How Strong Is Ivankov Novels & Stories

Now, it's his turn to taste his own medicine. “Hey! Don't ignore me.” I laugh as he whines. Who would know that Elliot fucking Ivanov possesses so much strength that he has opened the door with just banging on it for a minute? Is he the hulk? No, that's not it. His name should be Elliot Hercules Ivanov! He and I gasp at the same time before I let out an eardrum breaking scream. Did I mention that I'm almost naked right now?

At that juncture, Ivan did not believe he could continue holding his ground. Even though he was a genius, he still had some documents in front of him, but of course, those were just a few points he had listed out himself. He had memorized all the legal regulations. However, he just could find nothing that could contradict Ivanka. Throughout the hearing, Ivan’s arguments became weaker and weaker. He was clearly at a disadvantage.

he said, though the way his jaw tightened suggested he was lying to comfort me. "If they know, they will not circle. They will come." Ivan reached out, his hand hovering near my face before he tucked a stray lock of black hair behind my ear. His fingers were calloused and warm, a stark contrast to the cold fear settled in my stomach. "Then I remind them why they call me Volkov," he murmured. He didn't pull his hand away. His thumb grazed the line of my jaw, a slow, deliberate movement that made my breath hitch.

He folded his arms while leaning his back against one of the trees, not far from where I was watching. "What's your minute bet? Five? Ten?" Vincent demanded again, in a tone even more annoying than before. I didn't care about the question. "Are you sure you can hide your Leykan power among these werewolves?" I asked him. "Tsk. I won't use my Leykan power." he answered, glancing at Igor. "Then you want to kill yourself? You heard that Igor Stratovsky is the most powerful Enforcer." I replied. He turned to me with an astonished expression "Alex is right. You underestimate the power of a werewolf."

He folded his arms while leaning his back against one of the trees, not far from where I was watching. "What's your minute bet? Five? Ten?" Vincent demanded again, in a tone even more annoying than before. I didn't care about the question. "Are you sure you can hide your Leykan power among these werewolves?" I asked him. "Tsk. I won't use my Leykan power." he answered, glancing at Igor. "Then you want to kill yourself? You heard that Igor Stratovsky is the most powerful Enforcer." I replied. He turned to me with an astonished expression "Alex is right. You underestimate the power of a werewolf."

Maybe he was right. Maybe keeping Anya around was a mistake. But the idea of sending her away felt... wrong. Bezopasnost’ prevyshe vsego (safety above all), I reminded myself, but my grip on that belief was slipping. I needed to test her again. Push her to see if she’d crack. The opportunity came the next day when I had a meeting with one of my more volatile associates, Ivan. A man with too much power and too little patience, Ivan was the kind of person who thrived on exploiting weakness.

It has to be her. Sex is just a way to relieve my anger and nothing else but I wonder if it would be any good with her. It would be, I know. “Also, that woman, Carol, is messaging me again and again. When will you meet her?” Ivankov asked me and I raised my eyebrow at him, “Who is this?” I asked. “The woman you fuck the most” he rolled his eyes as he said the words. I don’t remember her. I never remember any woman’s name and face. I would kill, have sex and then kill again. I never wished or cared for anyone.

Vladimir raised his hands in mock surrender earning a glare from me. “Considering the fact that she tried to kill me twice in less than a week, I think I can already guess that she has a dark side” Viktor nudged my shoulder. “In my defense, you kidnapped me” “And in my defense, I have two sons who are idiots, and a daughter-in-law who is going crazy with them” Ivan said walking toward us. I smiled seeing that the man seemed to be getting a lot better, he was trying to cope at least. I wouldn’t deny the pain that we all saw through his eyes, but we all knew that with time, even he would be able to fully heal from this heartbreak.

Anna “Goddammit.” I’m muttering under my breath, but I’m pretty sure my driver for today—Ivan—still hears it. Not that I care. I’m busy freaking out over the giant hickey Viktor left on my neck. “‘I can mark you however the fuck I want.’” I mimic Viktor’s voice as I fish through my bag for my coverup. Thank God I keep a stash of makeup on hand for emergencies. “‘I have no regard for your professional life. Look at me; I’m big, bad Viktor Ivanov: I’ll just throw money at you because I’m a big, powerful man who simply must pee all over his territory.’”

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."