Elite Ivan Novels & Stories

I am going to do everything I can to stop them from taking her. “ I am so sorry, your highness but he isn't like this usually,” Ivan said, apolitically. “ Do I look like a 5 year old to you?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Because I could see his character right through his arrogance. “ No, but you are the grandson of the killer of the moon goddess descendant,” Mikael said, coming forward while he was still seated in his chair. “ Don't you dare to go there,” I said, slamming my hands on the oak table and making it crack.

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."

“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.

The scandal between Sofia Montero and Adam Kavanaugh dominated the headlines in Khalidan, and the man's lips twisted into a sinister smirk. This was Ivan Volkov, a powerful figure in the hidden European underworld, known for his ruthless control over international dealings, from arms trade to black-market networking. Years ago, Sofia had stumbled into his orbit when she was just a desperate seventeen-year-old, lost and stranded in Europe. She had been naive, with no money and no connections, and in her desperation, she had made a deal with Ivan, a deal she would later regret.

My eyes hardened on the white substance packaged in plastic bags, glancing at Ivan sprawled on the floor with a wide smile on his face as he stared at the ceiling. “I assure you that this new formulae will bring us more—“ “I don’t need your fucking assurance.” I snapped, cutting Elio off, “What I need is proof of its quality.” He nodded with a wide smile, glancing at Ivan just as I expected. Fucking moron. “He could taste the quality.” He said with a low tone, whispering, “heard he’s an addict.” I chuckled darkly, tightening my grip on my gun as I leaned into my chair. He was quite updated on Ivan’s life that wasn’t much of a secret. The spoilt son of the Hernandez family.

He was a kind and funny guy. Few minutes later, Ivan also swaggered into the class and all eyes were on him,especially the girls. They kept drooling, I was also one of those girls looking but I wasn't drooling, I won't deny that. I had never drool on any of the popular guys before but when it comes to Ivan its just like something is pulling me to look. Ivan is a very handsome guy with his brown eye,long sharp nose, his full eye lashes, his sexy lips and his sexy body built , so tell me is there a way one can avoid looking at this handsome creature? the answer is no. He caught my gaze and send a wink my way. I'm sure my face is now like a ripped tomatoes

That thought was affirmed when the stranger responed. “None of my concern?” the man raged. "I can smell your scent all over her! You have made my heir your whore and you tell me it is none of my concern. How dare you!” “The Imvuras will let you know what we have decided to do with your heir.” Came Ivan’s calm reply. He was acting like the man was a fly bothering him.