How Strong Is Ivankov Novels & Stories

The scandal between Sofia Montero and Adam Kavanaugh dominated the headlines in Khalidan, and the man's lips twisted into a sinister smirk. This was Ivan Volkov, a powerful figure in the hidden European underworld, known for his ruthless control over international dealings, from arms trade to black-market networking. Years ago, Sofia had stumbled into his orbit when she was just a desperate seventeen-year-old, lost and stranded in Europe. She had been naive, with no money and no connections, and in her desperation, she had made a deal with Ivan, a deal she would later regret.

Enzo said, running a hand through his hair, shaking out the last remnants of his shift. I didn’t answer. Just stared and breathing through the pain, waiting. He sighed, like he was bored of my silence. “Ivan was a dumb fuck. Desperate to be in this world, but he didn’t understand it. He wanted power without knowing how to hold it. That makes him weak. And I don’t work with weak men.” He tilted his head. “You, though? You know exactly how to hold power, don’t you, Nikolai?” I said nothing.

Fucking Ivan. I’d known him for years. The bastard rose through the Bratva ranks carving a path of bodies and broken deals. Ruthless didn’t even begin to cover it. He’d burned entire warehouses just to send a message, slit throats over minor insults, and once fed a man his own fingers for touching one of his shipments. Ivan was a cold, calculative bastard, and always smiling while he did it. But what really fueled the fire between us was simpler: Ivan had made it his personal mission to take whatever belonged to me.

he asked her. "Three weeks," Torvi said. "I've been tracking Ivan's network from a different angle than yours. I knew he was alive before you did. I was waiting for the right moment to make contact." She looked at me. "I didn't expect it to be this dramatic." "You could have warned me before he threw me off a balcony," "The throw was faster than I expected," she admitted. "He's stronger than a standard Alpha. Whatever he did to himself, it changed his baseline significantly."

I wanted to gouge his eyes and shred him to pieces as jealousy and possessiveness warred inside me. Ivan Volkov was back. Wearing a navy-blue pinstripe designer outfit with diamond cufflinks and a watch that would put the government of a small country to shame, he sported power. So yes. Ivan Volkov was back in the game. He was the leader of the rogues. And he had an empire of his own. I knew that he had come to take back his heir.

Ivan yelled out as he looked angrily at Dominic who dropped his wine and walked over to him. “Isn't that what I have been doing for years, facing you?, while you hide behind anything you can find scheming against me and yet you call me a coward”he snapped at ivan, Ivan was aware of his own truth; he was not like his cousin Dominic, who was bold and unafraid. Ivan preferred to stay in the background rather than confront challenges head-on. He had taken Classira and kept her hidden from Dominic for an entire year, relishing in Dominic's suffering and anguish. He had never faced Dominic directly, choosing instead to act like a coward. Deep down, Ivan recognized this reality but was unwilling to

He said. Volkov could easily use his powers to control her but Ivan had told every single one of us to never use our powers on humans. It was the number one rule on his unwritten decalogue. The said girl looked at him, "Uh, hello ass face, I'm not a little girl. How old do you think I am compared to you?" She asked. My brother turned to face her, he was blatantly glaring at the girl who matched his look. Oh boy, just a little more push and I knew Volkov could probably snap at her. "Old enough for me to know that you're still a little girl." He sneered at her.

Every thrust sent sparks through me. “Nikolai,” I gasped, forgetting to use his title. His grip on my hip tightened. “Say it again.” “Nikolai,” I moaned louder this time. The tension built higher and higher until I shattered completely, crying out as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He followed moments later with a deep groan, falling his forehead against my shoulder.

He looked bored, picking at his fingernails as if he were waiting for a bus, not a death match. "That's him," Liam said, his jaw tightening. "Igor Stratovsky. The Butcher of Basilisk." "He looks... unpleasant," I whispered. "He's a psychopath," Jack corrected. "Careful, Luna. Don't make eye contact." "Is he strong?" I asked. "Stronger than Liam?" Jack hesitated. "I've never seen him fight. But rumor says he killed his own brother to take the Enforcer spot. He’s undefeated." Dante scoffed. "I bet I could kill him in under two minutes."

“I think he’s capable of it. And I think he’s arrogant enough to believe no one will stop him.” Viktor cracks his neck. “So what now?” I stare at the empty doorway. “Now,” I say quietly, “we remind Ivanov exactly why people like him don’t last when they try to take what isn’t theirs.” Viktor grin is dangerous. “That’s more like it.”