Vladimir Novels & Stories

he has the audacity to ask me. I lift my brows. “Excuse me?” “Why are you sitting next to this weird old dude? Do you know him?” I snort. “I know him better than I know you. His name is Vladimir, he drives a red Ferrari and a white Porsche, all his ex-wives have betrayed him, and he likes scotch. Also he has a cute little black puppy Milanka. The only information I have about you is that your name is Atlas.” “I am your hot boxing coach.”

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.”

“Closing your account. Goodness me. Such a finality I hear in those words. Are you sure you wouldn’t like that drink?” “Quite sure. I had one before I came out and it’s made my head a bit groggy.” “Then I’ll just pour one for myself.” Vladimir got up and poured a generous drink and as he returned he smiled at Ivor like a kindly old uncle and raised his finger. “You should stick to Vodka. Much more pure.” “Thank you for your advice. Now, have you heard what I said to you?” Vladimir nodded, a little too enthusiastically. “Oh yes, yes, I heard everything.” He paused. “Now, perhaps you would like to listen while I talk. When you rea

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Alice is a noble in Russia, er, a former noble to be exact after she ran away from her family, Her father is Vladimir, one of the princes and war generals of Russia who lived hundreds of years ago. Outside Russia Vladimir is better known as "VladThe Impaler', because one of his favorite activities is torturing his prisoners of war by sticking a spear from the anus of his victim to penetrate the shoulder or head and then showing it to everyone. Sometimes it took days before the victim finally died. Of course, he did it hundreds of years ago when sadistic things like that were normal as punishment. Now He does it more carefully so

My dad looked at Vlad from top to bottom before looking at his eyes again, “No way…” Vladimir chuckled, “Yes, Daniel. I’m his son. Vladimir Artem Ivanov, son of Mikhail Fedor Ivanov.” Shock was evident in everyone’s eyes when he said the last name ‘Ivanov’. Did I hear it right? But as far as I know, there was no heir after the death of Mikhail Ivanov, leader of the Russian mafia. Mikhail’s father, Damien Igor Ivanov, is the one who is managing everything now, and the worst father and leader that I have ever heard of.

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

Vladimir said making me frown in confusion. “Now this is the last conversation I would have expected to have with you” I said honestly. “I don’t understand” “Well, judging by your reputation, I know that you are a ruthless killer…” “That I am…” Vladimir said stopping me “but I am a man, and a real man doesn’t hurt a woman”

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.

Alessandro and Draco stood there baffled at their childish wife and girlfriend behaviour. They looked at each other and shook hands with no expression on their face. "Hello, I am Draco Blackwood. Welcome to my home." "Hello, Alessandro Williams. Thank you." Sabrina wasn't surprised at his fake surname. He use this surname "Williams" in business world. One of many reasons people recognise him as the CEO and not as "Alessandro Kingston" the mafia leader of California. "Hello, I am Lily Harrison." Lily said as he shook hand with Alessandro. Alessandro passed her the bouquet and she smiled delightfully.