Summary Of The Book One And Only Ivan Novels & Stories

“I know, sir. But this isn’t going to fix anything. You need to think.” Ivan glared at him, his icy blue eyes blazing with anger. “Think? How the hell am I supposed to think when they’ve taken everything from me? Alysha. Sisi.” He punched the wall again, harder this time, leaving a smear of blood on the crumbling plaster. Henry stepped in front of him, forcing him to stop. “You’re no good to Alysha or Sisi like this. Calm down.” “Calm down?” Ivan’s laugh was bitter, his voice trembling with emotion. “My daughter—my own flesh and blood—is gone. Kidnapped! And the woman I’ve spent my entire life searching for is being stolen right in front of my fucking nose!”

I couldn’t get anything out of my mouth as I watched Celine and Charlotte make their way to Ivan’s side. “Do I know her?” Ivan’s voice put a halt to my thoughts and I turned my gaze back at him unbelievably. “Why is no one answering me and why is this bitch still here?” He roared, making me jump in fear but he regretted it almost immediately because he held his head. Standing from the bed and moving away from him slowly, there is no way, there is no way Ivan doesn’t remember me when we had a lot of things planned out. Staring at him, I saw a flicker of the old Ivan and not the sweet one that I eventually fell in love with. I saw the one I had sex with that first night, the same one that came

Rosy didn’t know, she had no idea what Ivan had done to me, maybe I would finally have someone on my side. “When he tried to rape me” “No, no, no! I am not having that” Rosy grabs my hand and marches us back towards the packhouse. Ivan was sitting at his desk when he looks up and sees me with a more than furious Rosy. “What the hell did you do Ivan?” Ivan looks away. I could see him sucking in his cheeks as he searches for an answer. Was he scared of his little sister? “IVAN!!” “You don’t understand Rosy, you haven’t found your mate yet”

Then the air changed, and a familiar scent hit me, making Alina frown… Ivan. He stepped out from between two burning structures, blood on his shirt and a smile that wasn’t panic. Satisfaction. Alina went still beside me; her hand found mine and trembled. Ivan looked straight at her. “There she is,” he said. “The person who has us dragging through flames to get her… had I known that you carried such value, I would have savored your presence for a while longer.” My wolf surged. I stepped in front of her. “You have exactly one chance to turn around.”

He let her go just like that. "Damn what a show," Ivan chuckled as his fingers held the cigarette and raised it to his lips, sucking the smoke in and then letting it out after a moment with richness. "It could have been better, you know if she would've stripped," continued Ivan laughing, and then winked at Kevin who was on the verge of losing control. "Forget her already, she's a stubborn one," said Ivan as he remembered the events from last night. She resisted him a lot. She seems naive yet strong. Just an honest mixture of innocence and strength.

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.

"Of course, that's what you always called me, right? An opportunist who was only ever after your money? Well, you've been wrong all along." Ivan grimaces and looks down, ashamed. However, all I do is walk past him, done with this conversation. "Now, if you don't mind, Noah's scared and wants to go home." He doesn't try to stop me this time and just remains where he is on the ground, still crying as if he lost something so important to him. Why, though, when he's never wanted me from the beginning? As I walk with my little family and best friend, I can't help but wonder where things started going wrong between us. How did I, a simple, low-paid social worker, get entangled with a rich CEO like

he cleared his throat, “The next time you try to mess with me again and interfere with my life or the order of how I want my things to be done, I cannot promise that you will escape unscathed! I truly hope you remember that I warned you.” Ivan's hand trembled as he ended the call, the phone slipping from his grasp and clattering to the floor. He sank to his bed, looking up to the ceiling, the room spinning around him as he struggled with his eyelids, the silence of his apartment closed in on him even more. And for the first time in years, he felt truly alone.

He wasn’t. So he would not lose control with her. About ten minutes later, Shay returned and sat down next to him, then settled into the pillows and just stared at Ivan in silence as he finished the second packet. As soon as he finished it and threw it to the trash-can (successfully) Shay moved to turn off the lights and they laid down to go to sleep. In all of his years, Ivan had only ever shared a bed with one person—Valentina, his best friend and sometimes lover. But it was nothing like this.

In a way he was right, but why was she allowing him to read through her like a book? Ivan was more of a quiet and aloof type, he didn’t like women much but this woman kept on tempting him over and over until she picked his interest. No any other woman had done this to him before, he was too careful with his heart. Without meaning to, he had to find out what it was about this woman with a sharp mouth.