How Strong Is Ivankov Novels & Stories

“Don’t over-analyze the affection, Volkov.” “Everything must be analyzed, Zvezda moya,” he replied, looking utterly content as Giovanni tried to yank his nose off. “For instance, Ivan’s preference for solitary play indicates superior focus and an early ability to manage private resources. Giovanni’s need for immediate human contact indicates superior command presence.” I rolled my eyes dramatically. “They are babies, Vladimir! They like light and softness. They like their Mamma because I smell like milk, and they like you because you are a jungle gym.”

Was she ready? She lowered her gaze and glimpsed his thick manhood. With a boldness she didn’t know she had, she reached down and placed her hand around it. The shaft was indeed thick, but soft with an inner core of what felt like steel. She measured it using her hand as a guide. It was quite long, measuring from her wrist to the end of her middle finger. Fear shot through her. “What?” Ivan asked. “I just want to know how you’re going to fit all of that inside me.”

If my enemies get wind of it, they will want to use her to get to me, and if my men find out, they will lose whatever respect they had for me. In the bratva, to be respected, you must prove to your men that you can be trusted and ruthless when necessary. That is why we do not depend on fickle emotions such as love. “You are being too hard on her and yourself.” A voice says from beside me and I don't have to turn around to know it's Ivanov. I don't bother responding to him as I storm away to my office. But as always, Ivanov follows close behind me. “Why are you doing this?” Ivanov asks once I'm settled behind my desk.

It wasn’t just a want, it was a need. With a shrug of his shoulders, he muttered a simple, “kill his daughter.” As though it was the easiest task to perform. Viktor Nikolai Advik—Don Viktor—was the most powerful man in Russia if not the world. Rumor had it that he was a good man, kind, gentle, thoughtful even. But the intensity at which he was good was the same intensity at which he was wicked. His answer to everything was murder and he couldn’t care less if he needed to murder his own blood to get the job done.

Shay spat out and looked up at him, "You just have a lot more experience than me. I've never had the chance to spar with someone so strong before." "Hm," Belov smiled, probably loving to be called strong, "Would you like to be on my level?" Shay rolled her eyes in exasperation at such arrogance, but... was it completely unfounded? No. Ivan was probably the strongest Nereu in here. So, Shay nodded. "Then I'll take you there. I'll coach you," Belov decided, then walked away while Shay was still processing that information.

His cheek burned from the pain and a red imprint grew in its place. “You…” Michael raised his head wildly and looked at Ivan, breathing heavily. That b*stard. Was he not using too much strength? Did he not know how to hold back a little? Yet Ivan could not be bothered. He turned around and asked Lana, “Goddess of War, look here. Is this amount of strength appropriate?” “Not bad! Just make sure to keep up the good work!” Lana nodded her head. Michael’s guts turned into knots. That was why Ivan had purposely used more strength—it was to see if the Goddess of War was satisfied with it.

His fists clenched. “Who else is working with him?” Rafael asked. The man paused. “Is it someone inside?” Viktor pressed. A flicker in his eyes. “Could be.” “Name,” Ivan demanded. Silence. Ivan stepped forward, smacking his face again even harder than before. "I've got enough time in the world for this." The man scoffed, spitting out blood. "You should add more strength to your fists. I stepped forward, directly infront of him, my eyes cold as ice. “This is your last chance. Name.”

Beta Ivan shared his idea and looked back again at the sky. "I admit, we cannot defeat the Alpha even if all the Blackwood Pack, me, and you team up to attack him. Alpha Vincent is ten times larger than us, stronger than us, and in his ability, he can invade a pack and win a single battle alone. But I already have an idea of how to defeat him. We need to weaken him, weaken his mind and his body. Weaken his mind due to betrayal and for the body is..." "Is?" I supplied and I felt my heart start to beat crazy.

Angry Ivan is very scary and dangerous. " So you are doubting at me that I fucked someone else?" She questioned and Ivan clenched his jaw. " You better know. look Rebecca, if you want some financial help then I can help you but don't pull this dirty trick on me because trust me the day I will find out that you are lying to me then I swear to god, I myself will kill you and this bloody dirt which you are carrying in your dirty abdomen and throwing this stigma at me," His venomous sentence were telling how much bad he is and how brutally he can punish someone who ditch him.

“Seriously. You just told me everything I need to know about him. He does no strings, full stop. I do no strings until I find someone who’s strong enough to deal with my…quirky personality trait.” My best friend’s lips curved. “Ivan’s kind of intense.” “Kind of?” I raised my eyebrows. “I have no idea what he’s doing. We don’t really know each other.” An image of his hands trailing up my thighs hits me. “Except physically. Physically, we’re very well acquainted.” “Just…be careful. I know I said it yesterday, but I mean it. Ivan is a lot like Aaron. Maybe worse. If he wants something, he’s not going to stop until he gets it.”