Vladimir Puddin Novels & Stories

"And I seem to have been right; you have lost way too many of those marbles you got." "We will see who is the one that will be losing something." "So what now?" I ask. "You are going to keep me tied to this chair. Or did you not think past your first brilliant idea. I hate to tell you this, but Vladimir is not one of the brightest." "I don't need him; I have these two too." "Which one? The one that has been checking his manicure for the past ten minutes. Or the other one that is munching on what seems to be some leftovers."

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.

“Vladimir.” I blink, the anger building in me halting. In the long line of lords who once had claims to the throne while the power still remained with the other races, Vladimir is by far the oldest. A vampire lord known especially for his cruel sense of humor and a reputation for being a rather ruthless killer.

“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.

It's been a long time since she started to hate her mom and never say a pleasant word to her. Even though she is so adamant and rebellious daughter, fulfills whatever she loved always disobeying her mom's laws and telling her sometimes bad words. But she still loves her mom. She smiled and went into the dresser to prepare for the excursion. Now since she was already here and was about to enjoy her life. She Decided to forget everything about the quarrel between her mom and was ready to be a good daughter after this leisure. It is a bit weird but that's what she wanted to do. Resting his back in the swivel chair. Vladimir Weldon was well known as a ruthless affluent bratva in Russia. was so v

Her face slightly twitched sourly as she looked at Vladimir's head with its eyes creepily dilated. She could hear loudly her stomach rumbling in hunger, but with the horrendous sight in front of them, Laurel felt her craving for food vanish. Vladimir was too small fry for her to enjoy the feast while his head was displayed in the middle of the table. Don Zagreus burst into audible laughter.

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;

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.

"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.

Kat stayed where she was not sure if she should follow him or not. A voice behind her made her spin around with shock as Ruben did the same, grinning from ear to ear. “How about a hello to your favourite childhood friend?” Vladimir was standing there in all his flouncy glory, a young noble looking man standing behind him, both dressed up to the nines with frilly shirts and outrageous velvet suits. “Vladimir!” Ruben shouted with amazement. “What are you doing here?” He embraced his friend before holding him out at arms-length to take him in.