Adrian Ivashkov Novels & Stories

The pain in Levi's eyes is evident and I don't know why I didn't consider that most of Abaddon's team were also his closest friends, they all grew up together so they'll be grieving his loss like family. "Yes, Alpha." He nods, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows back the emotion. His hand lands on Cain's shoulder. "I'm sorry for your loss." "Don't be, it's yours not mine, but I am sorry you're hurting." Cain replies and Levi closes his eyes for a moment, composing himself before he says goodnight. When he opens the door, I see Gene standing outside, waiting with a number of the warriors and they walk away together in the direction of his house.

"So you'll forget you ever saw this report. Or you get nothing.” "Says who?" The door swung open. Every head turned. Ivan Volkov walked in like he owned the building. Some executives looked confused. Others recognized him immediately. Adrian's stomach dropped. Ivan Volkov. Billionaire. Tech mogul. His competitor. Adrian's gaze snapped to Arabella. She was smiling. Genuinely smiling. At Ivan. Adrian's jaw clenched. "Mr. Volkov." Adrian's voice was tight. "To what do we owe this unannounced visit?”

Alpha Leonardo; Just as Anthony had promised, his boys and cars were ready. The only part of him I settled with — he was always available when called upon. Even if it was his worst day, he would still show up for you. At first, I hated this so much about him. He was always available to carry out the mission of his annoying father. Then, admiration replaced hatred. I found myself loving him for this reason. Even while our both families were mortal enemies, there were days Anthony still showed up for me. The reason why he was my first call-to-action person right now Max and Liam were not available.

“Come on, Roman. You were looking at the man who called himself Adrian as if you would harm him instantly if you got the chance. I deserve to know who he is as your personal assistant. Your enemies are my enemies now.” Her last statement was what I would've said. I owed her the truth. If not for anything, for the fact that she hadn't taken Adrian's hand in a handshake even without me telling her not to. “That's Adrian Giovanni, the leader of the Giovanni family and my direct rival on the streets of Cleveland.”

(Ready our men. Ivan didn't hesitate as he firmly responded with a single nod and left. "Да, босс." (Yes, boss.) Valerian adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves as he chuckled once again out of amusement. Adrian Blackwood had made a mistake. And Valerian Mikhail Vasiliev was about to remind him why that was the worst thing he could have ever done. All of a sudden, as he made his way out of his study, a flicker of movement in the hall caught his sharp gaze.

“How did you know it’s a sham?” She reached for the laptop, slender fingers moved on the mouse pad, browsing through the files until she pulled up the data on Adrik Dmitri, a.k.a Colibri, a Russian assassin who’s been working for Summit Petroleum with Viviana’s Dad. They were friends from the details we gathered. A betrayal by someone close to you was a painful punishment I don’t want to experience, honestly.

"You look stronger. The sickness has started?" I looked at him in shock, my hand unknowingly reaching over to cover my belly. “You knew? You knew that this would happen?” A thin smile spread on his face. It wasn't evil, just full of a wild certainty. "It was always a possibility. A very welcome one." “Who are you?” I managed to say, voicing out the words from my mouth loud, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “My name is Kael. I am the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack,” he said.

Most were harmless, many claiming to be married. Her fourth partner was someone she recognized; he was quite handsome for a blonde. It took her a few minutes of careful dancing to figure out who he was. He looked every bit the English knight, from his accent to his attire. Unlike the others, he didn’t need to count to keep time, which allowed him to engage her in conversation. "You look stunning, Lady Hera." His voice was smooth as silk. Her cheeks flushed. "Thanks, Mr. Grady." "Just call me Shawn. Your formality is hurting my feelings."

I am happy that one day, he’ll be the one to rule Alvannia after my father. Valerian wore a long black jacket over a waistcoat that was buttoned down. A black long-sleeved shirt underneath hugged his skin. Unlike the other black parts of the jacket, the top collar, the lapels, his cuffs, the buttons, and the center fronts of the coat were striking gold. His long black hair fell graciously on his shoulders. “Who’s that?” I asked pointing at a man that walked beside my father as he approached us. “Oh, that’s King Iyrick of Meldonis. This year’s ball will be hosted in his palace. I’m guessing he came to personally escort us to his kingdom.” Valerian answered, waving at the unfamiliar old man.

“Why are you here, and why am I tied up?” Ivan leans forward, his eyes glinting with malice. “How do I explain this to you, krasivy? I think I’ll start with my name. It’s not Ivan. Let me reintroduce myself - I’m Vladimir Aleksander.” The name hits me like a physical blow, my blood turning to ice in my veins. “That’s impossible,” I whisper. “Stefano killed you years ago.” Vladimir Alesksander is the name of the former Kazan gang leader.