Book Ivan Novels & Stories

He’s different from other guys. Ivan is a quiet person. I haven’t seen him converse with anyone outside his pack, and if he did, his responses were brief or accompanied by small gestures. He has a dominating persona that exudes authority, power, and intelligence. He was athletically built and tall. Plays basketball and is the captain of our school's basketball team.

She pulled his blanket back up. Ivan was curled on his side. His notebook was on the pillow beside him, still open, the pen tucked into the spiral. She reached for it to close it and stopped. He'd drawn the monastery again. He kept coming back to it. But this version was different from the one he'd given Dmitri. He'd added people. Tiny figures in the windows. Two small ones, a taller one, and one very large one standing in the courtyard below. All of them facing the same direction. Like they were looking at something together.

The red, blue, yellow, and black ropes are tangled and tangled together. It may be difficult for others, but not for those who have fought a lot on the battlefield, like Phil, Vasco, and Ivan Domenica. Ivan carefully cut the ropes with his dagger. He chewed on a strawberry-flavored gum, the one Emma had given him before he left. Fortunately, Ivan has a habit of always chewing gum whenever he destroys a bomb. It helps him feel more focused.

Finn the fourth young master cried out. Ivan glanced to the side. Finn, that young boy has grown into a fine handsome young man. He remembered when that twelve year old boy cried when he was leaving the mansion. The seventeen years old Ivan bent down and tapped him on his shoulder. “Surely, I will be back.” “Hmm, I am back.” He called out as he ruffled his hair. He tapped Ivan’s hand away, “Brother, I am no longer that young kid anymore, I have grown now.”

DANICA Ivan’s name glared at me from the glowing screen, bold and merciless, as though daring me to answer. My thumb hovered, frozen between flight and surrender. Every nerve in me screamed don’t pick up, yet something heavier pressed down because ignoring him wasn’t really an option. It never had been. Finally, with a shaky breath, I slid my thumb across. “Ivan,” I said, my voice low, barely above a whisper. For a moment, nothing, just silence thick enough to make my chest tighten. Then his voice cut through, sharp and metallic, like a blade being drawn.

Every part of me was drained, exhausted, as if the pain had consumed everything I had left. A new voice cut through the air, sharp and unyielding. "Colton, step back. You're making it worse." Ivan. I could barely make out his figure, but his scent—fresh strawberries, sickeningly sweet—lingered in the air, mixing with Colton’s overpowering presence. "I said, back the fuck up!" Ivan’s voice was firm, unafraid, and that was rare. No one stood up to Colton. No one ever dared.

*** Ivan sat outside watching the beautiful morning sun rise, he had always been an early riser. He had found it extremely hard to sleep in the house because he had never really had a home to call his. Every night was an adventure with him, from sleeping in taverns, stables and underneath the open skies, one could never get used to a house. He itched to go back to the life he knew and loved. Unfortunately, he was stuck with a certain old man and his annoying but beautiful daughter. Beautiful, he thought to himself. It made no sense to him why he would compliment her. After all she was the reason he could barely move on his own let alone be out in the woods…

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

How did I go from the girl who wanted nothing more than to keep her family safe to the woman caught between loyalty to her brother and feelings for the man who wanted to destroy him? I found Ivan later that night in the library. He was sitting in one of the armchairs near the fireplace, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand, his gaze fixed on the flames. He looked tired—more than I had ever seen him. There was a faint shadow of pain in his eyes, but it vanished the moment he noticed me standing in the doorway. “What do you want?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. I swallowed hard, stepping into the room. “We need to talk.”

I didn’t need to glance at him to know that Caden was glaring back. “Glad to see you didn’t burn down the place before I─” I pulled up short, eyes zeroing on the book in Ivan’s hand. “What is that?” I asked, my voice a tad higher pitched than usual. To my indignation, he didn’t answer, only turned the next place. “Is that my diary? You can’t just read it! Give it back!” I shrilled lunging for it. Unfortunately, he was much faster, swirling away and holding the book higher up, his eyes still trained raptly on the words.