Elite Ivan Novels & Stories

As the elevator hummed toward the top floor, I ran over what I’d say. “Hi, Mr. Jay,huge fan.” No. Too desperate. “You were amazing in Sunset Lasts Forever. Mind if I get an autograph?” Ugh, he probably hears that ten times a day. “Hey, Brian. I'm Ivy. And I think you’re the reason my dating standards are ruined.” I snorted to myself. Yeah, no. I’d probably faint before I could form a coherent sentence. What if he was still in? What if I just… happened to knock after I was done?

“You didn’t know?” Elena’s eyes widened. “You own… everything, don’t you?” Damon bent down to her face. His breath brushed her ear. “Not everything. Not yet.” Her friends whistled from the dance floor. “Go, Elena!” one of them yelled. She ignored them, heart racing. “I’m off the clock, Mr. Voss. You can’t boss me around here.” His grip tightened. “Call me Damon tonight.” His voice dropped even lower. “And I can do whatever the fuck I want in my own club.”

Livie broke eye contact when she heard someone calling her before she headed to that place, I followed her with my gaze towards where she was going, noticing how she froze when she met Daniel Gómez, the basketball team captain, and although I wasn’t short with 7’10, it could be said that Daniel was more than five inches taller and he was considered a dwarf in front of the rest of the giraffes in the team, and not only did his height stand out in Daniel, it wasn’t necessary to add his Latin features because his Mexicans parents. The son of a bitch could not be considered ugly even by a blind man; on the contrary, he looked like a fucking famous actor when he walked the corridors and women lit

The usually composed Evan lost his composure. Meanwhile, Ivan had yet to regain his senses after learning the shocking news. “What? Seriously, who the hell is she?! What the actual f*ck?!” Ivan swore profusely. He was on the verge of uttering a string of expletives. He never would have thought that Ivanka, who had just walked past him, was Violet Cress! “What’s going on? How did you guys find out she’s Violet Cress?!”

Ivan takes it, breaks the seal with one flick of his thumb, and scans the contents. When he speaks, his voice is cold. “An invitation,” he says. “From Alpha Gideon Hallow.” Even though Alpha Ivan barely attends any parties or celebrations, people send him invitations every time out of respect and custom. I clutch my baby closer to my chest. “What kind of invitation?” “A celebration." Ivan's fingers pinch the letter harshly. "For the birth of his heir.”

Ivy’s head barely reached his shoulder, but her hold on him was strong, as if she could shield him from everything the world might throw his way. “You’ll do great, Ivan,” she said with confidence. “I trust you.” “Thank you, sis,” he smiled down at her, moving on to his mate, Evelyn, who stood close by, tears already streaking her cheeks. Ivan cupped her face, murmuring something to her that none of us could hear, before kissing her softly.

I watched his eyes meet with Lyle’s. “Yes, he insisted on finishing his conversation with you.” Lyle groaned. “Who is Ivan?” I asked. “Ivan is someone who works directly for me. His alliance isn’t with the kingdom but with me. He isn’t bound to lycan law and can do things that others can’t because of it. He is a werebear who gave his life to me for saving him. He is a bit rough around the edges but a good guy overall.” “As long as you don’t get too close.” Lyle snorted.

"Ivan Trevelyan, famous Business tycoon; Chief Executive Officer and sole owner of Trevelyan Enterprise Holdings and several other worldwide branches; who holds the record for Most Eligible Bachelor in the whole of America, is getting married today," the news anchor, a middle-aged woman with ginger hair, said. "A little birdie, whose identity is better off anonymous, tipped off his wedding location and here we are, currently outside the-"

“I simply needed a moment of privacy.” “You required a moment alone,” he corrected, his tone lacking any trace of malice. “And that is understandable. This family can be overwhelming for those accustomed to minimal pressure.” He stepped closer, offering the bottle. “But you must understand, privacy is a luxury we rarely afford our new, highly valuable assets.” “I am not an asset,” I whispered fiercely. Ivan’s eyes, cold and precise, held mine. “You are. Dmitri and I operate on a foundation of shared intelligence, resources, and objectives. What one claims, the other secures.”

“I know you’re angry. You have every right to be. But running from me won’t protect you or the baby. Cole will destroy you if I’m not standing between you and him.” I hated that he was right. I hated how vulnerable I felt. I hated that even now, with betrayal burning in my chest, a small traitorous part of me still wanted him to pull me into his arms. “I need the truth,” I said, voice breaking. “All of it. No more secrets. Did you know who I was before the Zoom call? Be honest.” Ivan stared at me for a long moment. Then he nodded. “I suspected. Strongly. When I saw your photo and name in the Elite Veil file… I knew it was you from that night. That’s why I accepted the match immediately.”