Hetalia Ivan Novels & Stories

"Nice to meet you Grace. I'm Ivan" Then his eyes met a picture of Antonio on the wall again. His pictures seem to be everywhere in this house. Margaret must really like him a lot. "You wait and see, Antonio Romano. I'll crush you and everything you've worked so hard for" Ivan swore and when he saw Grace still staring at him, he flashed her a sweet smile.

"I won’t stop until I’ve gotten my revenge. I’m a petty bitch like that. " At my words, a burst of laughter escaped Ivan, sending chills racing up my spine. Fuck, that was a glorious sound and I never really got to hear enough of it. "Yes, yes. My Arissa is the pettiest of them all. " Ivan agreed. "That’s offensive." I warned, though I was beginning to feel light just from hearing him call me his. "You were supposed to say that I wasn’t petty at all and that I’m an angel." "I don’t lie, my love." Ivan chuckled. "But no matter how selfish, petty, vicious, or evil you are, I will continue to love you more than anything else in this world."

she rasped. “Fucking hours. I’ve left you to recover. Who’s Jay Jay?” Lizzy refused to answer. Ivan crouched before her. What did she ever see in the man? He reminded her of a Komodo dragon. His flat lizard eyes were black orbs in his cruel face. Ivan’s angular jaw and harsh brow loomed in her blurred vision. He licked his lips and traced her collarbone through her torn shirt with a damp hand. “When you sang my song—”

I side-glanced at Ivan whos stares were boring on us, the look of giving up and keeping up with our craziness and childishness. "I'll really pull off your hair, Clara. Let it go!" Ivy shouted at me, hitting my arm that was grabbing his hair. "Don't you know about Ladies first? You let go of my hair." I shouted back, turning my grip into a steel-grip. "You a lady? You're a gorilla!" He insulted. "Will you both seriously stop acting like kids?!" Ivan growled at us as he pulled us apart, picking our ears. I winced, whining for him to let go.

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

He squeezed it and I couldn’t help but moan loud fueling Ivan the more. I grind my waist to him and he did same making me feel him the more. I managed to hold myself back when he started kissing hard once again with his hand taking a tour down there. “Wait what’s this Ivan?” “What’s what?” “This ….what is this Ivan?” I wanted to know if he still want me me as his secret lover while he gets mates to Bella. He saw the question in my eyes and gave the most wanting answers I’ve long to hear him say. “You’re my mate, my only true mate”

Not-so-wonderful was…different. Ashleigh plastered on a smile and held out her hand. Ivan was probably a bit over 5'10" and was almost as light-skinned as she was. He wasn't bad looking with a neatly shaved face and reddish brown hair that had a nice curly texture—either due to Mother Nature or a visit to a hair salon. Ivan had light brown eyes and a few freckles on his face; a black man with freckles and big Bugs Bunny Teeth. "Nice to meet you, Ivan." He took her hand and shook it while giving her a pleasant smile.

Ivan said, shrugging with his big shoulders. "Jealous? Devon? Are you sure?" "As far as I can tell, it was." He replied, something like anger flashing on his face. Ivan was always so calm and composed that it shocked me to see him riled up by something. "Do you like her?" I asked him softly. "What?! No! You're insane." He hissed furiously, a flush creeping up his neck and ears. I groaned. It was true. Ivan had fallen for the little agent Rivera.

Shirtless. Hair wet. A towel wrapped low around his waist. Adrian's stomach dropped. "Have you lost your mind?" Adrian's voice cracked. "She's drunk. You can't—you wouldn't—” His chest heaved. He looked wild. Desperate. “She’s my fiancée,” Ivan smiled slyly, rubbing his stubble, “Why shouldn't I?” He started to close the door. Adrian shoved his hand in the gap, not caring that the door crushed his fingers.

“Mmmr. Vladii…imiii…rrr, hmmm.” “Say my name.” Ivan reprimanded enjoying her expression “Fuck, Ivaaaaan.” He slowly inserted two fingers inside her forbidden area, making out moan loud. Her head was arched back, lips between her teeth, legs parted to grant him more access. His two fingers worked magic inside her as she moaned out his name loudly. “Ivaaaan, hmmmm, Ivaa….aan.” “You seem to be enjoying it.” Ivan’s words were laced with a chuckle.