Ivan Romanov Novels & Stories

I stammered, my heart beating even faster. "Don't play dumb, Seraphina," he hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "I’m not an idiot. Judas fucking Romanovski... everyone knows who he is. And I know what he does." I swallowed hard, trying to calm my racing thoughts. "How do you—" "He’s a goddamn mafia kingpin!" Ivan snapped, cutting me off. "Do you think you can just hide shit like that from me? From anyone? I notice things. I know people. And I’ve been watching you.”

Viktor is a kind man, almost to kind for our world, he might be a ghost among men and often times be over looked, but I’ve always seen him. “We’re in the air now” he says leaning back against the bed in the private cabin. “Where are you taking her” I ask, needing to know. “Irk Ivanov and Demitria have agreed on an alliance, he’s taking us to a safe location, off grid” Irk Ivanov took over for his father six months ago and has worked to change the old way things had been done and so far has grown not only a name for himself but a powerful respect that rivals anything his father and grandfather could ever dream of.

The Vincenzo I heard of, and knew for a short while, would have never been a victim of his friend stabbing him in the back, even if those friends were Manuel and Natalie. Vincenzo was a ruthless and tactical man, but I entered into his life and made him soft. I made him hesitate. I made him rethink his choice. I became the greatest threat to his sovereignty and he died because his enemies learned to milk that. I clenched my teeth angrily as Natalie finally reached Manuel, who received her with a huge smile on his face. I tried all the techniques I could to hold in my tears, but they still came pouring out. It just seemed so unfair to me that some people got to take and take and take from the

Dimitri asked and everyone turned to me, waiting for a confirmation. “There's nothing going on with her and I don't have women issues. Can we focus on what this meeting is about?” I asked. “You're the one who wasn't focusing,” Ivan Petrov muttered. He was a Russian prince and the only reason he was here was because we had been kidnapped together when we were younger. “Now I am so can we focus?” I asked and everyone went silent. My eyes darkened towards O'Neil Smith, a millionaire here in America that ran several news outlets and stations.

Ivan walked toward me, standing by my side as we both looked at the two of them. “Didn’t he just say that he didn’t want to talk to her?” Ivan asked. I raised my hand, stopping Ivan, looking at the two of them, wanting to hear what he had to say. Romanov leaned down against her forehead, not touching her as he let his lips brush against it gently.

Caroline smiled politely, catching my eye with an expression that clearly read, Oh, the flirting is aggressive. Ivan continued, leaning slightly closer. “I am Ivan. Vladimir’s right hand. I oversee the logistics and strategy. Perhaps, while you are here, you would allow me to provide you with a tour of the non-threatening parts of the estate? I am excellent company when I am not consolidating power.” Caroline listened patiently, her expression warm but amused.

Ivan’s hand holding the teacup froze in an instant. He looked up stiffly and asked with a serious and lower toTed voice, “Basil, what is that woman’s name?” “It’s Patricia Olbach, Your Majesty.” As Basil watched Ivan’s expression grow gravely alarmed, he breathed deeply and cautiously asked, “Do you know that person, Your Majesty?” “She’s… Alicia’s sister… an illegitimate child that bastard father brought from the outside,” Ivan grit down his teeth hard.

I questioned as I took a seat beside Viktor, crossing my legs against one another and pretending I had no idea why they were here. "Don Luciano." Ivan, Olivia's brother and head of their household hissed at me. "Get straight to the point or I will blow your head off," I warned, enjoying the way he tried not to tremble in my presence. Too bad the one person who allowed his nonsense was long dead. "Pardon him Don, Прошу." I turned my head to see Ivan's mother, a woman in her fifties or was it sixties with more sense in her fingers than Ivan has in his head.

, He asked. Ivan just sighed and stood up from where he sat. "Uncle, you need to calm do--". "Don't you dare tell me to calm down!! WHO DID THIS TO MY SON!!", My dad roared, causing a tense atmosphere. "Ivan, I know you know who did this, please say something, I pleaded. I also want to know who was brave enough to go after A Vladimir. Ivan looked at me, then back at my dad before speaking, "Roman did", He said.

He’s different from other guys. Ivan is a quiet person. I haven’t seen him converse with anyone outside his pack, and if he did, his responses were brief or accompanied by small gestures. He has a dominating persona that exudes authority, power, and intelligence. He was athletically built and tall. Plays basketball and is the captain of our school's basketball team.