Vladimir Novels & Stories

She asked taking a quick glance over at me “ I have a mate, her name is cherry.” Ryan smiles “ Cherry like the stone fruit ? That’s so cute!” She smiles “ What about you?” She asked Creed “ no I’m not seeing anyone unless you count my pillow I see her every night” he winked She giggled “ gross” she said making the throwing up sound “ and you?” Creed asked me “ me? No, I don’t have anyone.” I said focusing on the road “ make a left after that stop sign” she said looking at me with sad eyes

He might have a stutter but otherwise, his voice is masculine. “Shut up, worm! Or I will make you!” another male says. I turn around and look at the door right when two strong males drag inside the one I suspect is the slave—Vladimir. He had short dirty blond hair and a mouth made for kissing. He has no shirt on and his chest is full of cuts, welts and blood. The only thing he is wearing is a pair of old jeans.

"What's the name of the beauty? My name is Ivan." Selina, at this time, was willing to look up at the man, she wanted to speak up to chase him away, but before she could speak, she was interrupted by a man with a familiar face. "Coincidentally, my name is also Ivan." Wolfgang went to sit next to Selina. He casually put his hand on her shoulder and said. "But, more coincidental, I'm this girl's boyfriend." Seeing that Wolfgang was not an easy person to talk to, the other guy chose to keep quiet.

, 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.

"He was shot by Russians, apparently some dude named Ivan Petrov. I've been trying to locate him for some time now but he kept moving from place to place so I gave up and just dealt with it, I guess" "Gave up?" He retorted. "You don't just give up; I'll help you find him. I have some men in Russia as we speak, who can help. Why didn't you tell me this sooner?" He asked with anger in his voice. "It doesn't matter, don't waste your time on him, I'm not one for revenge" I huffed out turning on my back so I wasn't facing him anymore. "Ivan is a ruthless man. He's killed children, Cassandra; I'm finding him whether you like it or not." I sighed and nodded, hoping he could see my nod.

"You know it could do you a lot good if you smile." "I'll remain like this until the day you take your last breath. Then I'll smile," my voice was quiet but it was well loaded with poison. Nikolai rolled his eyes. "Scary. Alright Hazel, I'll like to introduce you to my men, the Big three. The brute over here is Vladimir. He's a meathead so he doesn't say much." I looked up to see a mountain of a man in charcoal black tailored suit. He was made of pounds and pounds of muscles which threatened to burst through the fabric at any given time.

she shut her eyes. "Yeah, a nightmare," Adler, who still gripped the hair of the severed head, spoke, "This is Vladimir; someone sent Vladimir," he leaned in. "Turns out he didn't like a chase that much, " Sitting back on his seat, attention still on Larissa, he asked, "Any clue where I can find Ruslan?" "Who?" Dimitri's eyes narrowed at Larissa, "You didn't!" But Larissa hadn't snapped out of the horror of seeing a bloodied head yet; her hand trembled on the table, tears filling her eyes.

he managed to speak. “If you aren’t Gerald, then what’s your name?” “I’m Will.” “Will?” I turned to Vladya and fixed slight grin. Vladya had started to sweat profusely. “Doesn’t that name sound funny to you, Vladya?” He offered a fake giggle. “Uhm…yes it does.”

She says, and I look at her. “Okay, but you don’t leave my side,” I tell her, and she nods her head. Together with her hand in mine we walk into the house and find everyone sitting by the table. Vladimir stands up and stands in front of us and bows deeply. “My queen, it’s a big honor to meet you. My name is Vladimir, the vampire king here in America.” He says respectfully. And my respect for him just grew. “Hello Vladimir,

Nikolai A figure emerged from the shadows. Tall and regal, he introduced himself, “My name is Vladimir, the Vampire King of America.” Nikolai didn’t flinch, though tension twisted in his gut. “You know who I am,” he replied, keeping his voice steady. “You claim peace,” Nikolai challenged. “But why surround us?” Vladimir held his gaze, unblinking. “I needed to ensure you wouldn’t attack.” Nikolai raised an eyebrow. “Fine. I’ll listen.”