Vladimir Puddin Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Vladimir could clearly sense it. When Vladimir looked over his second prey, he began to dip his knuckles in the silver which surprised everyone, especially the fallen rogue before him. He started punching the fallen rogue with his soaking silver until it started to bleed out because every punch of his land on the fallen rogue’s face and the body was heavy and powerful. “Ah, you like pain then I’ll be glad on sending that to you till you die.” Vladimir started on laughing like a lunatic as he kept punching the fallen rogue like a punching bag. Not until he stopped because the fallen rogue was not moving anymore. He chuckled.

Vladimir was standing right in front of me, his massive frame draped in black leather. He was the Vice President of the club, Russo’s younger brother, and the closest thing to the devil I’d ever met. His face was set in that permanent, stern scowl that made it impossible to tell if he’d ever felt a single human emotion. The handle of his sidearm peeked out from his belt, glinting in the moonlight. "Where do you think you’re sneaking off to, Princess?" he asked, his dark eyes tracking the movement of my chest as I breathed.

He threw it to him which he was quick to catch. Sebastian also get one for himself then he walked back to his seat opposite Vladimir and sat there properly. "I didn't know you like beers now. They're not a waste of money now eh?" Vladimir frowned as he felt the beer travel through his throat down to his stomach. It was burning to this tongue and uncomfortably bitter. He can't remember the last time he drinks alcohol. He probably stop having them when Sophia died for she doesn't want to smell or even know that he drank alcohol.

Vladimir smiled as she dug into the freshly made flan and closed her eyes. “Anything for a wonderful princess” He said softly. She smiled “Well, I may not be a man..but one way to get me happy is definitely really good food…and this..it’s almost better than sex” She said before taking another bite and closing her eyes again. Adler and Vladimir both laughed and shook their heads. She finished the whole plate full of flan and smiled at them. “It never lasts long…” She said with a frown. “Princess..how you are not fat with how much food you can eat…is surprising..”

Alice is a noble in Russia, er, a former noble to be exact after she ran away from her family, Her father is Vladimir, one of the princes and war generals of Russia who lived hundreds of years ago. Outside Russia Vladimir is better known as "VladThe Impaler', because one of his favorite activities is torturing his prisoners of war by sticking a spear from the anus of his victim to penetrate the shoulder or head and then showing it to everyone. Sometimes it took days before the victim finally died. Of course, he did it hundreds of years ago when sadistic things like that were normal as punishment. Now He does it more carefully so as not to attract human attention.

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.