Vladimir Puddin Novels & Stories

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?"

"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"

"I mean, how did you manage to keep customers satisfied for such a long time?" Vladimir chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ah, that's a great question, my dear.” He paced a short distance. “Well, you see, it's all about the personal touch. I take the time to get to know my customers, to understand their needs and goals. And then I use my powers to find the perfect investment opportunities for them, opportunities that will make them rich beyond their wildest dreams." I nodded and thought proudly, “This creature, so old and powerful, is sharing such secrets with me. It’s like receiving 30 years worth of experience in one day!”

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.

Vladimir screamed bloody murder. ***

He might have a stutter but otherwise, his voice is masculine. “Shut up, worm! Or I will make you!” another male says. I turn around and look at the door right when two strong males drag inside the one I suspect is the slave—Vladimir. He had short dirty blond hair and a mouth made for kissing. He has no shirt on and his chest is full of cuts, welts and blood. The only thing he is wearing is a pair of old jeans.