Vladimir Novels & Stories

“Did you come to meet me?” Instead, Vladimir briefly gazed at his men in the shaby warehouse. Eight! They were only eight. He took out a cigar from his cigar case, put it in his mouth and lit it using his lighter while gazing at his sideways. “You are failing miserably, Kajio.” He shook his head in disappointment. Kajio’s eyebrows curled together. “Failing at what?” He demanded, meeting Vladimir's eyes head on. The man was known for his cruelty but in front of The Sinner his cruelty seemed mocking.

I asked. “That’s Declan. Vladimir’s son, and we all know he doesn’t joke about his son. Valeria has reached her limit this time. Bring her here, or I am going to come for her myself, and if I do, it won’t be nice,” she said, hanging up. I squeezed my phone angrily. Vladimir? The wrong person to double-cross. I dialled a number on my phone, looking at her as she slept. “Dmitri,” he said, and I sighed.

Vladimir didn't like the distraction. “Can you please shut the fuck up?” Vladimir yelled and threw a paper weight at Gabriel. The piece of marble hit him on his knee and he was left groaning even louder. Vladimir hadn't thought it through. He waited for him to calm down. “You know what? I should be thanking you. And whoever the fuck invented the facelock systems. I was so worried about how I’d get that password out of your mouth but hey! Gotta love technology, right?” Vladimir added and leaned back on his chair.

Yet here he was. That meant he was desperate. And I hated desperate men. Liam opened the door first, stepping aside as I strode into the office. Vladimir was already seated in one of the black leather chairs, thick fingers wrapped around a glass of whiskey, his gold rings gleaming under the office lights. His large frame barely fit in the chair, his face flushed, either from impatience or the drink. I didn’t bother offering a handshake. “Vladimir.” He gave a tight grin, as I lowered myself onto my seat, Liam settling beside me.

Hey there, I am Nikolai Vlademyre. It depends on who someone is, as to what they address me as. You can call me Nik. I am the new King of Carpathia. Well, new in our terms. I took over the seat a decade back. In human governments that seems like a long time; to vampires you’re still fresh until you’ve been at it a hundred years or more. I was groomed for the position by the previous King my father, and Queen my mother prior to the crowning, but it was still unexpected. They ruled our part of the world for about six hundred years before their untimely deaths put me in the chair.

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.

Vladimir replied, trying to brush it off. "Don't lie to me, Vlad. I've known you for too long," Marcus said, crossing his arms. "What's bothering you?" Vladimir hesitated for a moment before deciding to confide in his friend. "I don't know, man. I've been having these weird hallucinations lately, and it's freaking me out." "What kind of hallucinations?" Marcus asked, concern etched on his face. "I keep seeing this girl, Diana," Vladimir explained. "She's the runaway Luna, and I can't seem to get her out of my head. But I have a mate waiting for me, and I don't want her."

he stated, a growl in his voice. I felt his English wasn't perfect, but it was better than most. I mean, he didn't make full sentences, but he made sense. “Of course you had people spy on me,” I scoffed. “What is your name? The least you can do is tell me who you are, since you know all about me.” “Vladimir,” he answered, but I didn't need his help to know that his last name was Volkov. My father and brothers had made me look at pictures and memorize the names of those I should never get near, and I could remember that he was one of them.

he growled kissing down my neck, I leaned back a little bit so he got more access to my cleavage. "Cazzo, la Tua Pelle sa di vaniglia," Fuck, your skin tastes like vanilla.'', Vladimir spoke in Italian, I felt a pool of wetness form between my legs causing me to squeeze my thighs around Vladimir's hips. "Do I make you make you wet?" He asked gripping my breast. "Yes," I moaned gripping his silky black hair. Vladimir groaned. "I'm going to make you cum on my tongue and fingers, is that what you want, Principessa?"

“Who is this Dark Child?” Finrod stood up to pace, “His name had haunted Lenriad for Twenty years. He is travelling the lands to recruit for his army. It was said that no one had ever glimpsed his face.” “Fine. Let’s get into the real business.” Margarette opened a casket which contained the materials she needed to track the Nromais’ fragments easier. Meanwhile, Ellaine had her fair share of a good afternoon nap. Yes, she had dreamed of the Virsathen tree again but at least the empty town wasn’t a part of it this time.