Ivan The Terrible Book Novels & Stories

“Thanks for the tea and trauma. But I think I’ll be avoiding broody men with golden eyes from now on.” Merlin said nothing. But her silence felt like a door closing. I found Ivan in the library, like some kind of tragic poetry addict. The fireplace lit the room in oranges and golds. Dust floated through the air like old secrets. He stood by the window, arms folded, gaze lost in the moonlight. I didn’t bother sneaking in. I let my boots click on the floor just to be annoying. “You gonna tell me what the hell that was last night?” I asked.

Lisa sighed and uttered a short prayer for the soul of the old man. Lisa’s thoughts wandered to Toto’s notebook as she recalled the old man’s wrinkled hands grasping the object affectionately. The old man talked about his own experiences at the Devil’s Sea and said that he was going to write about Orsica. The island in the middle of the Devil’s Sea where Jon was at the moment.

Albert groaned like wounded animal and falls on the road. “What was that for? “Adan asked. Ivan burns the engines and said, “Bloody hypocrite. I should have sent a bullet between his eyes but I save that for you.” Adan smirks proudly at Ivan before returning his gaze on his lap. Fuck, he cannot believe his luck. ***

He threatened, “Don’t make me bring out the details of your past!” “P...Patriarch Balch, you. . .you have to let go of me first.” Blind Ivan was a little breathless as he was choked by Carwyn. He felt a murderous aura starting to emerge from Carwyn’s body, so he could only compromise. “Say it!” Carwyn’s tone became more urgent. Blind Ivan trembled all over. “I...I know a formation.” Carwyn let go of Blind Ivan as soon as he heard this. After a few violent coughs, Blind Ivan reached into his pocket and pulled out a yellow-covered ancient book that appeared to be a few hundred years old.

Chapter 16 IVAN'S POV I did not want to be in this godforsaken place. Anywhere else would be preferable. Maybe the office or the kitchen of my home….with Reign in it. I sighed, remembering how cold she was to me this morning. I deserved it after all. I shoved my hands in my pants trousers and snatched up a flute of champagne from a passing waitress. I downed it one go before giving up and moving to the bar. I wanted to get drunk and forget everything and everybody.

Not a request, A command but softer than I expected. I dropped down slowly, wincing. The heat from the fire soaked into my frozen bones. My body shook. Still, he didn’t ask who I was. He handed me a flask. “Drink.” I stared at it. “I’m not here to poison you,” he added. “You could’ve fooled me.” He smiled just a little. “You got a name?” “I'm Ivy.” “I know.” I froze. He leaned forward. “You don’t smell like them anymore.” “Bloodfang?”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry, angel. I’m not like them.” Then he leaned closer, voice darker. “But stand up, or I’ll call ten more to finish what they started.” Lisa’s whole body tensed. She slowly got to her feet, eyes downcast, trembling. She didn’t dare meet his gaze — the rumors about Ivan were legendary. Ruthless. Unpredictable. Cruel. She expected anything… except what came next. Ivan shrugged off his black coat and draped it gently over her shoulders. Then, without a word, he took her by the hand — gently, but firmly.

Ivan said as a lopsided grin adorned his face, not looking at Naomi’s expression. Naomi clenched her fist at his nonchalance, "Mr Vladimir, refrain from any activity. This could affect her womb.” Ivan didn't listen to the doctor. He remembered what happened yesterday night- the girl’s pitiful cry and her watery eyes, her expression looked seductive and this made him bully her the most. They had moved from the bed, to the bathroom, the shelf was not excluded and back to the bed again. He had tormented her till she lost consciousness and for the first time in years, he had not experienced any episodes of insomnia while he slept. He had a good night's rest and slept well yesterday.

He said he can take it. "I'm not sure if you're telling the truth that you can endure it or you just wanted to transfer the pain in your heart to the pain in your nape." Ivan mumble. He flinches when he heard Daveryl cried out loud. He even arch his body and tightly gripping the blanket. The veins in his neck is visible, and his whole face is red. Tears came out from his eyes but he still gripping the blanket. Ivan knows it's painful. "Damn you, Jaime. I'm telling you, you will fucking regret what you've done to this child. I swear, I'll make him mine." Ivan said with his dark expression.

Now more than ever before, she needed some sort of clarity. No one could give her that. No one except her dear grandmother. “I'll be back with something hot for you, okay? I'll be back, dearest.” Ivy watched Anna leave the room, and then she let out a loud exhale. “What kind of person are you, Vladimir Bratva?” She whispered. “What kind of man is he?” A voice in her head countered. Because for the longest time, there was only ever one kind of man. And by definition, they were all monsters.