Vladimir Novels & Stories

Leo chuckled seeing the numbers of guards in the private room, Leonardo laughed, bending over. "Vse eto dlya menya ( all this for me?)" He smirked. "Ya ne doveryayu tebe ( I don't trust you)", Vladimir spoke truthfully, he collected Leo's coke and here he was in his restaurant, he knows Leo, everybody knows leo, he is ruthless.

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.”

He felt his muscles and his whole body relaxes in an instant. He spoke again. "Thanks, bud." "You're gross," Vladimir said, throwing a disgusted look at Carter. Vladimir refocused on driving and even ignored what was going on in the backseat. He need to drive fast so they could immediately rest in the resthouse. He was still thinking about Kingston and he's worried knowing that he's capable of doing things to piss him off. In the middle of driving his cellphone rang. "Nicholas, can you check my phone?" he asked his friend on his side.

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

I can’t show my weakness here. “Hey,” I hear a voice say. “Stay away from me,” I hissed to the stranger. “Amilia, don’t be disrespectful!” said Caspian. “Sorry,” said the stranger, “My name’s Vladimir.” Vladimir, I repeat in my head, has a pleasant name. It rolls nicely in my mouth. What am I even thinking? Do I need to get far away from this guy? He’s my mate, and I don’t need him. I can’t have a second chance, no.

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

"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?!"

He laughed and I let out a sigh of relief. “I’m Vladimir, you can call me Vlad.” I nodded at his words but I did not say anything. The look on his face told me that he had a lot more to tell me. “I know what Dimitri did seems unforgivable and selfish. And I guess you just be feeling very betrayed now. So, I thought it wise to come in and explain certain things, things that my brother will never tell you.” His voice was similar to Dimitri’s own. But the accent was so heavy. Dimitri had a slight accent when he spoke sometimes. But it was nothing compared to his brother’s.

He places his hand inside his left jacket, taking out his reading glasses and placing them back on his face. He makes his way inside the building towards his dorm. At the entrance to his stairway awaits his childhood friend Brandon. A young boy who is the total opposite of his. Brandon is known by most people. He's popular and outgoing. Dark brown hair and toned fair-skinned, with a sculpted body he likes to show off. Although Russell is in better shape than he is, and could probably kick his ass in an instant. But no one knows of Russell's hidden talent and a favorite hobby of illegal underground cage fighting.

Far away, across the vast expanse of wintry wilderness and broken borders, Alexandro stood at the edge of the barracks, overlooking the sea. He hadn’t slept well in days. The moment he closed his eyes, all he could see was Serena’s terrified face. Her scent still lingered faintly in the sheets, but it was fading—like she was slipping farther away. His second-in-command approached with a scroll in hand. “My lord. A message from Valerian.”