Ivan Romanov Novels & Stories

Ivan demanded angrily as he entered his room. “We're on it, boss,” Viktor, his second-in-command, replied, but that only intensified Ivan's fury. “On it? You idiots! I’m still trying to understand how he managed to take my bride right from the altar! You were supposed to be on guard, and instead, he took you all down while I nearly ended up dead!” Ivan snapped, the sting of humiliation washing over him. He loathed the feeling of being outmaneuvered by Dominic It was painfully clear that the Russians were always one step ahead, and Ivan's resentment towards them was consuming. Just when he thought he could finally put Dominic in his place, the man himself overwhelmed him. Ivan's hatred for Do

Kim is typing away furiously when all of a sudden she stops. "This is the Ivan you're getting married to?" Kim swoons from over the phone. "I honestly don't know why you're complaining." "What did you find on him?" Andrea and Sophie ask almost at the same time. She's now looking at something behind us so we follow suit and sitting all pretty on a rolex ad billboard is Ivan Dmitry. He looks as handsome as he does in real life. It's a shame that he's a dick too. No wonder I thought he looked familiar when I saw him fastening his rolex last week. Ivan's an ambassador to the brand which only means he has a huge following and an even greater social network.

His face was angular, pale, and marked by a cold smile. It was Ivan. "Beta Vance," Ivan said, his voice carrying effortlessly over the screams of the dying and the howling wind. "You always were an exceptional hound for the throne. But you are serving a false queen. A woman who lets an unranked stray share her bed is not a leader; she is a liability." "Ivan," Vance hissed, stepping over a fallen body, his blade dripping with dark blood. "You should have stayed buried in the frost-wastes. I’m going to take your head back to Natalia as a footstool."

"Does it matter? The point is, you're here. And now we can finish what started thirty years ago." The lights shifted, and I could see a figure emerging from the shadows. Average height, wearing an expensive suit, his face still hidden in darkness. "You could join me," Vlad said, his voice now coming from the approaching figure rather than the speakers. "Together, we could build something truly magnificent." I chuckled. “What makes you think I'll agree to your shit. After everything you've done? After you've threatened the people I love?” "Love is a weakness, Mikhail. Ivan never understood that. He let sentiment cloud his judgment. And that was what got him killed him.”

Anya notched her bow and let it spear through the buck’s heart, gritting her teeth. “Who exactly is Ivan Tsarevich?” she asked. “And however could I be like him?” Dmitri clapped her on the back in congratulations, then threw the buck over his shoulders. “He is Ivan the Prince, Ivan the Fool, a headstrong immortal that was once a man, the eternal enemy of King Kashchei the Deathless, chaser of firebirds and lost princesses, dead but alive, and always, always lost, with an ever wandering heart. There are many stories about him – just as there will be many stories about you one day.”

"He bites." "Well then, he may have the face of an angel, but he has the temperament of his father." Zenya placed her child into the vampire's arms. "His name is Jaime Ivan, but he's better known as Ivan the Terrible." Now it was Dmitri's turn to smile. "A proper name and one of legend." He turned to Nicolas as he brought the child to his shoulder. "Have you heard from his namesake?" Nicolas hooked his arm around his mate's neck and brought her in close. "No. We were hoping you had news. Columbus told me his father spent time with your clan."

"We have found out the spy that divulged our plan. We have a theory that Ivanov is involved!" Ivanov! Russian mafia, Yvan Ivanov, was their ruthless leader. We have the same age and same greedy blood thirst running through our veins. Aside from AO Gang, Yvan Ivanov was my mortal enemy for years. We were once blood brothers, but he betrayed me and the gang. I was supposed to punish him death, but I gave him exile instead. That's the biggest mistake I had ever done in my life.

“Who was he, and why would he send someone else to marry you?” Olivia’s lips stretched into a smile, a sad one that had my heart clenching inside my chest. She reached for my hand, pressing it gently. “He couldn’t marry me. He couldn’t come back for me because, in order to get out of prison, he had to do things that would forever endanger me and our son.” “Endanger?” She nodded, “Vino Zakharov is Nathan’s father, Cali.” ~~ “Hey,” Evan greeted me as soon as I stepped inside our penthouse, worry painted all over his face. “Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you.”

Ivan would have just ruined his day. When he got accepted to Princeton, he knew he would have to make a new bargain with Ivan. He never thought his father would want to betray his oldest friend. Ivan asked him to kill Vanya because he had started to doubt Vanya's loyalty. Damien pretended to go along with it (he believed Ivan had finally lost it), but he secretly set up an ambush with Bratislav Petrosyan while his father was in one of his hostess clubs. The two factions fought and Ivan barely escaped with his life, while Petrosyan croaked. Most of Ivan's loyal crew died, but Vanya was spared because Damien warned him that he could no longer trust Ivan. Ivan died in the hospital three days la

Dani feels for the two of them, being alone until they found each other. “Yeah. Ivan left Thomas in charge of the place while he traveled back to Russia. He was gone for months.” Eddy says and Dani looks at him, surprised. “Why did he go back to Russia, if he came to Vermont to get away from his evil family?” “When he fled Russia, he left behind so many people. He had eleven younger brothers and sisters, as well as a woman that he loved. His parents ran an 'orphanage' as a front to sell children into slavery. So Ivan went back with a large ship that he had paid for the voyage. With the help of a few well payed companions, they smuggled all of the orphans and his siblings out of Russia. He al