Vladimir Puddin Novels & Stories

"... Pizza, Empanadas-" "What's an empanada?" her question was brief as she watched the man by the freezer cast her an amused glance. His eyebrows were furrowed to the light that spilled from the windows to her back, eyes squinted but the blue still sharp "They're..." The man paused, straightening up, nudging the fridge door closed by his side, a hand lifting to push his fallen hair from the frame of his forehead. "-stuffed pastry with beef and vegetable elements—not to suck my own díck but I make them all the time and they're exceptionally good,"

I say. "Yeah, they know about it, but I don't care. That is in my past. I am not planning those evil cities anymore, but I know it is my father's dream. I know he will come after the spell. It was always his dream to see the sun again. Although the Sun God told him he would never see his face again, he always dreamed about a day he would feel the sun on his skin again. It is icy living in the dark," Vladimir says. I cannot help feeling sorry for him because I think he is not only talking about the fact that he could not walk in the sunlight but also about the fact that he did not have love in his life.

I bite back a loud cry. “When we give orders, you obey.” He leans in and murmurs. Spitting, his saliva drops on a nipple, hangs on for a bit, and eventually drops on my thigh. I close my eyes, fight back the need that comes from their humiliation. “Sit.” He repeats. “Time to test how much your cunt can take,” Vladimir smirks and rolls the liquor in his glass as if blending the mix, then gulps it, the entire thing. A soft relief washes over me.

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.

"This is the part where I feel flustered?" "You've certainly earned it," Ruslan shrugged. "What you did to Vladimir, though, was rather ugly. All he did was follow orders." He reached forward and came back on screen with a lollipop, proceeding to pull off the wrap, "Should have shared, but your taste buds don't favor this type." Alright, now he was impressed. He had never encountered anyone who knew so much about him while in the shadows. Placing the lollipop between his teeth, A loud crack was heard, and the stick came out alone.

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."