Vladimir Puddin Novels & Stories

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.

I want to go home and eat my mama’s food, my favorite, menudo! While thinking about it, her stomach suddenly grumbled loudly. She was stunned but she recovered from it, and acted as if nothing had happened. Claire noticed that Vladimir suddenly passed her something. She looked at it, and saw that it was a bar of chocolate. My favorite chocolate, Cadbury with nuts! She looked at it and gulped but she did not accept the chocolate. Vladimir was about to put back the chocolate when she suddenly stopped him. She faked a laugh. “I think you will not eat it, so it's a waste not to eat it, right?” she

36 lazarus I stood at the back of an alleyway on the other side of town, in a deserted area, where nobody would be able to see me. I was in the middle of a business transaction, with a very rich, wealthy, and filthy motherfucker, who was going to make me a lot of money. His name was Vladimir Potter. Vladimir Potter was a sick, twisted bastard. He had veiny blue eyes, scruffy black hair, scars all over his body, and a burn mark covering half of his entire face.

“But yes, I know the great Emperor. Stories about him are spread all over Russia.” “Then you know I am not bluffing about the jade right?” I expected some serious response, but all I got was snorted laughter. I once again swallowed when Alejandro shook his head. “You shouldn’t have done that.” Ice glazed the insides of my veins. “Vladimir doesn’t believe in luck. He believes in pattern.” I wondered what that was supposed to mean. “Pakhan will love your gift, Moya Ledi.” The big guy dominating the driver’s seat called out, interrupting the conversation.

"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.

To lose staring at him, I feel a hand reach my cheek. “Hey,” Vladimir said, “How about we get you out of this bath because you’re getting wrinkles.” True, I have been too long in the bath. Saying nothing, Vladimir stands when I’m looking his way. And what my eyes caught has me saying the most stupid thing. “OH MY FUCKING GOD, YOUR FUCKING HUGE VLADIMIR,” I said, almost choking. The man was huge; a horse isn’t anything to him. I could even see the tip out of his boxer brief. Does it look erected? Is this guy?

Spinning, I turned to find Vladimir standing there in a suit with flowers in his hands. "Y - You're here..." I whispered, not totally believing it. Should I pinch myself? My eyes scanned over him - talking him all in - when I noticed he seemed different, shaved on sides with a sexy pompadour hairstyle on top of his head. He also had a few new tattoos lining his neck, poking out from his perfectly white button - up. "Surprise," He laughed, his Russian accent thicker than I remember. I slowly stepped up to him, placing my hands on his chest and once I felt that he was solid, I let a few tears free as a whisper left my throat.

Halfway through his mouth, Vladimir looked at the appetizing, square-like chocolate and was confused why Eleanor question him that way. “C-can’t I eat this?” One of her brows raised, but she merely shrugged. “Suit yourself.” “ELEANOR!” One of the Elites came thundering in the corner of the hall, where Vladimir hid earlier, his suit of armors shining in the dimness of the space. “Why are you with that weakling?” Vladimir couldn’t see his whole face; however, the disgust filtering in his eyes was enough to indicate how much he loathed the prince.

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.