Summary Of The Book One And Only Ivan Novels & Stories

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.

Ivan had cleaned the apartment again, every surface neat, like he was trying to erase his presence before he disappeared. We ate sandwiches at the table and he told me more about Russia. Not the violence this time, but the small things. The way the snow looked on the rooftops at night. How his mother used to make him tea with honey when he was sick. The stories made him seem more human, more reachable, and that only made the pull stronger. By evening the tension had thickened into something almost unbearable. We sat on the couch watching nothing on the television again, his long arm along the back of the cushion where it always ended up.

Ivan panted, squirming and turning on the bed, readily eager to welcome Shawn and everything he had to offer. Ivan's body trembled uncontrollably, but the handcuffs on his hands and legs prevented him from jumping out of bed as Shawn took his penis again, his hot tongue gliding over his erect length, invoking loud moans from Ivan and filling the entire room with the dirtiest words Shawn had ever heard, making him go crazy with desire and feral hunger.

Savannah and I curled up in my little rented apartment, having grilled cheese and tomato soup to warm up. Through the gap in the curtain that wouldn't quite close, I saw Ivan's pale face. He stood in the snow, begging me to meet him. Not interested, I let him wait outside all night. ... The next day, the snow stopped. The sun shone brightly, but it was still cold. I was running late for work and forgot to grab a jacket. Ivan stumbled after me, took off his suit, and draped it over my shoulders. I turned to look at him, and he forced a smile.

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

How did I go from the girl who wanted nothing more than to keep her family safe to the woman caught between loyalty to her brother and feelings for the man who wanted to destroy him? I found Ivan later that night in the library. He was sitting in one of the armchairs near the fireplace, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand, his gaze fixed on the flames. He looked tired—more than I had ever seen him. There was a faint shadow of pain in his eyes, but it vanished the moment he noticed me standing in the doorway. “What do you want?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. I swallowed hard, stepping into the room. “We need to talk.”

Ivan said as he rushed to me. I gave him a weak smile and shook my head. "It really hurts!" I winced again. "Hold on, Ma'am," Ivan said as he set aside the books. It felt like a nerve get pinched in my foot. "Hold on to my shoulder, Ma'am," Ivan offered. I held on, and he carried me. "Ivan! What are you doing?!" Caldwill asked in shock when he saw us. "The books fell on her feet, sir," Ivan answered. Caldwill’s brows furrowed even more, and he looked angry.

Ivan and his twisted mind were not that simple, and I believed this was more than a game. "Are you participating as well?" I asked him amidst the murmurs of the crowd as everybody started deciding who they wanted to team up with and who they wanted to protect. The groups had formed quite easily, and all other supernatural creatures had formed their own special groups. Only Jasper was left alone... metaphorically and quite literally. I could consider this a subtle sign from Ivan that he was trying to convey the exact same thing to Jasper - that despite being powerful and a ruler of the Xurian empire, he was alone.

His eyes locked onto mine as he stepped closer. "I know you planned all this, and I need to know the truth, Ivan," I said, struggling to keep my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "Why did you do all this? The video, the proposal, everything… Why me?" Ivan’s expression grew serious as he reached out to take my hand, his touch surprisingly gentle. "Because you’re the only one who’s ever made me feel alive, Veronica," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know it sounds crazy, but when I’m with you, everything makes sense. I didn’t plan for it to happen like this, but after that night when I took your virginity, I realized you’re all I need."

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