Elite Ivan Novels & Stories

"You better have something for me, you disgusting fool!" David was piqued by the slight hint of cheerfulness in Ivan's eyes. "I...I...I... I'm working on it, Mr. Kingston." Ivan stuttered as he hid his trembling hands behind his back. "These people are good at covering their tracks. They are uncommonly skilled. But since they are not aliens, I promise you, we will find them and I will personally hand them over to you."

“How do you remember all that?” Ivan scoffed. “Please. Out of all my friends, you were the only one aiming to be some kind of living saint. Of course I remember your earth-shattering declarations.” Then, with mock seriousness, he added, “Looks like you finally managed to drain the water out of your head.” Levi was at a loss for words. He sighed, knowing better than to expect anything decent from Ivan’s mouth. “I’ve always told you to give up that noble dream and go inherit the family business. You’re the only heir to the Young family. That massive medical equipment company’s just sitting there waiting for you.

“Starlight, I heard you bought a piano for 400,000 dollars and nearly got beaten to the punch?” North was speechless. She thought for a second before she recalled what it was this guy was talking about. It was the incident where Cynthia had tried to steal the piano from her. “...Ivan Ivory, isn’t your news coming a little late?” Ivan’s eyebrows furrowed. “Why are you calling me by my full name? The next stop on my world tour is Peacevale. Let’s find a time to meet up.” North nodded. Ivan came from a family of musicians. Although he was young, he was already a world-renowned pianist. She had learned to play the piano from him.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

He didn’t tear away his eyes at her as if there were just the two of them. “I like the color of your eyes.” He said. “They’re the color of honey.” “Thank you.” She was quite happy. No one had ever praised her for her looks. “By the way, I am Caeruleus. And you?” “My name’s Ellaine.” Now, even she can’t tear her eyes away from Caeruleus. She can hear bells ringing somewhere far away but she didn’t have the time to look away and search for it. Her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her.

Vladimir growled. The room erupted into chaos. Daniil's smile widened. "Sold to Vladimir Petrov for $1.2 million," Daniil announced. Ivy's fate was sealed. As Vladimir approached, Ivy's heart sink. "You'll make a fine addition to my collection," Vladimir sneered. Ivy's world crumbled. She was now a possession, a toy for Vladimir's twisted desires. Daniil's smile twisted. "Enjoy your new prize, Vladimir," Daniil said. Vladimir's laughter sent shivers down Ivy's spine.

“You’re a walking half-trillion dollars.” “I’m more than just the money I inherit, Mom,” Lilian blurted. “Your brother has fallen in love with a foolish woman,” Iva said. “And now, you’re defying me, too.?” “You’re calling Elena foolish?” Lilian smiled. “Yeah, of course you’d call that because she did your job. She did what you were supposed to do.” “What?” Iva frowned. “What nonsense are you spouting?”

It wasn't Elya who couldn't live without them. It was them who couldn't survive without her. *** Ivan pulled every string he could, asking around until someone finally dropped the name—Stepnoye. Some tiny, forgotten village. His hands shook as he dialed. A guy with a thick accent picked up. "Hello? Who's this?" "I need to speak to Elya Lovren," Ivan said, tight with urgency. "Ms. Lovren? Hold on. Call back in ten." Ivan's chest thudded. It felt like hope.

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.”