How Strong Is Ivankov Novels & Stories

he roared and attacked them. It was an intense battle, but surprisingly, after a few exchanges, he lost. Ivan collapsed to the ground and coughed up blood. "This can't be! How could I lose to you!" He stared in disbelief at Macy and Sylvia. He was already a mid-tier eternal grandmaster, yet he ended up losing to two women! Could it be that their skills surpass his? "That's all you've got! You're just a bit stronger than that guy called Adam!" "You killed my disciple!" Ivan was furious as he exclaimed.

I said, my voice barely a whisper. Ivan didn't flinch. "No. I am the man who loves you. And I am the man who has to make sure you understand how the world works. People like Marcus are fragile. They are easily broken. You, however, are a Volkov. Your actions have consequences that ripple out and destroy people who have nothing to do with your choices."

“This is Ivan Volkov we’re talking about! You think you can just—” I cut her off with a raised hand. “Yes, Lucy, Ivan Volkov. That’s exactly why it’ll work. I’m going to show this Russian cobra what I’m made of. He’s not the only one who knows how to bite. I’m not less venomous.” Lucy looks at me like I’ve grown a second head. “But what if he… I don’t know… does something awful? He’s not exactly known for his kindness.”

“I’ve never liked the fact that Ivankov wanted to traffic. It’s nothing against you guys personally. I do hold a certain set of standards and trafficking goes against everything I believe. I don’t do business with anyone who does that. I make it clear to my allies that if they do business with me, they cannot do business with any organization that traffics. Which is why we’ve isolated the Russians.” “So, I’ve heard. Which is respectable. But it has pissed Ivankov off to no end. He knows what kind of power you hold. He wanted to work with you so that he could move merchandise anywhere in the world without being caught. Your son intends to work with him once you’re dead.” “Do you know where Iv

Ivan apologized. "Great, can you come unlock this cuff?" I asked, lifting my hand that was still trapped. As Ivan’s eyes took in my raw and blistered wrist, his eyes darkened with rage. Surging forward, he wrapped his hand around the cuff and squeezed, shattering it as if it was nothing more than flimsy metal. "Nice." I smirked. "My man is so strong." "Who the hell did this?" Ivan growled. "I’ll fucking kill them."

“I admire your strength. To be honest, Viktor scares me shitless, almost as much as Alexei.” I smiled because I understood her so well. “I know and Alexei still does. I don’t think that will ever change. There’s something so … unhinged about him.” “I’m not married to him that’s a blessing, I suppose.” “I really hope he never finds a poor woman he wants to marry." I couldn’t imagine Alexei settling down for a woman. Perhaps it would just be for the thrill of the conquest or that satisfaction of breaking her. I shuddered and pushed any thought of him aside. “Your Ivan isn’t any less scary than Viktor. You haven’t even grown up around men like him, yet you are with him. He is the Enforcer.”

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.

He was what I would like to call - an ironically intriguing mystery. I also realized that even though I didn't remember a lot of memories related to people, I did strongly remember the feelings I associated with them. For me, each person was a mixture of colors, feelings, and short phrases. Katy was - simple, sweet, helpful, and always had a comforting feel to her. Isla was - energetic, bright, friendly, she lit up her surroundings like sunshine. Victor was - cool, composed, conscientious, a person who always had your back. Evin - funny, impulsive, mysterious, someone who seemed like an endless puzzle.

"Sofia. I need you to be at full strength tomorrow. You know that." I knew what he wasn’t saying—what he couldn’t say. That this was going to be brutal. That the enemy we were facing wasn’t just another rival looking for a power grab. He was the forgotten son of a Fyodor Sokolov. The head of the biggest drug and arms dealing gang. Ivan Sokolov wasn't someone to get caught in a war with but neither were we. I met Nikolai’s gaze, feeling the heat of his intensity settle deep in my chest. My whole life had been a fight, a war just to exist, to carve out a place for myself in a world that had tried to bury me.