Ivan Romanov Novels & Stories

I looked at Victor, willing him to take action. "It's Alexandra Romanov, Victor, Grand Duchess of Russia. I'm just a human slave," I said in a slow clear voice, letting the words sink into his head. The man flinched as he considered it for a moment and then with a shaky hand, he motioned to the guards. "Don't you dare, Victor!" Anastasia hissed. "My apology, your highness," he said before ordered his men. "The girl has made her choice." "No!"

It was awkward calling him that, but I wasn't ready to call him dad, at least, not now. “Welcome home, Ivana. You can call me dad. We are now family.” As if. I nodded with a small smile as I took my seat on the long dining table. “Where is Ruslan?” Igor asked, his brows dipped and his voice dark. That's it. A retired Bratva with the blood of a mafia running through him. “He would be here soon, Father.” A tiny feminine voice said from behind, making me turn to see the most beautiful and elegant lady I have ever seen.

A faint, affectionate—perhaps possessive—smile touches my lips. "You think he can?" Aiden frowns, completely thrown off balance. Let him be confused. He doesn't see what I see. He hasn't spent the last three years studying Ivan Romanov every single day. He doesn't know him better than he knows himself. Everyone thinks Ivan is a victim of my surveillance. But Ivan Romanov notices everything. He is a predator. If I could find the cameras, if I could intercept the recordings... then Ivan absolutely knew they were there.

“Remember that we’ll have Livie's little brother besides that we don’t have the legal age.” "For the first you get a babysitter and for the second you get... these beauties.” He said, showing some false IDs "They gave them to me last night, I didn't know the name of your former older brother-in-law, therefore, his name will be Rico Ruiz, I hope he has a Latin face.” "Hmm…” I think I forgot to tell you that Olivia's mother was Spanish. "Was that what the photos were for?" "Exactly, by the way.” he started smiling "Welcome to the best trip of your fucking life. It'll be the bomb!" Yeah, sure…

His brows lifted, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, but he nodded. “No my lady I won’t let you- “I insist” I interrupted already taking his goblet and filling it before doing the same to mine. I could hear my aunt voice within her sharp tone scolding me for such mannerisms. He took a sip, his gaze never leaving mine. “You are from Ravensfall is that right?” I questioned casually. “Yes your grace, our great kingdom is known for its rich soil with White... I'm sorry I feel a bit dizzy ehm... He trailed off looking disoriented and suddenly his hand trembled, the goblet slipping from his grasp. It clattered against the table, spilling crimson across the white tablecloth I pushed back my chair q

I’m not saying I’m innocent, but nothing I do is ever done without a valid reason. Everyone thinks I’m a menace to the world and I should be gotten rid of but if anything, I'm doing the good people a favor here. If you want a better world, you have to make sacrifices and that’s exactly what I’m doing. The guy I just killed is called Robbin Garcia; one of the city’s biggest gang leaders. There's no crime he hasn't committed; from killing innocent people with no mercy to taking money from the poor and the most despicable one would have to be assaulting his enemy's wives and children just to spite them.

"You know that favor you owe me... No, not that favor. The other one. Mm-hm. I need to cash it in... for Mia. As quick as you can." Wait… Katie was clearly calling her new boyfriend, Ivan. She had been secretive about him. "Thanks, babe!" She hung up and smiled at me. “Was that Ivan? What does he do? This feels a little too convenient..." “I was about to tell you… but you can't get mad about it." "... and what's that?" “Ivan is the underboss of a bratva." "What?!" Albert POV "Your father is in your office, boss." I stopped, glancing at the underling beside the door. He gave me a thin smile.

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

Ivan’s eyes seem to gleam with lust as he looks at me, and that just makes me want to kill the fucker even more. “Kaius’ little whore can fight,” he says and chuckles. “I knew I should have done my research on you.” “That would have saved you from being killed by me,” I say with a smile, and something else sticks out to me… Ivan has a fucking Russian accent. “Bratva?” His grin drops, and his eyes fill with fury. “Don’t you dare lump me in with those fuckers. The Baranovs took what was rightfully mine and—”

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.