Hetalia Ivan Novelas e Histórias

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.

His hands were rough, he ripped my shirt open and shoved my pants down to my ankles. “Hands on the glass. Don’t move them,” he ordered. He dropped to his knees behind me. He spread my ass cheeks wide and licked my hole with his hot tongue. He pushed his tongue inside me, licking and sucking like he was starving. I moaned loud. My cock leaked and pressed against the wall. “You taste like you’re mine,” Ivan said. He spit on my hole and pushed three thick fingers inside me fast. He stretched me rough, curling his fingers against that spot that made me see stars. My legs shook hard.

This is not a conversation I thought I would be having. "Okay, go ahead. I can't wait to be buried deep inside you." Vaughn says, sliding his finger in me deeper and swirling it around. I spread my legs further apart and arch against his hand. "Are you ready?" Ivan asks, positioning himself between my thighs. "Yes," I reply, watching as he lowers his head. I look over at Vaughn, who's watching, too, and see his penis getting bigger. I reach out and take it in my hand.

Clarence coughed. “And Ashley’s mated into such a family.” Lorna frowned, shaking her head. “The poor thing.” “Lia has always wanted power,” Ivan grunted. “What does that mean? Did she used to try and get with you?” Clarence asked. Ivan cringed and shook his head. “No. She aimed higher.” “There’s higher than you? You’re what, nine feet tall?” Finn teased with a laugh. “No. I am roughly two and a half meters tall. So, eight foot one inches.” Ivan explained. “She set her sights on Ignazio and Gastone.”

Ivan said turning to face him "I don't love" "Yes, you do, you love Christy Rex," Ivan said "That's not my question" "That's the actual answer," Ivan said shrugging "Who is she to you, Ivan"Tega repeated the question... "That should have been the first question, you should ask"Ivan replied "Who is she to me" Ivan continued, "well she is my cousin and best friend" "Huh" Tega muttered "Surprised, huh," "But her Last name is Rex, not Logan"

I'll. Angelica: Oh, hey there...you sexy man. Ivan: I am not sexy man. I am dangerous man. Amanda: Uh-huh, suuure... Ivan: *Blushing*

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.

For a long second, silence stretched. I cleared my throat. “Ivan.” “I know who you are,” he said evenly, his voice low but not hostile. “Danica’s friend from Greece. David, isn’t it?” “Yes.” I stepped forward, extending my hand, uncertain whether he’d take it. “I wanted to meet you properly.” He studied me for a moment before finally shaking my hand. His grip was firm despite the IV taped to his arm. “I thought you were her lover,” Ivan admitted bluntly.

She dumped them into my clutch and I blew her a kiss. We stepped out of the room and headed downstairs together. As we rounded the last of the steps on the spiral stairs, I noticed that Ivan was not in fact downstairs. "He's not even-" I began but cut myself off when I heard footsteps behind me. I whirled around to see Ivan sporting a velvet tuxedo the exact shade of my lipstick (coincidence or what?) with crisp black trims. Wrapped around his wrist was a Parmigiani Fleurier watch and on his feet were shiny leather shoes.

a deep, husky voice emerged behind us. My eyes opened to reveal an older silver fox standing there. He was tall and handsome, with a silver-grey beard to match. His chiseled jaw, exposed cheekbones, and perfectly arched black eyebrows made his presence speak volumes. His formal suit and unbuttoned white undershirt accentuated his muscular physique. "Dimitri," he introduced, "Callista's husband." "Ivy," I replied. His eyes examined me briefly, "You're beautiful." I turned to Callista for help, but she bowed her head, drinking champagne.