Elite Ivan Novels & Stories

At that time, I didn’t read much into it, I just brushed it off as a bunch of nerdy hobbies but now, Elva might be the only one who knows him. Elva scrunches her brows. “Math club? Tall, blonde hair, does he wear glasses?” she asks and I nod in enthusiasm. “That’s Ivan Vexmore.” Elva says, widening her eyes. “No shit, that guy’s IQ is so freaking high, I heard he’s fluent in seven languages and has even published two books, he won the state championship for best chess player and his father owns these big hotel chains all across every pack!” Does the fact that I just got entangled with a total nerd make it better? Absolutely not.

Leo shrugged slightly, setting off a trigger. “What do you mean? Misunderstand?” Ivan's eyebrows furrowed, “Skylar is a professional and is good as well as excellent at her job. Only a fool would see a lady like her and start overthinking nonentity, instead of looking at the real deal he's got,” his face contorted into a frown, as he cleared his throat, as if pissed at nothing in particular. “So you agree that she is the real deal, yeah?” Ivan's eyes compulsively darted to the screen, as he looked at Leo's eyes for a few seconds, words suddenly stolen from his lips.

He is hot and he knows it, thus he doesn't mind showing off his body. Ivan on the other hand, took his stance and stared at Ivy, “So, mates, huh?” Here we go again. Why must everyone mention him and ruin her mood? Ivy thought sneaking an attack on him. Ivan swiftly dodged, kicking her legs which swept her off her feet as she fell to the ground. Of course, Ivan had done a background check on Alfred but there wasn't much on him except that he's a vampire ruling some kingdom. Even his kingdom wasn't mentioned, everything about him was mysterious which doesn't sit well with him. It could only mean that whoever Alfred is was dangerous, so send out more men to do a critical background check once m

Ivan asked, realizing Everley might be a bigger threat than he had thought. "Me?" Everley asked with a cold laugh, seeing Ivan's confused look. He answered casually, "Just a businessman." Upon hearing this, Ivan assumed Everley was just some business partner of ATTA's, so he didn't think much of him. "Just an old man," Ivan muttered, giving Everley a dismissive glance. "You're not trying to be their hero, are you?" Now that the reporters had been removed, Ivan didn't feel like pretending to be family anymore. His attitude returned to its usual arrogant demeanor.

"The Developer said that? But, he won't ever resort to that kind of cruel thing, so why now?" — "It just shows how desperate he is in finding the right person, you know that Azriel Iliac is one of the most promising candidates." "…." — "If you really won't talk then, I’m hanging up." "…. Sorry Elijah, but I promise him not to tell anyone." * * * Ivana abruptly tried to stop me from leaving, remembering that she still had a few things to tell me. Since I was still home, she probably thinks that now was the perfect opportunity to do exactly that.

Smooth Ev’s, smooth. He quickly glances at Evie to acknowledge her and then sets his sight right back on me, responding, “You can call me Ivan. It’s Evie, right?” I’m still in shock, staring at this guy who has this bad boy look from head to toe. Hell, even Zoe is in shock. He looks like a dark angel fallen from heaven. I noticed his black diamond stud earring on the left ear, which gave him a rugged, edgy bad-boy look.

Her fingers typed away on her screen, before she looked back up at me. "Alright, Ivan. Who are you?" "Pardon?" "If you were stopped by a complete stranger, who would you say you are?" First of all, my security guards would never allow me to be stopped by a random stranger, no matter who the person was. But, I still had to "cooperate" did I not? "I would say I am Ivan Holloway. Chief executive officer of Holloway Empire. The third richest man in America and the first in the state of California."

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?!”

“God, Elias, you’re useless. You should’ve retired five years ago.” “You should’ve shut your mouth twenty years ago!” he barked, slamming the laptop closed. “You don’t know anything about business! You think I liked having to call Viktor for a loan? That man sold arms during wartime!” “Maybe he should’ve sold you instead,” Ivy muttered from where she sat cross-legged near the closet, dressed in an oversized hoodie that used to belong to a maid she once screamed at for “breathing too loud.” Her hair was in a greasy bun, and she was trying to scrub a stain off her only pair of leggings.