Elite Ivan Novels & Stories

It was time for Celine to be worried” Jared, tell me exactly what you did to Ivan, I have seen the man and he isn’t one of my fans. I do know that he wasn’t going to accept to represent me willingly.” This woman seems to know each and every one of his moves, this is very interesting.

he orders. “Prince Ivan is indeed the person who sold off Lady Vadimovna to the traders,” Leo said. “I have news from our spies in Ezealyra gave me this news. Ivan has been in a massive debt thanks to his gambling addiction. He also bought a large villa for one of his mistresses and is accumulating more debts.” “He has not changed at all,” Dmitri sighs. “The same old perverted boy who refuses to grow up.” “But is this not better?” Leo asks his lord. “With Lady Vadimovna here with us, we can smoothly execute our plans.”

I asked, curiously. "It's called idlect, a combination of idleness and neglect to beat the manipulation. I am not sure whether that's the only thing he's under but this will do for now." "We have to make him drink this. Let's go." Evelyn said, marching out the room. I nodded, bidding Ruby goodbye before following behind Evelyn along with Ivan. "So, how do we make him drink it?" Ivan asked, looking at us as we entered the room. He was still on his phone, giggling like a creep. That wasn't cute at all.

And with that, Blake dematerialized before them, leaving them astonished. Regaining his composure, Mr. Herbert looked at Ivan with a smile. “Let’s settle this little misunderstanding before the whole building is evacuated and invite Mr. Elon back as soon as possible. I have so many questions. I feel he’s made contact with someone from the inner world, but if so,____ the treaty would have been broken.”

Ivan gave him a serious and doubtful look. Perhaps he was surprised by his question. Furthermore, the man knows that Jaime is his guardian. "Are you serious?" With frown, Ivan asked him. He nodded before answering Yes. Meanwhile, Jobel prepared the porridge he bought for Daveryl so that he could eat. Although it had in mind the conversation earlier about Daveryl being a Dominant Omega. If Daveryl were to become his again, he might be recognized more quickly by the public. His Father Cedric will not underestimate him anymore.

I could tell he was furious by the look on his face. After a brief moment of hesitation, he spoke, his strong voice resonating throughout the spacious throne room. "All right, now that everyone is present, let's get started without wasting any more time. Stephen, Could you explain to the people in this place what you did wrong and why you are kneeling here?" Glancing down at Steven, who was still kneeling on the chilly floor tiles, he gave an order. The more Steven fixed his eyes on the ground. He was shaking when he spoke. He muttered, barely audible under his voice, "I almost raped Evelyn last night," but loud enough for everyone to hear.

“But Mr. Harrington, when you and your wife went through IVF treatments years ago, you made it public. So why the sudden silence about Evelyn’s existence?” Carlos, standing off to the side, caught the subtle tightening of Mr. Harrington’s jaw, a sign that the question struck a nerve. Before Mr. Harrington could answer, Carlos took a subtle step forward, his voice cutting through the air with a smooth calmness. “The IVF treatments were part of a very public journey,” Carlos explained, his tone reassuring, almost protective. “But Evelyn’s story is hers to tell. It’s not about the past. It’s about the future. And Evelyn is more than capable of shaping that future with the legacy of her father.”

“Step back, Elka.” She ignored him. “She chose you, Ivy,” Elka said. “From the very beginning. Even when you didn’t know her name, you were already hers. She doesn’t want to control the world anymore. She wants to leave it in someone else’s hands. Yours.” I felt like the ground shifted beneath me. “You’re lying.” She reached into her coat and tossed another file on the table. A thick dossier, marked: IVY VANCE – SUCCESSION PROTOCOL

The honking if cars, the blaring of Sirens from below gave me a feel of reality. Ivana has been through so much in her life; an orphan who has only had the love and protection of her friend, abused by the men who would have protected her- myself included. I gritted my teeth at the thought of that. Yes , I was guilty too, and saving her from Zarvier doesn't make me any better than him. Ivana was supposed to be a one night stand, I still remember that night at the Midnight club when I saw her dancing seductively on the stage, the most organically beautiful stripper I have ever seen - or so I thought.

"My name is Ivan. My team and I come highly recommended by some of our mutual friends in Europe. We specialize in providing comprehensive security solutions for high-value assets. It is an honor to be entrusted with the safety of this estate." Jack’s eyes met Ivan’s. To a normal person, the man projected an aura of supreme competence and detached professionalism. But to Jack’s Predator’s Sight, Ivan’s spiritual aura was a shocking, flat gray. It was devoid of the flickering colors of human emotion—no fear, no ambition, no pride. It was the color of wet concrete, a silent, unmoving void. He wasn't just a highly trained soldier; he was something else entirely. A machine in human skin.