Novel & Cerita Summary For The One And Only Ivan

she mumbled what he desired to hear. "I'm impressed with you, Ivanna. The way you changed for me. I love it." He said and looked at himself in the mirror. His left hand was fractured and there was a bandage wrapped around his head. "Let's have a video call" His sudden demand startled her "I'm calling you," he said and video-called her on w****p before she could have made an excuse. She sighed and picked up his call, hating to see his face but she didn't have any option. The Ivanna who used to make her enemies pee in their pants died when she left Christian. Now she is just a broken soul.

He’s different from other guys. Ivan is a quiet person. I haven’t seen him converse with anyone outside his pack, and if he did, his responses were brief or accompanied by small gestures. He has a dominating persona that exudes authority, power, and intelligence. He was athletically built and tall. Plays basketball and is the captain of our school's basketball team.

"Having a young woman from time to time is fun for the both of us. Our other companions would fight and complain for our attention. This way, you and Ivy will have one another if you crave attention. We don't have to worry about competition between you both." "Aren't you lucky?" I sarcastically chuckled. "You have no idea," she smiled. A door clicking echoed within the large, bare white walls. We both turned around to see a handsome man standing there. He unbuttoned his cufflinks as Callista made her way over to him. They greeted one another with a passionate kiss before she whispered something in his ear. He removed his suit and began to roll up the sleeves of his white button-down shirt. "

His expression was cold and scary. “You’re back!” She greeted him with a big smile “How’s Europe?” She added “Baby, I heard you had a lovely one-night stand weeks ago” He looked at her with a deep eyes ‘Damn it, I already deleted all the evidence but he still managed to find out!’ Stephanie thought Seeing Stephanie went silent, he added, “Are you that lack of fuck? Am I leaving you too long? I should bring you to my business trip next time,” Martin leaned lazily on his sofa

“Just Ivan.” They talked. Slowly at first—failed plans, burned bridges, people who didn’t appreciate visionaries. Ivan spoke of leaving the States, of deals gone sour and partners who got too sentimental. Lina spoke of Luca, of GreenLee, of a family that had closed ranks and locked her out. “You wanted the crown,” Ivan said. “But they gave it to the girl with sauce on her thumb.” Lina laughed, bitter and sharp. “She’s not even trying. She just... exists. And they worship her.”

His face was angular, pale, and marked by a cold smile. It was Ivan. "Beta Vance," Ivan said, his voice carrying effortlessly over the screams of the dying and the howling wind. "You always were an exceptional hound for the throne. But you are serving a false queen. A woman who lets an unranked stray share her bed is not a leader; she is a liability." "Ivan," Vance hissed, stepping over a fallen body, his blade dripping with dark blood. "You should have stayed buried in the frost-wastes. I’m going to take your head back to Natalia as a footstool."

I’ll find a way. Ivan steps out of the car and opens the door for us. I try to lift Ivan Jr. into my arms, but Ivan raises his hand, halting me. Ivan Jr. is taller than most kids his age, and while he might be slender, he’s too heavy for me to carry without risking a fall. I can’t afford another accident with my boy. But I know that if necessary, I’ll muster the strength to carry him. Yet, before I can process the situation further, Ivan signals for me to shift back. As I do, he leans inside, effortlessly lifts Ivan Jr. from the seat as if he weighs nothing, and carries him inside.

Ivan used that opportunity to scan the room for that one person, the only person capable of making him feel things he had never felt before, the one man whose eyes, lips, and hand could set his entire body on fire. And there he was, standing at the far end of the hall, as elegant as always, as charming as he could be, as dominant as he had turned to, Shawn Hudson, with both hands in his pockets, staring directly at Ivan. That moment, Ivan's breath stopped, everything and everyone around him faded into thin air. In that huge hall, standing on the podium with the microphone in his hands, it was just him and Shawn alone, staring at each other.

I sat on a large couch in the room while he walked behind a bar section to grab a glass, there was already a glass on the center table with a clear liquid. “Ivan, right?” He said as he offered me the glass filled with the same clear liquid. I took the glass “Yes, thank you” I said nicely I waited for him to introduce himself but got nothing. “Uhhm.. what is your name?” I asked in a low voice If anything, this man was intimidating as fuck. “William” Great! One word response “You look good” he suddenly said, triggering an embarrassing heat on face. “You look so hot” I admitted “You’re not a virgin are you?” He asked

It hurt so much that I placed my hand on my chest trying to steady myself, even though I knew it would barely do anything. Ivy Hart wasn’t just like every other girl I knew. That was why she was the only person who could make my heart beat like it was going to tear out of my rib cage, and what hurt the most was that she was in love with the wrong brother. Dante would never know her worth like I did. Hell, he doesn’t even know her like I do, and I wasn’t going to stand around hoping that one day he does. No. I am Voss Solano. I don’t sit around waiting. I go out there and I get what I want, and now was the perfect time to win her over, the golden opportunity presented to me on a platter, and