Book Ivan Novels & Stories

~ ° ~ ° ~ AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi y'all 💗 Just wanted to brief you guys on who Ivan and his wife, Sophia is. They are the main characters on my first Mafia book (Don't worry, it is a standalone and these characters are just making a brief appearance). It is a love story between a billionaire heiress and a Russian Mafia boss. For better understanding, I will try to see if I could get my editor to let me publish that on here. Thank you

He just watched, calm as a predator letting the others do the tearing. When the last man hit the floor, Ivan finally stood. Taller. Straighter. He adjusted his shirt like it was dust he was brushing off, not blood. He looked down at Caffrey slumped in the booth, fear dripping off him. “I’ll still come for my money,” Ivan said, voice flat, final. “And when I do, pray you’ve found it.” Then he turned, walking through smoke and neon like a king leaving court. His boys fell in step behind him without needing to be told.

I felt myself squirmed and inched closer to his side, showing off to my father just how close we were both getting. Gahhh...if only he knew. But then, maybe it’s best that he didn’t. ***** Angelica: Oh, Ivan. I’ve missed you 😘 Dottie: And you are? Why are you even here? Angelica: Woah there, you’re the sidekick from book four. You don’t mess with the sidekick from book one. Ivan: Ange, babe, come on. This is still not our story 😌

Anya notched her bow and let it spear through the buck’s heart, gritting her teeth. “Who exactly is Ivan Tsarevich?” she asked. “And however could I be like him?” Dmitri clapped her on the back in congratulations, then threw the buck over his shoulders. “He is Ivan the Prince, Ivan the Fool, a headstrong immortal that was once a man, the eternal enemy of King Kashchei the Deathless, chaser of firebirds and lost princesses, dead but alive, and always, always lost, with an ever wandering heart. There are many stories about him – just as there will be many stories about you one day.”

I glance at the washbasin, thinking a splash of water on my face might do me good. As I head out of the bedroom, I hear Lavinia muttering to herself. "Strange, strange...I've never seen this before..." Curiosity piqued, I move towards the sound of her voice. As I enter the main room, I see her hunched over a dusty old book, muttering to herself. She looks up when she hears me enter, surprise registering on her face. "Winter!" she exclaims, snapping the book shut. "Good morning, dear," she says softly. "I hope you slept well."

he mumbled into his father’s pants. “What about school? What grade are you in?” Silence. “Ivan,” Maxwell said gently, “the lady asked you a question.” “First grade,” Ivan whispered without looking at me. “That’s wonderful! Do you have a favorite teacher?” Ivan peeked around Maxwell’s chair to glare at me, then disappeared again. “I brought you a book,” I said desperately, reaching for the picture book I’d selected. “It’s about a little boy who goes on adventures.” Ivan immediately turned his back to me completely.

He remained silent and Shay had nothing else to say, "Uhm... you're not supposed to smoke here.” "Who says?" Shay pointed at the sign right beside him. It clearly said DO NOT SMOKE HERE, but Ivan simply rolled his eyes and took another inhale before blowing the smoke toward her. "I don’t care," he responded, giving Shay a long look from her hair to her sneakers, "You are very young. A... puppy." "No, not really. I'm twenty." "So young," Ivan said, with actual emotion on his face for once. The emotion wasn't a nice one, though, "I'm two hundred and eighty-eight years old."

Like he was a fleet of trucks. "What are you doing back here?" I jumped, the ledger nearly flying out of my hands. Ivan was standing at the end of the aisle. He looked tired, his hair a bit messy, his tie loosened at his throat. He was leaning against a bookshelf, watching me with those calculating eyes. "Just... looking for that book you wanted," I said, my voice coming out thin. I tried to close the ledger, but I wasn't fast enough. Ivan walked over, his footsteps silent on the rug. He knelt down beside me, his presence immediately making the air feel smaller. He looked at the open page. I felt him stiffen.

Sitting, Victoria took a few seconds to allow the last dredges of sleep to leave her brain. She still couldn’t believe she had changed her mind and had agreed to spend the night at Ivan’s. Once outside the parking garage, the cold air did the trick and she felt on high alert, although she remained quiet as she followed Ivan to his apartment. His place was nice, very nice, the ultimate bachelor pad. She followed him across a plush carpet to the living room where a fifty-inch flat screen television

JENNIE’S POV The air in the cabin shifted instantly. It became cold, sharp, and electric. Ivan didn’t move a muscle, but the way he looked at the door told me he was ready to kill whatever stepped through it. He looked like a man made of stone, his green eyes narrowed into slits. “Ivan”, Nikolai’s voice came again, followed by a light mocking laugh. “Is that any way to greet your little brother? I spent three days digging through the garbage of this city to find you.”