Elite Ivan Novels & Stories

My voice came out flat. "Where did you find her, Lawson? Excellent taste as always." He licked his lips again. I exhaled slowly. Ivan and Natalia were two sides of the same coin. They just operated in different directions. Neither of them had ever seen a reason to keep their appetites to themselves. Skylar reached us. "Zane, this room is way too crowded. It took everything I had to find you." "I'm sorry you had to go through that, babe." I took her hand. "This is Ivan Dmitri, CEO of IND Technologies. You may have heard of him."

He kept talking, voice almost conversational, like he was discussing weather. “Especially with Queen Ivana’s help,” he said. For a second, my mind stalled. Ivana. The name didn’t fit neatly. It should have. Ivana was poison in a crown. She was cruel. Manipulative. Capable of destroying lives for power. But helping Roger Longman take Eldenwald? Helping a foreign president? That was treason on a scale that didn’t align with her selfishness. Because Ivana didn’t want Eldenwald taken.

Yeah, some luxurious things, some properties but look at the karma, this same luxurious things made fun of her poverty and now this same luxurious thing is giving him a lesson of life that no amount of money can buy DEATH. ~~~ He is looking at the floor, with a gun in his hand, his bodyguards standing outside of the operation theatre for the safety of their boss's wife. Suddenly his second trustworthy man ' Elijah ' comes and stands in front of him. " Any information?" Ivan asked in his deep American accent, sending shivers. " It's your dad, Alexander Black and Damon Enderson." His man informed him and Ivan tightened his jaw in anger. He wants to kill everyone but first, he needs to be here

"I think we need to get Ella out of here, Celine," Ivan murmured frantically. But he received a severe roll of the eyes from her. "Do you still have feelings for her?" Celine lashed out in rage. Ivan has no response to her. He does not want to get into trouble with Celine. Unlike Kamilla, Celine is quite a brat who throws tantrums whenever she is displeased. Under the watchful eyes of everyone inside the cafe, Kamilla took a seat next to Samuel Petrov.

He whipped his head around and snapped at Ivan, "Why are you just standing there? Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Luther!" Ivan frowned, his expression clearly displaying his reluctance. He was one of the Four Scions of Cloudcove and the successor to Dominion Group, but he was supposed to apologize to a lowly security guard? If word got out about this, how was he supposed to show himself in public ever again? Nevertheless, he dared not disobey Marius, so he could only step forward and say perfunctorily, "Sorry. I made a mistake." Damian glanced at Ivan before snorting. "Is that the attitude you take when you apologize? Doesn't seem very sincere to me."

On the other side, Ivan was seeing Neil and Ken off at the gate. The three of them harbored bitterness and saltiness within them, watching the silhouettes of the family growing smaller and smaller as they approached the dream villa. “Damn! This good-for-nothing shrimp stole the spotlight today!” “Yeah, I didn’t see that coming. So damn lucky! This sh*thead actually saved the Goddess of War’s life. She’s bolstered his pride enough already, even giving him a luminous pearl that’s worth five million, providing him an easy chance to use it as Old Man Taylor’s birthday present!” Ivan scoffed with a frosty expression.

Caroline smiled politely, catching my eye with an expression that clearly read, Oh, the flirting is aggressive. Ivan continued, leaning slightly closer. “I am Ivan. Vladimir’s right hand. I oversee the logistics and strategy. Perhaps, while you are here, you would allow me to provide you with a tour of the non-threatening parts of the estate? I am excellent company when I am not consolidating power.” Caroline listened patiently, her expression warm but amused.

He let the silence stretch and smirked at her. His voice was low. "You don’t even know what you’re doing to me." "I don’t care," she snapped. He stepped closer. Her back pressed instinctively against the wall. "You should." Ivan was surprised. Although, he changes women the same way he changes clothes. In his eyes, women were tools to satisfy his carnal desires without any strings attached. All women come to him willingly without the need to reach out to them as he thought they couldn’t resist him, this became his source of his pride as no woman will be able to resist his handsomeness. When he saw Ellen’s disgust towards him, he felt as if his pride had been trampled on.

I didn’t even realize I’d been staring until Jia leaned toward me, following my gaze. “Holy shit,” she whispered. “Is that… Ivan?” I nodded slowly. “Yeah.” “As in Ivan Clyde Gutiérrez? Izek’s little brother?” she gasped. “The grumpy kid who used to glare at everyone and looked like he’s always mad at the world?” I let out a soft chuckle. “Yes, Jia. That Ivan.” Jia’s jaw dropped. “No freaking way. That glow-up is unreal.” “Real as hell, Sis,” Yanna chimed in, eyes raking Ivan from head to toe. “Damn. Is it even legal to look that good?”

What the Hell did Tanya confess to me? This woman was just as crazy as they come. How naive can she be? "You don't think he ever loved you?" Eve hissed. "Fuck you!" Tanya turned the gun to Eve. Eve responded with a maniacal cackle. "He never loved you! You were his way into getting to Ivy!" Eve said, "He never cared about you! Clearly! I can't believe he let you stick around and cling to him like a pathetic child!"