Hetalia Ivan Novels & Stories

Where is her boyfriend? My eyes zeroed in on a white crisp shirt leaning inside the open fridge. The man pulled back and closed the fridge door. “I put the strawberry in the back.” He said with a smile in his voice. Wait. Where had I heard that voice? “Aww. Thank you. Sabrina would appreciate it. She likes strawberries, don't you Sabrina?” Mom asked. The man spinned around and I pushed back my seat. No freaking way. “Hello, there. You must be Sabrina,” he extended his hand towards me. “Nice to meet you. I'm Ivan Golovin.”

Ivan chuckled as he started the car and drove it. “I don’t get you two.” He stated. Ivan was somewhat of a distant cousin to Ava. He was around a lot since he worked for her uncle. He had become a great friend for me along this time. He was always so caring and there when Ava or I needed anything. I was so grateful for him but I never felt the feeling of butterflies when he did anything nice for me, I cursed myself because I wanted to feel something for someone else, to make me forget about Lucian but I couldn’t.

she then broke the hug, "and that's my husband Vincenzo and my son, Ace." ** A C E Ivy was so fucking beautiful. Definitely the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. She had long wavy brown hairs and green eyes with pink soft lips begging to be kissed. I don't know for how many minutes I've been staring at her but hearing my mom say my name broke my out of my trance. "...and my son, Ace." "I'm Ace and best buddies with your bro," I flashed her a smile, "nice to meet you, Ivy."

she replied in same tone and just like that their entire surrounding got tensed up Roma’s confession. Ravan felt like his entire world stopped with the one word that Roma mentioned “Vi.. Vivan he.. he is hid..ing in h..is ma…nsion…” Roma added as she looked up at Ravan in his eyes “Ra… Ravan…?” Roma said by lightly touching his beard and cheeks with her blood covered right hand fingers hearing which Ravan turned his entire attention to Roma “I.. Lo…ve you…” Roma said boring her deep black eyes into Ravan brown orbs, however Ravan on other hand did not uttered a single word while his face was totally expressionless, his action was indicating loud and clear answer to Roma sensing which a lone

As soon as I tell Ivan that I need him inside of me, he pulls his boxers off. Fuck, he is mouthwatering. Chiseled abs, an Adonis “v,” and his fucking hard…calves. Who the hell am I kidding? His dick is fucking EVERYTHING. Higher end of average in length but fucking THICK. Damn.

After a second he unties the red piece of cloth that was wrapped around his left hand and with that, he covered her mouth. "You saved your first time for Damien who did not even know you exist. Don't worry, I will only fuck your pu*sy. You have made me wait a lot." Ivan then removed her jeans and panties. Due to her legs spread open, he was having a wide view of her womanhood. "You are beautiful." Ivan then removed his pants and hovered over her. Athena could only watch him adjusting his dick to enter her. After stroking his cunt twice Ivan finally entered her with one thrust.

Ivan demanded angrily as he entered his room. “We're on it, boss,” Viktor, his second-in-command, replied, but that only intensified Ivan's fury. “On it? You idiots! I’m still trying to understand how he managed to take my bride right from the altar! You were supposed to be on guard, and instead, he took you all down while I nearly ended up dead!” Ivan snapped, the sting of humiliation washing over him. He loathed the feeling of being outmaneuvered by Dominic It was painfully clear that the Russians were always one step ahead, and Ivan's resentment towards them was consuming. Just when he thought he could finally put Dominic in his place, the man himself overwhelmed him. Ivan's hatred for Do

I screamed as I ran up the stairs, “The only person permitted to scream my name, is my girlfriend “ came Ivan’s reply as he shifted his gaze from the p**n magazine in his hand. It always amazed me how he read that with no shame, not like I didn't have mine stuffed under my bed, but they were there for a reason. “ I see you still have jokes,” I said, giving him the fakest smile I could muster. Ivan has to be the corniest person I know, but he's however the only person who would possibly have answers to what I was going to ask, just had to be him. “Tell me about the Igors, I say “ he considers me for a while then replies, “You are not their type”, my face reddened with anger, I didn't care mu

“I am if you want me to be.” I can’t help the little smile that creeps onto my lips, then. He’s terribly handsome, this young man with the dangerous tattoos climbing all the way up to his neck. And, he’s been really, really nice to me in these past few minutes. “I’m Ivan,” he says, leaning over the side of his chair to extend his hand for a shake. I take his hand on instinct, but my blood goes cold as I realize exactly who he is. Ivan. Ivan.

Kim is typing away furiously when all of a sudden she stops. "This is the Ivan you're getting married to?" Kim swoons from over the phone. "I honestly don't know why you're complaining." "What did you find on him?" Andrea and Sophie ask almost at the same time. She's now looking at something behind us so we follow suit and sitting all pretty on a rolex ad billboard is Ivan Dmitry. He looks as handsome as he does in real life. It's a shame that he's a dick too. No wonder I thought he looked familiar when I saw him fastening his rolex last week. Ivan's an ambassador to the brand which only means he has a huge following and an even greater social network.