The One And Only Ivan Novel Study Novels & Stories

Yes, that is what he is good at, to run like a coward, just like he did ten years ago, to pretend like Madeline was asking the wrong question, like the man they were talking about hasn't been invading his sleep, awakening his primal desire, igniting the fiery fire crossing through his veins. "Does she know you like men? That you have a thing for men, like Shawn Maddox?" Madeline hit the nail on the head with the last question that made Ivan stand rooted in the spot. Ivan turned to look at her, his lip trembling slightly as though he wanted to say something.

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

I should have found it a reprieve the cells sat empty sans one and that I wasn’t soundly sleeping upstairs while people rotted below, but there was nothing relieving about seeing Ivan leaning against iron bars and giving me the look he always did when I did something he disapproved of. “You should not be down here,” he censured. It was bizarre seeing himexisting in this dungeon so indifferently—this man I’d known for years, who was insanely picky about his Americanos and had an allergy to cheap cologne and traffic. “Nobody told me I couldn’t be,” I returned, hiding my uncertainty of how Ronan would feel about it if he found out. Not for my own sake, but Ivan’s. “I amtelling you now. Go back

Luca said with confusion written on his face as I processed my words. Ivan has every reason to lie. He hated me. He wanted freedom to live recklessly. Freedom I wasn’t willing to give him. He has never stayed from sex for two days, and while it might not seem that long for others, it was Ivan. He was a Casanova after all. “Could you please slow down!” Luca hissed, clutching to the seat belt like it was life, “Do you even know where he is?” No, but I had an idea where a party animal like Ivan would be in. All I had to do was to check every expensive nightclub around town.

He plants his forehead to mine and closes his eyes. "Don't worry, I'll come back to you," With one last kiss on my forehead, Don headed out confidently. I know he will return to me, but my fear of him facing Petrov makes my heart uneasy. Petrov is a true monster than Eddie. Eddie is the scientist, and Petrov is the Frankenstein monster. A match made in hell. "Let's go," I say as we both carefully leave the house and see the SUV parked outside with Landon in the driver's seat.

Ivan couldn't help but laugh in mockery as he replied, "You are wrong, Caesar. I did not stir up the troubles first. It all has been you fucking Romanovas, who started it a long time ago, and till now, it's still a never-ending cycle of revenge and chaos. This is just the beginning of my plans." "I am going to take back what has always belonged to the Salvators. This is what I have promised myself; I am going to get the Cosa Nostra throne and end you Romanovas." Ivan smirked as he put his hand in his pockets and studied Caesar's face for his reaction. Caesar noticed Jasper jogging back from inspecting the goods in the truck, and he whispered in his ears, "All good," indicating the goods were

Fucking Ivan. I’d known him for years. The bastard rose through the Bratva ranks carving a path of bodies and broken deals. Ruthless didn’t even begin to cover it. He’d burned entire warehouses just to send a message, slit throats over minor insults, and once fed a man his own fingers for touching one of his shipments. Ivan was a cold, calculative bastard, and always smiling while he did it. But what really fueled the fire between us was simpler: Ivan had made it his personal mission to take whatever belonged to me.

It was study hours, and I needed to read and review my notes for the upcoming test. I had settled into a desk in the middle when Ivan appeared at the window. “Mind if I join you?” I shook my head, and he entered through the door. There was an excitement that brightened his eyes. He brought me a bag of freshly baked chocolate cookies and some orange juice. “Thought you might need some fuel for your studying,” he said, setting the snacks on the table between us. I smiled gratefully, and we sat in comfortable silence. We had read for over two hours, and I caught Ivan staring at me. The longing in his eyes made me feel very uncomfortable.

The book reverts back to third person. “…..I need to be stronger…” Ivan said, his heart bitter and disheartened. Greed had never controlled him. He hoped to be a king neither horrid nor incompetent but a king able to manage his kingdom well and to live a happy life with his wife, one whom he could respect as a human being, if not love. But… did he hope for too much? A soft hiccup snapped Ivan from his whimsical thoughts. He turned his head and saw a little girl. Tears fell from her cheek and she wiped it roughly with her sleeves. She looked distracted, thus failing to take notice of his presence.

Ivan stopped his legs and started walking towards Dev, "Then don’t sleep until we reach the castle. Make out with her inside your ice-walled chamber, not here, (Dev opened his mouth to say something but was halted by Ivan) not in your dreams too." Dev smiled at Ivan’s anger and asked, "What’s bothering you?" "A part of me is happy for you, Dev that you've finally moved into a relationship with the girl of your heart. But another part of me boils for your happy relationship with your heart-picked girl." Ivan explained his complicated happy-hate feelings for Dev. "Why is that?" Dev wondered at Ivan’s strange feeling which he haven’t encountered in centuries together. Ivan exhaled. "Huh, (Ivan