Vladimir Puddin の小説・ストーリー

He was basically ruining the purpose of spending Fifth million in charity. Aleksandr Fedorov was breaking his image He had established as a Billionaire, at this moment He was nothing else than The Bratva Pakhan. The merciless monster. The man whose name was whispered with fear in the whole Russian And Chicago. And New York was soon going to learn to follow their lead.

"Spine tingling? I haven't slept with him!" "Yet. I hear a yet in your voice! Now we're talking! Who is he? On a scale of 1 to 10 how hot are we talking?" I rolled my eyes at Ru's teasing. "Vladimir. And there will be no sex, either now or in the future." Dude actually brought me here as pawn in his revenge plot, and he didn't make a secret of it! "He may or may not be a witch." Ru's smile actually vanished at the mention of his name. Guess he wasn't a fan then. "Wizard." He announced in a clipped tone.

" Nobody builds a Mafia like his in less than eight years , except they get greedy and do a lot of bad shit." " A Mafia?" I ask. I can't believe this. I don't wanna believe it. A Mafia? Vladimir furrows his brows." Fuck , he didn't tell you? He's such a pussy." Vladimir pulls out a cigar from his nightstand and lights it. I'm still getting use to the smell of cigarettes and now cigar.

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.

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.