed on Naro. "He sees patterns most people don't." "A game?" Natzy repeated, skeptical. "VEDRAH is a trial ground," Kyle said. "We're judged here. Hunted by what we've done. The worst of what we are." Natzy's chest tightened. 'Hunted by my crimes.' The words echoed in her mind.

Dennis Yankovich would have attested to that if he still had a tongue to tell tales with. "No blood. Understood?" Vlad said sharply. "It will not do to go to war with them." "Understood boss." Vlad cracked his knuckles and contemplated the hidden curves of the policewoman underneath her shapeless clothes. One day soon those curves would be revealed to him. His deadly eyes flickered as he thought of all the ways he could bring that stubborn spirit of hers to heel. He hoped that she would fight him, it would make the chase more interesting. Perhaps he would visit her again, make sure he wasn't imagining the intense attraction that had sizzled between them in the dimly lit interrogation room.

Killan is telling a story to a friend. Vlad's heart swelled with joy as he beheld the radiant countenance of his friend, who regaled him with tales of his mate. Vlad knew better than to interfere with the passionate bond between his dear friend and his mate. It was not his place to cast judgment or sow seeds of doubt in their amorous connection. "By the way, how are those f*cking Werewolf Council doing?" As they rode in the car, Vlad's sudden inquiry pierced the silence. Killan simply shrugged in response to Vlad's question. He was completely unaware of what the council was up to. He remained indifferent to their actions.

Jessica leaned in slightly from the side, trying to catch the low words, brows knit in confusion. Father and son stood locked in a silent, furious staring contest like two predators sizing up who would blink first. No one refuses to back down and Dante clearly wasn’t going to let anyone have their way with him or Aurelia. All of a sudden, Dante’s phone vibrated sharply in his pocket. He fished it out without breaking eye contact. Vladimir. His best friend and the only person he could trust in this twisted world and his political family. He swiped to answer, already lifting it to his ear. Before he could speak- Vladimir’s voice cut him. “Dante.”

the commander replies and prefers nothing at all. “GOOD, let’s get down to business, my name is VLAD but most people call me DRACULA.”

Daemonikai’s insides turned cold, like a dash of ice water had been forced down his throat. Dread filled his gut. "It's me, V.D." "How dare you invade my space? I should rip your throat out." Vladya was looking at him but not seeing him. His eyes were wild with an intent to kill.

Dylan said, not caring about the many people around who might overhear. "Ry, Mr. Darwin Vlad is one of the greatest and successful businessmen in the country, he's also my friend," Dylan formally introduced his conversation partner. "Mr. Hendricks, you flatter me so much, no need for an introduction like that. It's not like I'm richer than you. Besides, you really have a good taste in choosing your partner." "Of course, I'm always up for the best," Dylan said with a grin. "Nice meeting you Mr. Hendricks," Mr. Vlad politely introduced himself and extended his hand towards me.