Vladimir Novels & Stories

“Why are you here, and why am I tied up?” Ivan leans forward, his eyes glinting with malice. “How do I explain this to you, krasivy? I think I’ll start with my name. It’s not Ivan. Let me reintroduce myself - I’m Vladimir Aleksander.” The name hits me like a physical blow, my blood turning to ice in my veins. “That’s impossible,” I whisper. “Stefano killed you years ago.” Vladimir Alesksander is the name of the former Kazan gang leader.

Meanwhile, Christopher is focused on his phone. "Where you dating her and Vicky at the same time?" Gerald suddenly asks, quite interested in the topic. "No! I started dating her, after I and Vicky broke up." Raphael responds casually. "Guy you gallant oh." Gerald chides. "Later you would call me a player or a womanizer, who jumped from one best friend to the other?" Gerald chides with a look of mockery all over his face. "The way you pictured it, isn't how it actually happened," Raphael says. "I'm serious with Madison. That's all matters." Raphael concludes. Indicating he was done with the topic.

CHAPTER Nineteen Pearl was going through some documents in his office when a call came through from an unknown contact "I believe I am speaking with Norrignton Pearl?" the voice which sounded like Russian asked "Who is this?" Pearl asked closing his file "I am Vladimir, the leader of the Serdof Cartel" The voice introduced himself "I got information that you are currently the leader of the Elite Packs and I wish to know why you asked your men to kill my men when they asked for Tax" Pearl chuckled for a moment before replying;

I will put it back once I'm done. My fingers were trembling in both fear and excitement as I unlocked her phone. I almost jumped when I realized it didn't have a password or any lock! I fiddled with it, looking for where I could search Vladimir's identity. I didn't even notice I was holding my breath the whole time! I was only able to draw air after I finished typing his name. Vladimir Lewis. Search. It didn't take long before the search engine came up with a lot of results. My eyes widened after scanning one of the first articles I saw online.

"While I will attack" "Vlad! You crazy b*stard!" Vlad stepped out holding his black AK-47. "Hello, motherf*ckers!" Judith knew the owner of this low voice. He turned with a grimace of mock and saw Vlad standing in front of him, holding a Kalashnikov. Vlad was a demon on the battlefield. They called him the Russian Bear for a reason. And as of now when ten super-trained mafia men are attacking him, he doesn't even seem worried.

Vladimir screamed bloody murder. ***

A tall, imposing figure with a cruel grin caught her attention. Vladimir Petrov, a notorious Russian oligarch known for his ruthless tactics.

Not in a way that would please him. "Do you have any idea what I hate the most, little wolf?" Vladimir pondered, his tone so close to normal. His fingers brushed over the rim of the brand, following the mark Alexandria had burned into her shoulder. Her muscles flexed under his touch, but she did not respond. That resistance—it made him shiver. He smiled. "I hate hope," he whispered. "I hate the idiots who hold on to it, hoping it will miraculously save them." He drew closer, his hot breath on her shivering lips.

His voice was a soft whisper against my ear, devoid of any warmth. "You will be my greatest asset. You will be his kryptonite and his nemesis. I can see why Sokolov is really into you." Vlad Kuznetsov. The name finally clicked into place, not as a memory of a face or a specific event, but as a reputation, a name whispered in hushed tones in certain circles, a titan of industry with a dark underbelly, known for his relentless ambition and unforgiving nature.

It should be. My phone ping in my sweatpants pocket. Halting my pushups, trying to steady my laden breath, I perch my ass on the floor and shove out my cell. One quick swipe across the screen, I read his message. “Nothing about him seems suspicious. Though the man is dead. Actually, he was a friend to Vladimir who was sent to a little prison in Volsk, Russia, after Vladimir found out he betrayed him; the reason for the betrayal is unknown. However, that was months before Vladimir was shot dead during his campaign at St. Petersburg.”