Summary For The One And Only Ivan Novels & Stories

They didn’t even know what was coming to them, but who told them to challenge such a man? Ivan Vasil, the man rumored to have single handedly taken down a battalion by himself, who was made a general at age thirteen, who had overthrown his father and all of his older brothers? Simply put, these laborers never stood a chance. It was a fool’s errand, but a fool never knew when to quit. So the men kept rushing at Ivan, and he would slice them down with perfect precision. Ivan was indifferent to the crimson blood that splattered on his fine robes and his clean face. One man was able to block Ivan’s attack, their swords clashing, but the man was unprepared for a kick to the gut and a quick slice

For the first time, I ever heard Gabe being so vocal. “Use words,” I said. “Don’t yell at me. I’m going to make you regret it.” He was quiet for a moment, panting in my ear like some sort of rabid dog. “That’s Ivan,” he said. “No way I’m going up against him. Clearly, you’re only doing this because you have absolutely no idea who he is. But Ivan, he’s... there’s a reason they call him *the Terrible*,” he said. “Trust me, it’s better you don’t know. A rich soy boy like you isn’t going to be able to handle it.”

I said. “It is in my world.” I chuckled. “What did he even do?” I asked. Ivan exhaled loudly like he couldn’t believe he had to explain it again. “He had one job,” he said. “One job. And somehow, he managed to mess it up in a way I didn’t even think was possible.” “That doesn’t narrow it down,” I replied. He laughed. “Fair enough,” he said. “He delivered the wrong package.” I frowned slightly. “That’s it?” I asked.

The usual stuff, before I retrieved my undead brain cells and finally decided to sleep here. As much as cheerful Ann was, I didn't think she'd be amused if I said that. So I said instead, "I- I'm fine. Is he at home?" She eyed me suspiciously, the vacuum still humming beautifully. "No. Ivan left hours ago–" I would say it took me all my willpower to not sigh in relief when she said this "–To do something important, he said. That man really should stop working too hard," she mumbled the last part to herself. She didn't let me reply as she continued, "You look famished. Breakfast has been prepared since nine. I'll get it all warm and ready for consumption."

The fight got so bad that they both grabbed knives and stabbed each other. When someone finally found them, they had already bled out. As for me and Lionel—it all started because of a misunderstanding. But after we got married, Lionel told me the truth. Incubi weren't like the stories said. They could only feel desire for one person. He grew up an orphan, and he said that being with me made him feel what "home" really was. From then on, I had his whole heart. He also listened to my advice and left the dangerous business behind. He started learning how to run real companies with his crew.

“So did he just, like, come out with it? Or was there a preemptive warning?” “There was a half-assed story but no warning. He just kind of…said it. Like, bam. Surprise!” I placed the glass against my chin. “I wasn’t expecting it. Ivan is the oddest mixture of bad guy and good guy, but I never thought he’d have done that.” Dayton pursed her lips, looking into her glass. “I don’t know if you should be bothered or not. Is that bad?”

Today Ivan had a fight with his grandfather in the car manufacturing company so in anger he asked the keys of his car to Lawrence and drove his car like a maniac. He took out a cigarette and lit it up. Dragging a long puff, he tried to ease his mind. He was standing just on the opposite side of the pond. " Boss," Lawrence came to him. " Leave Lawrence. I want privacy, " and that was all needed for Lawrence to leave him alone. After 20 minutes, Ivan was sitting on the grass and still smoking. The three buttons of his shirt were opened. He had a bundle of notes in his lap. He looked at the notes and a devilish thought crossed his mind.

I lean forward, groaning. I've spent hours in this chair, my eyes never leaving the screens. My muscles ache and my patience is running out. Only the burn of brandy keeps me from losing it. The glow from the computers cuts through the dark, providing light in the tech room. Ivan's hands are running swiftly along keyboards, and buttons, his eyes monitoring every computer. Asides being an aggressive killer, he’s good with computers. Basically the tech guy amongst my men that can hack into any system–all I have to do is name it.

~ IVAN ~ Ivanov Santini has a deep dark secret. His shaky hands didn't give it away. Nor did the manic glint in his eyes or his frequent moods. All never did. They just thought of him as normal, just another face in the crowd. They are wrong though, but why? Because that's what he made them believe.

Ivan asked nervously under the heated gaze of two ragging bulls. "No!" Mikhail snapped at him which made him frown but Rooh silently served him. "Can you pass the salt to me, princess?" he asked Vanessa this time. "No!" Emiliano was the one to shout this time. Cristina smiled looking at Ivan's state and passed the salt to him. "Only my sister loves me." Ivan said taking the salt from her and patting her hands softly feeling grateful not the brothers' gaze snapped to him again.