Ivan The Terrible Book Novels & Stories

“Ivy, you can't be mad at mommy, okay? Feeding on humans is wrong.” “But I see them as food! Why can't I just take a little? The driver smells so good, I'll only take small, okay?” she made an 'OK' sign with her tiny fingers, looking at Delaney eagerly. Oh, so she's trying to reason with me now? Delaney thought trying hard not to smile. “Ivan, tell her why it's wrong to feed on humans.” Ivan, who has finally gained control of his vampire side, smacked his forehead. “Because you'll get addicted to it and kill people. You'll become a bad little vamp, you dummy. How many times do I have to tell you this?”

Ivan just raised his arm slightly higher, putting the book out of Todd's reach. He withdrew his hand, lips pressed together in annoyance, "Give it back." "Answer a few questions for me first,” Ivan said, casually opening the book, “What constitutes a logical fallacy?" Todd's face was a mask of composure. He really didn't want to answer this man's questions. But he knew that without replying, his beloved book would remain out of reach tonight. He had just come across an intriguing logic problem in the book and was eager to read the analysis.

“I’m sorry about that,” Ivan murmurs, shaking me out of my stupor a little bit. He keeps his eyes on the road. “I didn’t expect her to be…that cold.” “Seriously, Ivan,” I breathe, shaking my head at him, holding the little puppy on my lap, close to my belly. “What the fuck was that?” “Do you have any room to talk?” he asks dryly, glancing at me. “Sending that knockoff Lippert to the coffee shop to lure me away –“

i was still thinking about mum and also stupidly about Ivan cus he wasn't in class today. As soon as Mr.Maxwell left, I quickly walked out of the class heading to the boys dormitory , of course I still wanted to know who it was that had a laptop.my initial plan was to ask Ifeanyi about it but he wasn't in class as well ,he was called to the admistrative block earlier .I walked into the block ,it was so quiet since everyone was in their various classes, I went straight upstairs cus I knew that was where it could be . Ivan was not in school today and I was already suspecting him. one by one I checked all the rooms to see the one that faced my room directly.i checked all till I got to the seco

Calvin stared in bewilderment at the absurdity of the title. Who could possibly have a dark desire and why would writing it inside the book makes it come true. It just doesn't make sense. He kept the book back and got up from the bed. But curiousity made him go back and bring it out. Suddenly he heard footsteps coming and he immediately shoved the book into his shirt. Thankfully it was big so she wouldn't notice it. "Please be nice with your criticism, I'm still learning" Iris said when she entered the room, the book in her hands.

The room was covered in the dust of the figure’s remnants, leaving tracks. “It’s on the bookshelf. His dealings with the Vasilegda.” Aisha blinked at him, but didn’t argue. She simply headed to the bookshelf, threading her fingers over every cover, waiting for Ivan to say the word. “That one.” Aisha landed on a thick, navy blue book with gold markings. She leafed through it. “It’s just a folklore book.” “It’s not.” Ivan took the book from her hands, setting it on the desk. He closed his eyes once more and sent his will into the book with his manna. The book glowed red before the ink on the pages were wiped clean, replaced with handwritten notes and letters.

I didn’t need to glance at him to know that Caden was glaring back. “Glad to see you didn’t burn down the place before I─” I pulled up short, eyes zeroing on the book in Ivan’s hand. “What is that?” I asked, my voice a tad higher pitched than usual. To my indignation, he didn’t answer, only turned the next place. “Is that my diary? You can’t just read it! Give it back!” I shrilled lunging for it. Unfortunately, he was much faster, swirling away and holding the book higher up, his eyes still trained raptly on the words.

he mumbled into his father’s pants. “What about school? What grade are you in?” Silence. “Ivan,” Maxwell said gently, “the lady asked you a question.” “First grade,” Ivan whispered without looking at me. “That’s wonderful! Do you have a favorite teacher?” Ivan peeked around Maxwell’s chair to glare at me, then disappeared again. “I brought you a book,” I said desperately, reaching for the picture book I’d selected. “It’s about a little boy who goes on adventures.” Ivan immediately turned his back to me completely.

Ivan sat at the head of the room, a stern expression on his face, his eyes clouded with emotion. He pulled out a black book and dropped it on the table, "Go through it," he said, his voice cold and detached, yet trembling with emotion. Anastasia, Valerie, and Ariana all went through it, their faces growing paler with each passing moment. They were shocked and speechless, unable to comprehend the contents of the book.

Frank asked, glancing in his direction, and Ivaan turned to face him. “No,” He said and opened the book he was holding in his hand. “You’re reading ‘The Alchemist’? The reading level is grade seven, I think?” Frank said, and he hoped Ivaan would interact more with him. “It’s full of life lessons. Such books give me hope everything will turn out well in the end,” Ivaan said and Frank actually didn’t expect such an answer from a nine-year-old. “I am amazed. Now I know why your mom calls you a wonder boy!” He smiled, but it didn’t have any effect on Ivaan and now Frank was losing patience as they were close to his school.