Novel & Cerita Adrian Ivashkov

She had no idea when they attached it to her body in her unconsciousness before bringing her here. “Isaac….” She cried out in pure terror. “Mia…” Isaac's eyes blazed in fury as he charged towards Adrian. “You fucker.. I will kill you!” “Five minutes!” The two words that froze everyone there, including Isaac. While Adrian enjoyed the expressions of shock in everyone's face. He proudly and overconfidently laughed at them all. “Well, what would you say now, Pakhan?” He stared at Vladimir, his eyes shining in mockery as he overpowered The Bratva Pakhan yet again. He lost once again.

His aura was overwhelming but Adam knew that he could not lose Jessica again. “Don't be a hero, lovebird! Just walk away and fuck something else,” Ivan said and smirked. Adam was panting in rage. His eyes were bloodshot. Ivan saw that and cackled. “Y'know what? Make my fucking day!” Ivan said and opened his arms mockingly, challenging Adam to have a go at him.

He turn to Iris " was it because he's the Italian Mafia Boss and I am the Russian Mafia Boss? " Bombshell drop! Konstantin Dmitri just spilled the beans. Iris's face whiten in great , incomparable shock. Konstantin saw this and was awe by it. For a long time he laughed heartily " Don't Tell me you fall for him without knowing he is the Italian Mafia Boss, a bully, a murderer, a drug lord, a criminal and a psychopath. You don't know? " Slowly, shakily iris turn towards Maximo in question. She was shivering and now she was crying, shedding tears of agony.

His anger showed in the form of his eyes flashing from blue to obsidian and back. "What my sister is trying to say," the pale, red-head intervened with a charming grin and raised hands—for the life of me, I couldn't see how the two were related, "for hers, your packs, and your own safety, its safer for her not to be near battle when she's not prepared for it. For the love of the Goddess, I can see the fear in her eyes," he turned his gentle smile on me with an exuberant wave, "hi, I'm Sylvain. Tania is my mate."

Ryan reminded and both Ivan and Adrian simultaneously let out frustrated sighs. "So what, we're not gonna do anything about them or at least try to put a stop to their shenanigans? We can't just keep watching them do whatever they like Ryan. They might have failed the first time but I doubt they'd simply give up after the first try. They're gonna try to pull another one of their dirty tricks and you might not be so lucky next time bro," Adrian stated, clearly displeased by how calm Ryan looked.

“Here’s another question from @MiraClassics: Aren’t you one of Devin Mávros’ flings?” Evan choked on his beer. “What the fuck?” “Is this Devin, the one from Mávros enterprises?” Kandra looked behind the camera and another message popped on the screen from ‘@MiraClassics: yes. That hot bachelor.’ “Were you? I mean, that guy is one of the most sought out bachelors in New York if not in the entire world.”

Albert groaned like wounded animal and falls on the road. “What was that for? “Adan asked. Ivan burns the engines and said, “Bloody hypocrite. I should have sent a bullet between his eyes but I save that for you.” Adan smirks proudly at Ivan before returning his gaze on his lap. Fuck, he cannot believe his luck. ***

"Now you want to kill me because of a woman that belongs to another and you have fucking son and a mate under your roof and you still want to fuck..." "Ivan," a loud growl left his throat, he was aiming a punch towards Ivan's face. Ivan wasn't expecting that taking that word in a sentence that referred to Thalia would make Todd go berserk again. Adrian was fast he was holding Todd while the young man was struggling to get out of Adrian's grip. "Ivan, I have been fucking patient with you but the next time that you will mention Tia..."

Alexander: Caspian fell asleep less than an hour after he arrived, the kind of exhaustion that comes from too much excitement and too many questions. Eventually, exhaustion won. I carried him myself, and he barely stirred when I laid him down, turning onto his side and clutching the blanket as if he had always slept there. For a long time I simply stood beside the bed and watched him. Four years. He had changed in ways that made me both proud and uneasy. The softness of a toddler’s face had given way to something sharper, a line in the jaw that belonged to the Petrova bloodline. He was my son. The thought should have been uncomplicated, but it arrived wrapped in anger and a dozen other thing

he leaned over and gave me a quick wink, "you were a perfect lady in your unconscious state." I found that incredibly hard to believe. When I didn't laugh at his apparent joke, he straightened back up and tried putting a slightly more serious note back into his voice. "Well, how incredibly rude of me. We haven't yet been introduced. I'm Adrian. Adrian Ivashkov," he gave me a small, polite bow. Ivashkov. I knew that name. Where had I heard that name? I realized my manners were basically non-existent throughout our interaction and righted myself by giving him a quick curtsy. "It's nice to meet you Mr. Ivashkov. I'm—"