Ivan Romanov Novels & Stories

Alpha Nicholas The sight that I see as we head to my office causes a small amount of guilt to weigh fairly heavily on my heart. Tony is walking with Rosie right by his side as several guards surround them and, while it looks like they are protecting them, sadly, that's not the case. Sadly, they are guarding Rosie while protecting everyone else, because as much as Rosie is Tony's mate until we know everything and can be confident that she is no threat to us, then we have to be careful.

Every guest here was hunting for connections, gaining connections in the Vladimir mansion was a dream come true. Suddenly, some ladies' screams were heard. “It’s Mr Ivan.” Ivan Vladimir. The infamous CEO of BSC Company. He is known for his playboy-ish behaviour. He changes women like he changes his clothes and not only that, his ruthlessness. It is rumored that he had annihilated an entire family overnight. But it was just a rumor but it could be true as no one found evidence against him. The mansion became silent as all conversations died instantly. All heads turned to the entrance.

“That does not make it less insane.” “No,” Viktor clasped his hands behind his back as we walked. “But the Romanov bloodline has no direct heir after Nikolai. The council has been worried about that for years.” “I gathered that from the part where they found a wolfless woman from a disgraced family and decided she would make a convenient uterus,” I said, and Viktor’s jaw tightened. “That was not how everyone viewed the arrangement,” he said, but he did not argue. That made me like him a little more. “If you had told them the truth,” Viktor continued, “they would have watched the two of you much more closely.”

“And give her what she needs to feed herself and children.” “You do realize that the merchant is going to tell everyone that a high-ranked wolf bought half his stock, right?” Marcel asked as the two of us walked out. “let him do that.” I said calmly. “I want the food that is within the Petrova territory to reach the people who need them. I don’t care what it would take, pretend that they’re not coming from out grounds, but these people are going to be dying for choices that could have been made for them… and their children shouldn’t suffer because of it.”

Alice is a noble in Russia, er, a former noble to be exact after she ran away from her family, Her father is Vladimir, one of the princes and war generals of Russia who lived hundreds of years ago. Outside Russia Vladimir is better known as "VladThe Impaler', because one of his favorite activities is torturing his prisoners of war by sticking a spear from the anus of his victim to penetrate the shoulder or head and then showing it to everyone. Sometimes it took days before the victim finally died. Of course, he did it hundreds of years ago when sadistic things like that were normal as punishment. Now He does it more carefully so as not to attract human attention.

I sit straight, straightening my spine. "Do you why did I call you, Miss Dawson?" He asks in that silence and I raise my head to acknowledge him. I just shake my head because I am still confused. There are basically two matters regarding me. First my affair with Mr Fransisco — which is a rumour, and second my affair with Nick, which is not a rumour at all. "Hm," he hums with a nod. He looks over the professors and then in front of him. Mrs Rivers enters his cabin with a cup of coffee. She comes silently, only the sound of his heels resonating around us and she puts the cup on his desk with a small sound.

Where is her boyfriend? My eyes zeroed in on a white crisp shirt leaning inside the open fridge. The man pulled back and closed the fridge door. “I put the strawberry in the back.” He said with a smile in his voice. Wait. Where had I heard that voice? “Aww. Thank you. Sabrina would appreciate it. She likes strawberries, don't you Sabrina?” Mom asked. The man spinned around and I pushed back my seat. No freaking way. “Hello, there. You must be Sabrina,” he extended his hand towards me. “Nice to meet you. I'm Ivan Golovin.”

Ramona defended. "Whatever. So deal or not?" Dimitri asked, stretching his hand forward. They were standing in front of the screen door leading to the backyard. Ramona looked out and her lips curved into a small smile. "Deal." She answered. ***[]*** Elsewhere, in a place far far away from Ramona and her family, a man wearing all black was pacing up and down the room. The man's features were set in a visible frown. He had a long scar that ran from his ear down to the side of his mouth that only made him look even more intimidating.

she replied in same tone and just like that their entire surrounding got tensed up Roma’s confession. Ravan felt like his entire world stopped with the one word that Roma mentioned “Vi.. Vivan he.. he is hid..ing in h..is ma…nsion…” Roma added as she looked up at Ravan in his eyes “Ra… Ravan…?” Roma said by lightly touching his beard and cheeks with her blood covered right hand fingers hearing which Ravan turned his entire attention to Roma “I.. Lo…ve you…” Roma said boring her deep black eyes into Ravan brown orbs, however Ravan on other hand did not uttered a single word while his face was totally expressionless, his action was indicating loud and clear answer to Roma sensing which a lone

Before she could answer, a calm, mocking voice replaced her cries. “If you want this bitch unharmed, Nikolai,” Ivanov said smoothly, “you will do exactly as I say.” Rage filled me. All I saw was red. “Ivanov,” I snarled. “You have three seconds to explain why you have her.” He chuckled like we were talking about the weather. “Always so dramatic. Listen carefully. Your father Roman is with me now. He wants his throne back. I want control of this country. You’re the only one standing in our way.”