The One And Only Ivan Novel Study 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.

Meanwhile, I have to endure people's attitude, fill up countless application forms, and lay out my family's tragedies over and over again like some beggar—all just for a few thousand dollars' aid funds? Ivan turned toward the college administrators and laughed self-depreciatingly. "You people only know how to preach about hard work, but this society doesn't reward effort! What's so wrong with wanting a shortcut? Isn't Mindy just lucky to be born rich? I refuse to accept it!" He then fixed his eyes on me once again. Before anyone could react, Ivan suddenly grabbed the small fruit knife on the desk. He then lunged at me without hesitation. Everything happened in a split second. I could even fe

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."

So it's better If I keep a safe distance from her for a time being. After getting ready I walk towards the dinning room only to see, shirtless Ivan preparing breakfast only with his trousers on. Sweat was dripping from his toned body , having broad shoulder with tiny waist giving a sexy look. This sight would be worth seeing for any girl. I am sure he will kill millions of girls with his just one sexy look. Girls are dying to get in bed with him. But this saint type of man has to go to bed only and only with his wife whom he will love. But the sad thing is that till now he has not found anyone for whom he would fall.

Christian I reach the villa early today when the evening is nearing. As I reach closer to the room, I can hear Ivanna cramming in a loud tone. It makes me smile for no reason since I haven't heard her cramming like this before. Reaching the door, I lean against it and find her on her study table. She has grabbed her head with one hand and another is stuck with the book. Her eyes are closed when she crams aloud like a toddler. "Why don't you just write them down?" I interrupt as she opens her eyes, pausing to stare at me for a moment. "I heard you can remember better if you write them down," I say, walking inside.

Stacy entered his office with the files required. She didn't fail to notice Ivan's bright mood. She thanked her stars for what ever the reason was. “Here,” Ivan patted a space for her to place the files. He returned his attention to the book he was reading. “Sir…” Stacy called cautiously. She didn't want to offend the man. Ivan looked up from his book. “What?” Her initial courage drained from her body the moments he spoke. Ivan exuded a cold aura, making it difficult for anyone to approach him. It had taken her all the courage in the world to dare to come before him!

So it helps. Sue me. A girl can pretend. My phone vibrated on the nightstand, cutting off whatever Day was about to say, and I reached for it. Ivan’s name flashed on the screen, stopping my heart. 'I’ll look after you ‘til Hell freezes over. You’re mine.' Ivan said over the phone ******** ********* ********* ******** ***** I was beginning to get very acquainted with the inside of toilets. I wondered how long it’ll take for it to get old. I mean, how many times can one person vomit before they get sick of it? No pun intended, of course…

CASSANDRA’S POV I don’t remember the days I woke up with a smile on my face, not for long. These days am getting too much of habituated to it. Last night I slept talking to Ivan on phone. We spoke about our favourite books. Ivan has a similar taste of books as mine. I like reading from male point of view so that I could understand what men usually think before speaking or doing anything.

God, he's beautiful, she thought to herself. The day went by quickly and Ivan was beginning to feel bored in the house, he went outside the cabin to take in some fresh air, moving away from the cabin in sight, he took the narrow path leading to where he'd get lost, the path that was different from the one that led to the lake. His mind was wandering around, standing afar off, he stood watching the cabin, nothing seems unusual, he waited for some minutes hoping something would happen, but nothing happened. He remembered he read in a book that "when a person is waiting expectedly for something to happen, nothing ever happens," he heaved a sigh. His hands-on his waist, he started walking farthe

I wanted to ask him what he was thinking, but under Ivan’s watchful gaze, I didn’t dare. After what felt like an eternity, the SUV pulled into the driveway of a sprawling estate. The gates creaked open, revealing a mansion bathed in shadows. The towering structure loomed over us, its dark windows like empty eyes. --- Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of leather and wood polish. Damien and the others escorted us into a dimly lit study, its walls lined with shelves of old books. A massive desk dominated the room, and Ivan took his place behind it like a king on his throne.