Elite Ivan Novels & Stories

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.

I could see the calm, steady figure of our butler, Kevin Chapman, walking toward me with my coat under the distant streetlight. Just as I was about to walk over to him, Ivan went back inside his car and rolled down the windows, the breeze carrying his voice to my ears. "Ariel… You actually really wanted it just now, didn't you? Your body's a lot more honest than that stubborn mouth of yours." My back stiffened as I clenched my fists in anger. Chelsea's boasting voice echoed in my mind again. "Ivan is simply amazing in bed! He's the best out of all the men I've ever dated. Wanna try? I promise that you'll keep thinking about him afterward once you've had a taste of him."

He approached Trace's desk and took a glass of rum and three cubes of ice, definitely turned around and faced Trace's rude face. "Vergara, Vergara, Vergara ...." Ivan sarcastically called Trace’s surname and there's a small line of smile formed on Ivan's lips. Ivan hold the glass of rum and started to talk to his friend who stares at him like who wanted to commit a murder with a person. Ivan Anderson is a Half Filipino and Half British descent, he's a famous celebrity hunk all over the world. He has known for his sexy and action roles in Hallywood. Ivan is one of the richest, biggest and famous friend of Trace.

He continued, “It began with the First One—Arnold Dein. Descendant of Earth. No one knows why he was chosen, but when his gifts manifested, he opened the portal to Elite. From him, the monarchy began. Each ruler is a descendant of Earth, marked by abilities. There have been seventeen so far, Mauve. You are to be the eighteenth.” Mauve couldn’t help it—her lips curled into a mocking laugh. “That’s the best kidnapping story you could come up with?” Nicholas stiffened but held his composure. “Can I ask questions now?” “Yes,” he allowed. “Where’s your proof?” The question caught him off guard. He faltered, searching for words. “Elitian technology cannot cross over,” Sephie stepped in. “Only an E

A living, breathing child who carried his blood. If that was true, then why had we been told, in no uncertain terms, that our purpose here was to give Alexander Petrova an heir? Why buy human women and keep them in a harem if one of his own already walked the estate? The questions multiplied with every step and none of the answers made sense. Helena must have noticed the way my jaw tightened because she glanced at me. “You’re unusually quiet,” she said. “I’m thinking,” I answered. “That tends to worry me,” she replied, and I stopped walking. She took another step and then realized I had halted. “You are free to ask the questions you want.” she said calmly.

Compared to their past lifetime, the Ivan of this current time pushed his mother from the seat of power much earlier, and because of his action, Ehrlich was viewed in a different light from foreign kingdoms – Ehrlich was powerful and affluent and a kingdom none could ignore. And she saw evidence of this when she traveled from the port to the palace during the carriage ride. It’d been a long while since she last saw Ehrlich, but it was more colorful than the grayish aura she remembered. The markets were more vibrant and the people’s smiles were brighter and more carefree. And to top it off, Ivan won the naval battle against Coulson. Ivan was satisfied with her answer and gave a weak smile. “I

He'll leave the boring stuff to his brother. His father left within minutes, and Ivan stayed staring at the girl who was looking down on the floor. It wasn't the first time his father gave him this kind of present, but he can't help but say that she was the prettiest yet. With a smile, he knew what use he had of her. Of Madeline. # "Eliana..." Ivan gritted his teeth, resisting the pain in his shoulders as he glared at her. "Sister." He spitted the word out as if it was poison.

Clarence coughed. “And Ashley’s mated into such a family.” Lorna frowned, shaking her head. “The poor thing.” “Lia has always wanted power,” Ivan grunted. “What does that mean? Did she used to try and get with you?” Clarence asked. Ivan cringed and shook his head. “No. She aimed higher.” “There’s higher than you? You’re what, nine feet tall?” Finn teased with a laugh. “No. I am roughly two and a half meters tall. So, eight foot one inches.” Ivan explained. “She set her sights on Ignazio and Gastone.”

Ivana shouted. People started whispering around. “You know, the loss of your child is probably your karma. You fly too high. You are too ambitious. You think you had a ONE NIGHT STAND with a Gray? You pretend you don’t want Jacob to know that Yael is his son. Well, that was really your plan from the beginning, wasn’t it? TO GET A GRAY IMPREGNATE YOU, SO THAT YOU CAN CLAIM THEIR WEALTH!” Ivana said angrily.