Hetalia Ivan Novels & Stories

" Ivan asked. Ivan was the second tallest at six foot. Much like William his face and body didn't seem to match. He had a look of a grizzled older man on a fit younger body. His bald head and blue eyes also seemed to contrast with one another, with the former making him seem older, and the latter much younger. His outfit was identical to Yamato's. His arms had parallel tattoos, a black spiral leading up the forearm. "Maybe after this war is over." Peter responded, looking over at Ming.

CHAPTER 18: Mirabella's POV ‘Diavolo.’ That's what Ivan kept calling Giovanni. I knew there was a lot about Giovanni that I didn't know. But for him to be called the Devil, what atrocious things had he done? I don't think I was ready to think about that. Ivan’s men took their places, some lounging, others standing guard, but all eyes were on us—me, Giovanni, Carlos. Ivan himself took a seat on the couch facing Giovanni and I directly. His eyes never left Giovanni, cold and calculating.

, He said and laughed. “Do not call me that! I would skin you alive and feed you to my dogs”, I warned him. Ivan and I have been friends since birth, it all started with my dad and his dad being friends since highschool. “Hehe, oh come on, you love when I call you that!”, He teased. I gave him the dagger eyes and he knows when to stop. Ivan is half Russian and half white, he can be very playful and fun but he can get serious when he wants to.

But none of them matter. No matter how good the sex was. No matter how beautiful the lady was. And no matter how much he tried, Ivan couldn’t love someone else. Except Ian Roberts. His fingers shaking. Tempting to call Ian’s number, displayed on his social media account. Ivan scoffed. “Fuck, Ian. You’re the only person who made me like this.” “Who can make me act this way,” Ivan emptied the bottle of beer. “Fuck you,” he said. With one tap, he dialed Ian’s number. He placed the phone on his ear. It was ringing. He waited for him to answer. Patiently.

Ivan looked at him and nodded. "Today I hurt my assistant very badly. I put my finger on her character when she's totally innocent. I don't know what got into me when I saw her with Ryan. I thought she was the same as other girls who throw themselves on rich men to trap them. But I was wrong. She's not like them. She's very innocent and very cute too." Shaurya was trying hard to stop himself from laughing out loud because Ivan was acting very funny. And it was the first time he was talking nice words about girls. Because he hates girls because of his past.

He questioned. " Damon Anderson, " He heard her reply, which was full of shyness. " Someone is in love?" He teased and she giggled. " I fell really hard for him,Ivan." She answered and Ivan chuckled. " His name is Damon feels like he is Demon," He said while teasing her. " Ivan, stop it " She said in irritation and he laughed hard. " I used protection , Rebecca," Ivan shouted, making Rebecca flinch at her spot and she looked at him with fear. Angry Ivan is very scary and dangerous.

’ I growled. ‘Well it’s not very comfortable being stuffed in a room that’s packed with Alphas all vying for dominance, it stank of pheromones! Was really hard to breathe.’ ‘Look, I’m not really in the chatty mood right now, besides I have somewhere I need to be—’ ‘Like beside Penelope?’ His face had become grim all of a sudden and to my surprise it sent a small chill down my spine. He chucked, it was awkward that we were having a mind conversation yet he had laughed from his mouth. ‘Where are my manners, I’m Ivan.”

His face was angular, pale, and marked by a cold smile. It was Ivan. "Beta Vance," Ivan said, his voice carrying effortlessly over the screams of the dying and the howling wind. "You always were an exceptional hound for the throne. But you are serving a false queen. A woman who lets an unranked stray share her bed is not a leader; she is a liability." "Ivan," Vance hissed, stepping over a fallen body, his blade dripping with dark blood. "You should have stayed buried in the frost-wastes. I’m going to take your head back to Natalia as a footstool."

Okay, could he please let go of my hand? I laughed weirdly. "Oh. Um, yeah. I'm—" "She's my wife," Ivan cut me off. Rude, I'd say. He pulled his arm across my shoulder, clinging to me once again. "Oh." The Pablo guy dropped his jaw, obviously feeling embarrassed. He laughed weirdly too, and cleared his throat. "Oh, sorry. I'd thought she was—" "She's my wife, so don't mind your thoughts. If you don't mind, I'd like to speak to her in private," Ivan stated. With furrowed eyebrows, I moved my gaze to him. I didn't know why, but I spotted him frowning.

One of his hands immediately tangled in my hair, moulding to the back of my skull as I bobbed up and down his huge cock. Saliva leaked at the corner of my mouth as I tried to take his length in, but could only manage half of it. “Fuck, baby.” Ivan grunted, his hands wrapping around my hair as I moaned around his cock. I worked him into my mouth, slurping and forcing my mouth to accommodate him. I used my tongue along the underside the way I had learned he liked and when I glanced up, Ivan’s head was tipped back.