Vladimir Puddin Novels & Stories

If Zeno didn’t get what he wanted, he would rather destroy it completely. Zeno was a tycoon with a vast empire—dark, ruthless, surpassing many rich men in multiple cities. Even Moore's cooperation was beneath his. “She’ll satisfy you tonight,” Moore said, settling on the couch opposite Zeno. “May I know what brought you here?” Zeno exhaled. “You didn’t hear the news? Vladimir is dead.” Moore’s face paled at the news. Vladimir was a ruthless underground dealer, rumored to have inhuman strength, making him seem invincible. Some even believed he was the strongest in the underworld, sought after by many powerful business empires.

“My name is Vladimir. Mr. Rurik asked me to deliver this personally.” He approached with a silver cart covered by a glass cloche. When he lifted the lid, a sweet aroma invaded the room: hot chocolate and red berries in layers, wrapped in delicate cream. Beside it, a small buttery tart and a cup of fruit tea. Susan sat up slowly, surprised. “He sent this for me?” “With direct instructions from Chef Marina,” Vladimir replied. “The house’s favorite dessert.” He then tilted his head respectfully. “Excuse me.” He left as silently as he had entered.

As soon as they saw June, they stopped talking. “June, this is Vladimir, who will help us,” said Wilona. "Nice to meet you, June Hanson," said the tall, skinny man next to Wilona. Vladimir was very pale skinned with blond hair which was also pale. Even though he was handsome, it was easy to guess that he was a vampire. From his clothes, Vladimir looked different from the vampires that Drake was chasing, he looked neat and classy. Like European royalty. "Nice to meet you too," June said, holding out her hand to shake Vladimir's. The man smiled politely.

He squeezed my hand, “…for saving my mom.” I smiled and gave a small nod. He smiled, one that was rare to be seen. But that soon was replaced with a scowl, “Next time, use your brain, not your body, okay?” He tapped on my head which made Jessica laugh. I glared at him, “Don’t test my patience and your luck, Rudy.” “Fine! You are the Lioness.” He raised his hands in surrender. “Tell me, what happened with Vladimir? Why is he in the cellar?” I asked.

Vladimir replied, trying to brush it off. "Don't lie to me, Vlad. I've known you for too long," Marcus said, crossing his arms. "What's bothering you?" Vladimir hesitated for a moment before deciding to confide in his friend. "I don't know, man. I've been having these weird hallucinations lately, and it's freaking me out." "What kind of hallucinations?" Marcus asked, concern etched on his face. "I keep seeing this girl, Diana," Vladimir explained. "She's the runaway Luna, and I can't seem to get her out of my head. But I have a mate waiting for me, and I don't want her."

None but one: Judith. Vlad and Judith were comrades in arms. They saved each other, covered each other, killed, slept, ate, and fought next to each other. Vlad was excited because he is finally meeting a real match for his skill and power. He is meeting his buddy, Judith. The only soft thing about Judith was his name. Aside from that, he's a savage fighter and ruthless battler. And on the opposite side to Vlad, Judith never searched for the meaning. He only wanted to chase more, kill more, and fight more. So he found his place under the command of mafia boss: Don Ilnero.

Let alone examining it. "To a successful generation. H.D Vladimir," He read. "Oh, wonderful," he let out a Santa-Claus rich laughter as his eyes sparkled like he'd just hit a jackpot. "Hugo Dimitry Vladimir. I love this. Well, Gianna my dear, you have here probably one of the only Vladimir's heirlooms left in this town. You don't want me to open it you say?"

He laughed and sit in front of my desk, he laced his fingers and crossed his legs casually. "Some of the babies had been harassing me. Shocking, with these handsome features I know. I should've known better. Just tell Charlie and Darla to back off a little okay, oh... and what's his name, Harold? yes, also Harold. He seemed to think I'm all for one and one for all kind of guy." He explained his issues, making me laugh at him. Francois is our professional photographer. He had been making our girls and boys personal portfolio photos for years now. He's the best. He could make all the photos look so sinful, and made them looked so innocent and sophisticated at the same time.

I used to doubt the possibility of them being obsessed with Alpha Leonardo, until the first time I set my eyes on him at the marketplace. He had the perfect height, 6ft tall, well-structured face with a chiseled nose. His brown eyes were so beautiful that I almost mistook him for a beautiful lady. His body frame was also perfect; athletic-like. I’d never seen a man so perfectly created by the Goddess. But his personality spoiled it all. He was ruthless and merciless, prideful and arrogant. A disgusting beast, who had zero regard for his subjects. Everyone detested him, and I was the front-runner. My hatred for him grew after the incident at the marketplace when his men knocked down an old la

I felt irritated that he had the nerve to insult me. "You have no right to insult me. Do you really think I’ll agree?" "I think you will," he answered quickly. "Ha! I’m truly amazed by your arrogance. Who do you even think you are? Just because you're handsome doesn't mean you can act like you own the world," I retorted. He just smiled and took out his wallet to show me his ID. It displayed his name and his position. "I am Colonel Xian Vladimir, 25 years old, owner of 60% of the shares in the Vladimir Company, and known as the youngest person to hold such a high rank in the military."