Adrian Ivashkov Novels & Stories

“But that was the last time.” Ivan continued to stand there in their silent face-off before he stepped away. He motioned for his men to follow him, and they left the bar peacefully. I still breathed hard because so much shit had just happened. I got to my feet and stared at Volkov massive back. My fingers ran through my hair, picking up all the sweat I’d just excreted. “Thank you…” He slowly turned around and faced me, and I could see my gratitude meant nothing to him. “We’re even, Adrian. You’re on your own from now on.”

It is hurting! "First, I'll make you mine! Then my friends will have their share and after that, I'll blackmail your father by showing him the damn video and then, it doesn't matter how much you cry to go away from me, you won't be able to do it because I'll tie you with me in a bond and your father won't be even able to stop me from this all, you know why?" He tilts his head as he continues menacingly, "Because Liam Dawson cares about his reputation the most. He won't be able to say no to me. And in the end, my father will handle the rest."

My nerves twisted tighter with every second. “The Alpha is here,” one guard whispered. All of them snapped to attention. A tall, imposing man strode past us and ascended to one of the higher seats. His presence filled the hall like a gathering storm. “I am Alpha Adrian,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. His sharp eyes swept over us. “What crimes have these ones committed?”

"Do you intend for her to replace your mate, Leah?" "I think the question we should be asking here is, who is your fated mate?" The fifth elder blurted again, his gaze never leaving mine. I recognized him immediately. He was Leah's father, and the only newly elected elder. He was the hot-blooded one amongst the elders. Maybe I'd start with him for my reparations. "Nikolai," he stood from his high exalted chair, as if taunting me. "Who is your fated mate?"

Alex POV I watched as her soul was crushed from the information Creed decided to hold from me. It was like watching that lovely spark in her eyes deem to darkness. The worst part is I don’t think I’ll be able to fix it. Once the doctor gave her permission to see him, she hasn't left his side, not to shower, or eat anything. The state he’s in, he hasn't opened his eyes yet. He’s coded a couple times but I’ve been told his wolf is doing everything he can to help him stay alive. We still don’t know why his wolf hasn’t shifted until now. Once he wakes up we are hoping we can get some more information from him. Sitting next to the door of his room, watching my mate hold her brother's hand as she

Alessandro gritted out. "Better things? Like what?" Ian asked him; Alessandro looked at me and winked, causing me to blush. "I could also be doing better things, couldn't I, Isabella?" Ian teased, and Isabella let out a giggle, fiddling with her freshly manicured nails. A loud groan came from Ivan; he tilted his head up, then he soon realized where he was. "You fucking bitch you fucking drugged me" Ivan yelled "Stupid little whore!"

RPOV Prince Adrian Ivashkov is here in England? From what I've heard, he was a scandalous scoundrel who did nothing but bed various women, smoke cigars, and drink. Finding out that he needed a royal girl to marry was a definite surprise—he didn't seem like the sort of man who'd maintain a long-term commitment to one lady.

Tony asks as his eyes scan the children. Adrian looks confused for a moment but the look is quickly masked with a protective stare that I like. "Why do you want to know?" He asks as he takes his hands out of his pockets and takes a protective stand. If hes willing to go against us then maybe he is telling the truth after all. "Because they are my sons," Tony growls getting pissed off. Adrian's jaw drops and he struggles to get his words out. "They are Brothers right? Same mom?”

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.

The cold has made my nipples hard. "Get. Out," I spit. Vladimir laughs. "Come on, sweetheart. There’s no need to be like—" Suddenly, the door to my room swings open. "Out." A deep growl emanates from the doorway. The three men freeze. The alpha stands there, clad in a wrinkled white linen shirt, high boots, and a red tartan kilt. His face appears chiseled from thunder and stone. "Out." Vladimir swallows hard, but a smile quickly returns to his face as he turns away. "It’s just a bit of fun—"