Vladimir Puddin Novels & Stories

Lance said with a laugh. Sophia playfully flicked France’s forehead. "His hairstyle isn’t ugly! I just know one that’ll suit him better." France held his forehead, grumbling that he’d tell his mom on her. Sophia stuck out her tongue. "I’ll tell her first." Lance handed a candy to Vladimir. "Ignore them. They act like kids sometimes." Vladimir smiled and poured the rest of the candies onto the table, picking out the pineapple-flavored ones—France’s favorite—and handed them to him.

He made him the luckiest man on the earth. Nikolas tenaciously brushed his hands on the side of his face with the back of his fingertips across his tiny cheek bone and along his jaw. His digits looked huge against Vladimir’s tiny cute face. He was surprised with fondness at God's magical creation. His thumb brushed over Vladimir's tiny toes counting each one of them while taking in the reddish pink color of his skin.

"At least I can make it!" "Are you both seriously arguing about cereal?" Cream whispers, eating his own food. Chocolate snaps at him there "Stay out of it Snow White!" I blurt out immediately "Ha! That's better than Pale boy!" Cream looks at me now "You named me that?" I freeze, all their eyes trained on me again before I look back at the pudding as I say to it "But you're really beautiful. I can't imagine it was Pumpkin that made you" "Wait" Coco says "They get cute names and I don't?"

Another day of the same routine since I'm 12 years old. But wait, I didn't even introduce myself, I'm sorry. Well, my name is Pandora Vaughn, I'm 17 years old, I'm 5 feet 3 inches tall, and I'm in my senior year of high school. My parents are Charlie Vaughn and Melissa Vaughn, my younger sisters are called Shopie Vaughn and Charlotte Vaughn. Now that I've introduced myself, I need to run and take these groceries to my mom. - At Vaughn’s house -

“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 read your father’s diary, did you come across anything about your b

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.”

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

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.

He had to tolerate this little creature that barely reached his chin until he got the right moment to deliver his blow. Patience was the key to Freedom. Vladimir had a charismatic persona. His preys were attracted to him like moths were attracted to a flame. Even if ignoring the fools around him was what Vladimir did most of the time that fact didn't stop the fools to flock around him to kiss his arse.

She smirked. Vladiv rolled his eyes at her before springing off his chair. "I have to go pick Mia up from school," he informed and started to amble away. "I didn't know that would be enough to shut you up," She chortled. "Uhm Lexi you had said Vladiv's favourite dish is Okroshka, I was thinking that since his birthday is tomorrow maybe we could make that for him but the thing is I do not know anything about Russian dishes," I mouthed.