Adrian Ivashkov Novels & Stories

“Ivan Petrova.” Damion’s gaze darkened. “Petrova?” Leonard nodded grimly. “Russian arms dealer. Adrian’s been dealing with him for days under the radar. If Adrian needs a secure location off the grid, Petrova’s the type of guy who could provide it.” Damion exhaled slowly, his mind racing. He pulled out his phone and made a quick call. The line clicked. A voice answered on the other end. “Mr. Blackwood.” “Felix, I need an update on Adrian’s movements,” Damion said, wasting no time.

The man exhaled, then did as she commanded. His face was wrinkled, his beard streaked with white. But his eyes—piercing and sharp—reminded her of something she couldn’t quite place. Then he spoke. “You finally made it,” he said, his voice heavy with age and knowledge. “Ayesha Malik.” Her breath caught in her throat. He knew her. Adrian’s gun didn’t waver. “Who the hell are you?” The man smiled faintly. “My name is Dr. Viktor Nazarov. And I’ve been waiting for you.”

His expression was relaxed, but his gaze was sharp. He held a glass of whiskey loosely in his hand, his other tucked into his pocket. “Sorry,” I said, quickly straightening. “I didn’t mean to…” “Hide?” he finished, his lips curving. “That’s exactly what I’m doing too.” I studied him carefully. There was something familiar about his face. He offered a hand. “Adrian Blake.” The name hit me like a bell. One of the most respected investors in the country. Ruthless, brilliant, unpredictable.

Of course he was. “And this power, how do you intend to help me get it?” A moment of silence stretched between us. Minutes passed and he still stared at me absentmindedly like he was in deep thought. With a heave of a shaky breath, he rose from his seat as her ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. “The pakhan of Russian Bratva. Viktor Nikolai Advik.” The glass in my hand shattered, my blood trickled down my clothed thigh, my eyes stayed widened and unblinking and I remained unmoving.

he said pulling me, not saying one more word to him, Adrian pulled me and walked towards the packhouse. "Who is he?" I asked "My cousin, his name is Ivan," he said before he pushed the door lock and leaned into me, his breath fanning my face his eyes searched mine before his lips fell on mine and he kissed me, I smiled, his arousal was fuming the air. "Goddess you are fucking beautiful," he said kissing me. "Adrian..." My voice sounded needy and I knew I was melting inside and my body was longing for him.

A stunning young woman huffs, folding her arms across her chest, looking at the three of us most unpleasantly. “I’m...” I start to say, but she holds out her hand, making me close my mouth quickly. “I know who you are.” She narrows her eyes at the three of us. “I know who all of you are, Luna Ashleigh Blackwood, Beta Daniel Richmond, and Gamma Eric Stephans. You are all a long way from home.”

I said, turning my laptop off “we have a lot to do this afternoon” *********************************** “Dante, you know that my respect for your family is endless, but these plans are not ones that would work. If anything, we might lose more than we would ever gain” Mikhail Baryshnikov said, looking at me. This man in specific was one of the oldest investors and partners of the family. He was also one of the men who encouraged Giovanni into dropping his family to build a bigger empire.

I can't seem to notice any apprehension in this Raven guy. "Oh please, you can just call me Fabian, Michael." He replied to me and sweetly smiled as if he's unaware of his situation right now. For a human like him, I admire his courage for acting so tough when I know deep down that he's a scared little shit. "I don't care about your name, Fabian. I'm gonna make this easy and painless to you if you cooperate and tell me what I needed to know." I said to him with conviction and I went straight to the vault which is located in the east corner of the room and then I typed the four-digit code into the vault to open it. I can't help but smile in a sinister manner when I saw all the shiny and sharp

I said as I fought a smile. “You give them everything and this is how they treat you,” Gabe sighed. “I’ll get started on your mythical. I’m Adea. What can I get you?” I asked his friend. “I heard. I’m Leo. I’ll take what Gabriel’s having,” he said. He wore a white baseball cap flipped back, his blonde hair was shaved short, but long in the front. He was handsome, his light brown eyes stared at me with interest and a hint of jealousy. As if there was anything to be jealous about between me and Gabe.

, he adds. "Thank you. And Ivanna, he is Mr Adavan Gomez, founder of this association. He is a great musician and a great person", Christian introduces him to me but I remain silent. "Ivanna", Christian jerks me. "Greet him", he whispers as I uncomfortably look at Adavan. "H..hi", I stammer. "Nice to meet you", he offers me a handshake. To save the courtesy, I accept it. He squeezes my hand lightly as I shiver, then he leans to my hand and places a kiss. I immediately pull out my hands from his grip. He shows no reaction.