Vladimir Puddin Novels & Stories

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 pointed at the chair next to him and said, “Sit down. Eat with me.” Colin sat down and tried not to puke from the sharp smells that drifted from the food on the table. He filled his plate with some red-looking soup and looked at Vlad who was devouring a pig's feet. Fat dripped down his beard while he chewed loudly. Vlad burped and said, “So Colin. Let’s get straight to the point. I am impressed by the way you do business. You have gotten my attention, so I am proposing an alliance to strengthen the world of men once more.”

It's been a long time since she started to hate her mom and never say a pleasant word to her. Even though she is so adamant and rebellious daughter, fulfills whatever she loved always disobeying her mom's laws and telling her sometimes bad words. But she still loves her mom. She smiled and went into the dresser to prepare for the excursion. Now since she was already here and was about to enjoy her life. She Decided to forget everything about the quarrel between her mom and was ready to be a good daughter after this leisure. It is a bit weird but that's what she wanted to do. Resting his back in the swivel chair. Vladimir Weldon was well known as a ruthless affluent bratva in Russia. was so v

The man didn’t deserve to have one to begin with and I handled that the way I knew best. “But, this is fun. You know, seeing your enemy cry out in pain, begging you to stop; however, I don’t want to. I don’t know how to explain it to you, but your cries of pain are making this a lot more pleasing for me” I whispered to him, grazing his ripped pants with my knife. The blade cut through the skin of what was left of his limp dick, and feeling his blood prickle, Viktor’s scream filled my ears. I laughed and took a step back, looking at Ivan who shook his head at me.

"THIS PLACE IS so quiet," Alice said from the window. "Nothing. Not even the sound of crickets." Vladimir nodded. "If you were a cricket, would go stay anywhere near someone like you?" Alice chuckled. "I guess not." She walked away from the window and gazed at large picture paintings that showed Vlsdimir through the years. On some oil paintings, he had curled blonde hair, similar to those the elegant English men of the early 19th century wore, on others, he was bald, with a mustache, clean-shaven. His looks varied like seasons of the year. "I like this one more," Alice said, pointing at a large and prominent painting. It was one of Vladimir in the 16th century. "The linen suits you..."

I suspect he is a virgin because I see that sometimes he gets shy around me. “I love your smell,” I tell him one night. “What do I smell like?” he asked me. “Peaches. You even taste like peaches. What do I smell like to you?” I asked him. “Like lilacs. A big lilac tree. And cherries.” “Oh. I see,” is all I can say. “Cherries have become my favorite fruits,” Vladimir says to me. “And I am addicted to peaches,” I say before kissing him and sucking his tongue. Goddess, he tastes so good.

“ Come on, let’s have lunch and you can taste some of the wine we produce, “ Viv said. I squealed internally and followed after her. “ What is the name of your wine company? “ I asked Viv on the way back to the mansion. “ Oh, it’s Le allettante. Have you ever heard of it? “ She asked. My mouth was hanging open and my eyes were wide. Of course, I had heard of it. It was one of the most successful wine brands in the world. Having nothing to say, I nodded my head. We had lunch alone at the huge dining table. I refrained from asking where Nikolai was and convinced myself that the less I saw him the better. After a few glasses of wine, I was tipsy and I decided to head to my bedroom. I took a nap

“What lover? Is she really a loose character girl, Vlad? You must have known about her character last night.” Vladimir clenched his fingers tightly into a fist and left to see his wife leaving his confusing father and angry brother behind. “Valentina!” Mia sneered at her cousin. “Stop asking stupid questions!” “What's stupid about this?” She asked. “We all know what kind of man Bratva Pakhan is? People call him the Sinner. And Rose, she is a plain Jane unlike me. But given his ugly Scarred features he could get only her.” Valentina let out a giggle as if she made the joke.

Hey there, I am Nikolai Vlademyre. It depends on who someone is, as to what they address me as. You can call me Nik. I am the new King of Carpathia. Well, new in our terms. I took over the seat a decade back. In human governments that seems like a long time; to vampires you’re still fresh until you’ve been at it a hundred years or more. I was groomed for the position by the previous King my father, and Queen my mother prior to the crowning, but it was still unexpected. They ruled our part of the world for about six hundred years before their untimely deaths put me in the chair.

I was stuck between wearing a pair of pumps for easy mobility or going with the knee boots that I hadn’t worn in months, but when Dalian began to run around, I just had to rush out of the bedroom clad in a white pair of sneakers. Just as we got to the facade, my gaze strutted to Vladimir’s relaxed frame, leaning casually on the bonnet of his car, his eyes glued to his phone. Like me, he was wearing a white shirt, paired with a black denim that clung loosely to his thighs. I gulped as his shirt didn’t do much in hiding those big honking shoulders, neither did the short sleeves conceal his ripped arms. And then his hair was given a neat parting which gave him a slight resemblance to Chris Prat