Summary For The One And Only Ivan Novels & Stories

The red, blue, yellow, and black ropes are tangled and tangled together. It may be difficult for others, but not for those who have fought a lot on the battlefield, like Phil, Vasco, and Ivan Domenica. Ivan carefully cut the ropes with his dagger. He chewed on a strawberry-flavored gum, the one Emma had given him before he left. Fortunately, Ivan has a habit of always chewing gum whenever he destroys a bomb. It helps him feel more focused.

Not-so-wonderful was…different. Ashleigh plastered on a smile and held out her hand. Ivan was probably a bit over 5'10" and was almost as light-skinned as she was. He wasn't bad looking with a neatly shaved face and reddish brown hair that had a nice curly texture—either due to Mother Nature or a visit to a hair salon. Ivan had light brown eyes and a few freckles on his face; a black man with freckles and big Bugs Bunny Teeth. "Nice to meet you, Ivan." He took her hand and shook it while giving her a pleasant smile.

But none of them matter. No matter how good the sex was. No matter how beautiful the lady was. And no matter how much he tried, Ivan couldn’t love someone else. Except Ian Roberts. His fingers shaking. Tempting to call Ian’s number, displayed on his social media account. Ivan scoffed. “Fuck, Ian. You’re the only person who made me like this.” “Who can make me act this way,” Ivan emptied the bottle of beer. “Fuck you,” he said. With one tap, he dialed Ian’s number. He placed the phone on his ear. It was ringing. He waited for him to answer. Patiently.

"Wait!" I stopped talking and looked at Ivan curiously, what is he planning to do? Ivan kneeled down on his left leg. Oh. "I fell in love with you when I first met you. When I saw you standing near the corridors, laughing like crazy in grade school, I instantly knew you were the one. I love your eyes, your lips, your body -God knows how much I love your body-" I heard an angry cough from Archie's dad, Uncle Dennis, which made Archie blush widely same with Ivan, "-but I wouldn't focus on that because your parents are here- and I love all your flaws. Will you please, make me the happiest man alive? By marrying me, your sweetheart?"

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 turning to face him "I don't love" "Yes, you do, you love Christy Rex," Ivan said "That's not my question" "That's the actual answer," Ivan said shrugging "Who is she to you, Ivan"Tega repeated the question... "That should have been the first question, you should ask"Ivan replied "Who is she to me" Ivan continued, "well she is my cousin and best friend" "Huh" Tega muttered "Surprised, huh," "But her Last name is Rex, not Logan"

Ivan's voice came as he hopped down the staircase in a pair of cargo shorts, that showed off his well toned legs and a plain black shirt. At that same moment, the maid walked in with a small brown package in her hand. Nana beckoned her over but then she said; "I was told to give this directly to Sir." Frowning, Ivan walked towards her, his eyes on the package. For some reason, I was interested in what was happening. Maybe it was because of the look on Ivan's face. "Did the person say who it was from?" He asked as he stretched out his hand to take it. "Yes. I was told to tell you it's a surprise from Debbie. "

The handsome man walked up to me, he covered my mouth with his cold finger when it touched my lips, his cold and firm eyes made me cover my mouth and swallow my saliva roughly. "I don't like noise." I nodded quickly, now his finger had moved away from my lips and made me breathe a little but still the strong aura that came out of him was so strong that I felt a cold sensation in itself. I saw him walk to his bench and sit there crossing his legs. He kept watching me with his cold eyes.I kept getting attention from him, making my body tremble and nervous. I put my hand in my jacket pocket looking for the key location of my favorite werewolf doll. I saw him holding my favorite key.

Ivan's cold look spelt out the question in his mind. “Why are you being so clumsy?” Ding! A notification popped up on Ivan's laptop. He had just received a mail. He knew it was the one he requested. He calmly gulped up his wine, bracing himself up for whatever before her opened the email. “There is nothing special about her, she just from a random part of the society,” he thought until his eyes struck something! No doubt this was the reason for Aunty Lily’s fear and discomfort.

Ivan: [I'll come once Alison's asleep. Jessica: [Come now! She's blind. She can't even get down the stairs without help. I miss you.] Ivan locked the screen and pressed a kiss to Alison's forehead. "Something came up at work," he murmured. "I'll be in the study for a bit. Don't wait up." Then he left quickly. Alison lay still, staring up at the stark white ceiling. Maybe, deep down, Ivan had already accepted that her eyes would never recover. That's why he no longer bothered hiding anything. That's why he acted without restraint or shame.