Hetalia Ivan Novels & Stories

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.”

"I love you so much, Hannah" "I guess... I love you too 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.

He patted my legs, instructing me to spread them apart, but I clenched my teeth stubbornly and refused to budge, only to regret it the next moment when Ivan kicked me forcefully from behind and forced them apart himself. “Your virginity is definitely the only reason he has the guts to think you could ever be a fit for me. You wanted to be in my bed so badly you stripped and waited for me.” “Let me see how much of a virgin you are. Let me know how quiet you can be when I tear your cunt apart.” At the last word I kicked hard, aiming for him only to strike nothing but air, failing miserably. Ivan laughed, and a tear slipped down my cheek as he grabbed my hair and pulled hard, forcing my ear to

Ivan asked nervously under the heated gaze of two ragging bulls. "No!" Mikhail snapped at him which made him frown but Rooh silently served him. "Can you pass the salt to me, princess?" he asked Vanessa this time. "No!" Emiliano was the one to shout this time. Cristina smiled looking at Ivan's state and passed the salt to him. "Only my sister loves me." Ivan said taking the salt from her and patting her hands softly feeling grateful not the brothers' gaze snapped to him again.

He approached Trace's desk and took a glass of rum and three cubes of ice, definitely turned around and faced Trace's rude face. "Vergara, Vergara, Vergara ...." Ivan sarcastically called Trace’s surname and there's a small line of smile formed on Ivan's lips. Ivan hold the glass of rum and started to talk to his friend who stares at him like who wanted to commit a murder with a person. Ivan Anderson is a Half Filipino and Half British descent, he's a famous celebrity hunk all over the world. He has known for his sexy and action roles in Hallywood. Ivan is one of the richest, biggest and famous friend of Trace.