Summary For The One And Only Ivan Novels & Stories

“That’s rare.’ Although we couldn't attend the party, it seems nothing ordinary happened tonight. But only if they knew the standoff and the tension that unfolded at the old mansion earlier. *** Ivan returned to the mansion alone. He sat at the balcony, staring into the darkness with a cigarette barely hanging at the corner of his lips. The night was deafening. He took a slow drag and blew off the smoke that formed a ring and very quickly, it disappeared into the night.

He was holding Ava while she held a plate of apple crumble and fed spoonfuls of the dessert to him, giving herself some too. He rubbed circles on her thigh with his thumb and shook his head. "It went terrible. We lost because of those newbies thinking they know everything. They didn't listen to anything anyone told them and didn't work as a team at all. Everyone was annoyed and it was just bad overall. Stupid idiots." Ava offered him another spoonful, which he took happily.

They wash over me for a second before he looks away, it’s as though he can’t keep his eyes on me long enough before he looks away. “Lili, this is Fred, one of our most promising recruits and if he focused solely on training and not lending the war tactics to professionals, he might just be number one.” He adds with a very sarcastic smile. I stretch my hand forward with a wide smile. “Hey.” He looks at the hand like a shy boy before he finally accepts it for just one hake before he pulls away awkwardly. Oh, this guy is going to be easy. “Now that the both of you are well acquainted, get to it.” Ivan says, casually stepping out of the fighting circle.

Surely there was some animosity between the cousins. Checking her phone,she perused the relevant information about Ivan. The public described him as an E-sports prodigy, the youngest champion, rebellious yet courteous, distant yet passionate. This description seemed at odds with the young, defiantly attractive boy before her. The most recent update on Ivan revealed that after winning a national competition, he abruptly decided to take a year off, with no clear reason given.

Isabella "Ivan was a beast of a man who reminded me of Leonidas. He had short, dark hair cut close to his head, a strong jaw, a prominent nose, slightly full lips, and deep-set, bright blue eyes. Objectively, he was handsome, but he had this feral nature about him that made me feel as though I was standing in front of a wild animal. "They call me Ivan the Undead," he said with a smile. "I know. I saw it, and I think your American accent is quite charming," I replied. Ivan suddenly smiled, transforming his face entirely from a feral beast to a teddy bear.

I fisted it in my hands, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m going to fucking kill you if you don’t move your ass already.” He cursed, grabbing my wrist. I bursted into laughter, slapping his arms off and thrusting into his tight ass. “You feel so good, Tiano.” I rasped, pushing in bits by bits. I inhaled, placing my hands on his abs. He was the definition of perfection. He could fuck you really good and made sex interesting without trying. “Don’t enjoy it too much, Ivan.” He mumbled, glancing at me. “Because this is merely a one time thing.” He announced with a tight smile. One time he said? We will see about that.

Papa and I weren’t surprised that Ivan didn’t say much. Ivan Furlan is the epitome of a man of few words. Regina swears he’s more talkative with her, and I believe her. She’s his mate. Of course, he’s going to communicate with her. It’s the rest of the world he doesn’t communicate with beyond what he deems necessary.

I screamed as I ran up the stairs, “The only person permitted to scream my name, is my girlfriend “ came Ivan’s reply as he shifted his gaze from the p**n magazine in his hand. It always amazed me how he read that with no shame, not like I didn't have mine stuffed under my bed, but they were there for a reason. “ I see you still have jokes,” I said, giving him the fakest smile I could muster. Ivan has to be the corniest person I know, but he's however the only person who would possibly have answers to what I was going to ask, just had to be him. “Tell me about the Igors, I say “ he considers me for a while then replies, “You are not their type”, my face reddened with anger, I didn't care mu

Neither did I. He was waiting in the back lounge, seated alone at a low table, a glass of vodka untouched in front of him. No entourage hovering. No visible weapons. That was Ivan’s favorite trick—make the room feel empty so you forgot how many people would die if you raised your voice wrong. He stood when I entered. Tall. Broad. Silver threaded through dark hair. The kind of man who didn’t need to smile to make you uneasy. “Giovanni,” he said. Calm. Measured. Russian accent clipped sharp around the edges. “You sound busy.”

Sumunod kaagad sila Kian at Adamson para pigilan ang galit nito. “What do you think you are doing, Miss?” Ivan’s voice was like the calm before the storm. He was not raising his voice but it was enough for everyone to shiver. I was slowly gone on my seat like a paper lit on fire, so fragile when flicked at once, I disintegrated.