Vladimir Puddin Novels & Stories

He scoffs and pushed me gently. "Get going." *** With the look on Vladimir's face, you can hardly tell if he's actually a drug lord as he's rumored. He is having this plain boyish look of a random highschool dude. His gaze met mine and he smirks. "Seems like I know you?" He said with amused voice. "Maybe, you do. Who knows." I shrugged and sat on the empty seat next to him. I poured vodka on the empty cup before me. "Everyone knows Hardie, though."

It’s as if he’s suddenly unsure of what’s going on as well, which makes me wonder how much he really knew… “Ah, all my favorite people gathered in the same room. What a spectacular sight,” Vladimir says with a smirk as he strolls up to the raised platform. He casually unbuttons his suit jacket and turns around with a suaveness that I can’t decide whether it’s more graceful or dangerous. Though I have to admit the fucker is handsome. He’s got that sun-kissed skin, a clean-shaven jaw, and muscles that could probably bench-press a car. He’s tall, well-built, and carries a commanding presence that could easily rival the royals of England.

I wanted to ask how he was feeling, how on earth his brother thinks I look like his first choice when I've heard that he never had a mate. I missed his Face, his words, I needed him to have me again however he wanted it no matter the roughness. I walked into the midst of the family around the long large table taking their breakfast and everywhere became silent. Vladimir sat alone at the extreme, this time he wore a crown, played with his food, and looked like a dream come true with his red hair that was permed into a curly style, his sinful lips danced with delight and his attire sparkled just like the Prince he was. He looked beautiful, ethereal and painfully attractive because I don't see

Her eyes moved from my face to the half dead man and she cried at the sight of him. “You wanted to know who I am Lily, well this is who I am... I am Nikolai fucking Vladimir, Leader of Bratva, second son of Russia most deadliest man, ruler of all underlings and I am not terrified to tear down any organization who dares to challenge me. Trained from the very young age of 8 on how to use a gun, kill-count is 93...”, I took out a gun from behind my pants and shot the prisoner on the forehead, “...94”, I counted.

He then clears his throat a little and says, “It’s nice to meet you, Gabriela. My name is Vladimir, however, I prefer Vlad.” Gabriela giggles at the face he pulls as he seems to say his full name and then cuts it down. Gabriela puts the glass of wine down and returns her attention to her pasta, Vlad reaches over and tops up both his glass and hers before returning his attention to his pasta. After a few mouthfuls, he looks up at Gabriela and asks, “This may sound a little childish but did you want to play 20 questions?” Gabriela looked up at the sound of his voice and a smile pulled at the corner of her lips as a light blush dusted his manly cheeks. Having a few questions of her own Hanna an

They were about him. "That's the man who ruined the Eastern cliffs." "He was an Alpha. See now—he comes in with grain like a stable boy." "A murderer. And she lets him run wild." Vladimir lowered his chin as he pulled another sack of flour into the supply shed. His hands, which had once been blooded and proud, were raw and blistered. His body, once respected and feared, now stooped low in shadowed redemption. A little girl peered out from beneath her mother's shawl, frightened and wide-eyed. Vladimir forced a faint smile, but the mother tugged the girl back, shaking her head.

That it isn't a big deal. But while eating and talking with Miranda, something bugs me the most. I wasn't aware of it until now, and only realized this one fact.. Vladimyr is immortal.

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

“Your work has been the talk of the East. They love your work.” I didn’t miss the proudness in his eyes that disappeared almost immediately. Elisa quietly disappeared, probably to report back to Vivian. I folded my arms, studying him now. Without his overgrown beard, Vladimir is one drop-dead gorgeous, no doubt. “Possibly more handsome than Pierre,” my leopard whispered which I answered with hiss. “Do not disrespect the person who helped us!” “I hope that’s not a problem,” I said. “Quite the opposite,” he replied. “I came to ask if you’d be open to discussing something. Strictly business.”

The day went by with me relaxing by the pool but not swimming since the second I started to take off my shirt to swim in my bra and biker shorts Igor and the hunch back of Notre Dame or other wise known and Ace and the ass hole Pablo who’s still salty from me fucking him uk when we first meet, told me they would lock me in my room and tell Calder if I tried. Again what kill joys. Now I’m chilaxing on the over stuffed chair in the living room when the front door opens and in stumbles Calder with some blonde chick tucked into his side. “Wow your place is so big, you must be super rich” the chick giggles as he brings her closer to his chest and wraps his arms around her waist. He groans and gru