Vladimir Puddin Novels & Stories

And instantly my modd dipped slightly as the person who occupied the enomorous dining table was Vladimir. He sat near one end with a tablet, reading something while he absently stirred a cup of coffee that had probably gone cold several minutes ago. Before I could announce my presence, he looked up from his tablet and smiled. "Good morning," he greeted warmly, without any hint of the emotion I had seen in his eyes back in the office. "I was beginning to think you'd decided to hide upstairs all day." “I thought of doing exactly that, but then I thought that someone might just knock on the door and then I would have to come downstairs anyway,” I replied, shrugging as I took my seat.

When their boss came and she knew him, immediately, they expressed their desire. “He is Mr Vladimir’s person, his friend.” Asher emphasized the relation between Ivan and Peter. “Mr Vladimir?” One of the girls questioned. “Yes, Mr Vladimir.” Asher confirmed. Immediately, the girls' faces became pale and they stepped back in the process. Who hasn't heard of Ivan Vladimir? The ruthless billionaire in the United States. It was rumored that he annihilated a family without batting an eyelid. “Madam Asher, a customer is waiting for me.” “Madam Asher, I seem to have forgotten something. I will run back immediately.”

"Care for a refreshing glass of juice? Nonalcoholic, I can assure you." "Who is that?!!" Bilal prompts, curiously eyeing Huxley's face and tuxedo. "My father's good friend and valet, now a good friend of mine," Vladimir replies with an endearing tone as he strides over toward Huxley and pats him on the back. "Glad to see you've made it on time." "This is so freaking cool!! Reminds me of batman comics!!" Bilal beams exuberantly. "Vladimir, are you actually a superhero in disguise?!"

I watched them place the heavenly food on the table. We picked up our utensils and dug in. If I wasn't in public, I would moan, the taste almost made me orgasm. It wasn't until I opened my eyes did I see Clyde staring at me with his lips slightly tugged upwards. "I bet that made you orgasm more than Volvo could ever" He smirked. "Volvo sounds so cute" I laughed "Volvo" I poked Vladim, who didn't seem even slightly impressed. "In Russia, Vlad is not shot for Vladim, its short for Vladislav" His name spat out of his mouth beautifully "Volvo is short from Vladim"

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.”

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 him. “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.

, I demanded. He sat upright and sighed, looking at me critically. “Near death has not made you sentimental, I see”, he said. “There you go, talking like a suit again”, I said jokingly. “We now have a common enemy. His name is Vincenzo”, he said, getting off the bed. I looked up at him as he heaved slowly, causing his chest to rise and fall steadily. “Yes, we do. But he is practically untouchable and I am lucky to be alive so, what is it?”, I said.

He replied. "I wonder if my dad is looking down at me," I wondered, then faced Alessandro, who I could barely see in the dark, but I saw a slight glint in his eye from the light of the alarm clock beside me. "He's proud of you, love," He whispered in a sleepy voice. "If you don't mind me asking, how did your father die?" I sighed. "He was shot by Russians, apparently some dude named Ivan Petrov. I've been trying to locate him for some time now but he kept moving from place to place so I gave up and just dealt with it, I guess"

It was the perfect spot for a secret meeting. And I could see why he'd want the meeting to be secret. I kissed my teeth, throwing myself blindly through the branches and thorns along the path. Did he want to see me, to tell me to be on my best behavior when I sit with him at the table? I could imagine him saying that, with that scowl that never left his face etched across it. "Nikolai?" The river path slowly came into view. "Alpha Nikolai?" But there was no one there.

he said sincerely and I nodded. "Viktor is an honorable man then," I asked again because if he hesitated, I'd break into Viktor's room and drag my son away, no matter what the two were doing. Vlad nodded and said that Viktor was a Slovakian tsar from the fifteenth century and his last name is Pokrvný and it's associated with blood in his home country. "I'm certain your father Mikhail knew him and if I recall they grew up together in Russia," he added and I shrugged not caring about anything to do with my late father.