Adrian Ivashkov Novels & Stories

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

The scandal between Sofia Montero and Adam Kavanaugh dominated the headlines in Khalidan, and the man's lips twisted into a sinister smirk. This was Ivan Volkov, a powerful figure in the hidden European underworld, known for his ruthless control over international dealings, from arms trade to black-market networking. Years ago, Sofia had stumbled into his orbit when she was just a desperate seventeen-year-old, lost and stranded in Europe. She had been naive, with no money and no connections, and in her desperation, she had made a deal with Ivan, a deal she would later regret.

"Observer status begins now." Rowan inclined his head once controlled, minimal. I didn't lower my gaze. I cataloged the room with the same precision a hunter uses to map a kill zone. To the left sat a man in his late forties, broad shouldered, military still, the kind of posture you only get from decades of enforced discipline. Adrian Volkov. I recognized him from private intelligence files: infrastructure dominance across Eastern Europe, energy grids, transit corridors, the kind of quiet control that makes governments nervous.

It was blurry, snapped from a security camera, but I could identify who Bianca was regardless. And next to her was some guy I'd never seen before. A large, broad-shouldered figure in a black suit, his stance confident, his presence intimidating even on screen. His features were angular, his jaw set, but there was something undeniably evil in him. "Who is it?" I breathed. "Viktor Androv," Damian snarled. "Russian arms dealer. Wealthy, powerful, and ruthless. If she's in partnership with him, then this is worse than we thought."

Ivan yelled out as he looked angrily at Dominic who dropped his wine and walked over to him. “Isn't that what I have been doing for years, facing you?, while you hide behind anything you can find scheming against me and yet you call me a coward”he snapped at ivan, Ivan was aware of his own truth; he was not like his cousin Dominic, who was bold and unafraid. Ivan preferred to stay in the background rather than confront challenges head-on. He had taken Classira and kept her hidden from Dominic for an entire year, relishing in Dominic's suffering and anguish. He had never faced Dominic directly, choosing instead to act like a coward. Deep down, Ivan recognized this reality but was unwilling to

“I’m fine.” “You don’t look like it,” the man replied, stepping closer with measured, non-threatening strides. “Your face… it’s the face of someone whose heart has been broken more than once.” The words struck a nerve. Vania’s brows furrowed. “I don’t know you. So, excuse me… I have no reason to discuss my life with you.” The man only gave a small smile and extended his hand. “Adrian Valerio.” Vania didn’t take it right away. “Vania.”

"Stay away from Ivan Romano. He's my biggest competitor. He is ruthless and dangerous. He will do anything to destroy me." Ivan Romano. Adrian's biggest rival and worst enemy. He was the only one who could help me now. I picked up my phone with trembling fingers and began searching. It took twenty minutes to find Ivan's private number buried deep in Adrian's files. I stared at it for a long time. Once I made this call, there would be no going back. But when I thought of my four babies, of Celeste's mocking laughter, of Adrian's cruelty, I pressed Call.

What's done is done. A knock on the door jolts me out of my thoughts. Dmitri enters, a glint of something I can’t quite place in his eyes. He is my best friend, my closest confidant. I should be able to tell him everything. But how do I tell him that I, Don Vasily Petrov, the formidable leader of the Russian Mafie, woke up in bed with another man? How do I tell him that the man I slept with is Adrian Volkov, my future brother-in-law, a man I despised, and that I can't stop thinking about him?

A man stood at the vault entrance. Tall. Elegant. Smiling calmly. Behind him were several armed men. Victor’s face went pale. “No…” Elizabeth whispered, “Who is that?” The man stepped forward. His voice was smooth and confident. “Good evening.” He looked directly at Lewis. “My name is Adrian Keller.” Lewis frowned. “Who are you?” The man smiled wider. “I represent The Covenant.” The room went silent. Adrian Keller slowly walked closer. Then he looked at Alexander Whitmore.

I was angry at myself for kissing Natalie. I was angry at her for kissing back. I was angry at Diego for interrupting us. I stared at the troubled expression on Diego’s face and immediately realised that whatever he was going to say next would only get me more upset. “Alpha Vincenzo has been killed “, he said.