The One And Only Ivan Novel Study Novels & Stories

Vladimir looked at the unconscious Ivy, and then at his guys. He repeated his eye movement three more times before laying it to rest on the guys. “I told you she's strange, didn't I Andrei? And how the hell did she get into the garden?” He asked, half reproachful, half in awe. “Ivan left the door open so Sergei could come in after his usual stroll round the garden. She probably found it that way, and got curious to see what was on the other side,” Andrei explained.

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.

Ivy said. "Can you tell me his full name so that I can research it." Ivy demanded. Ivanna wanted to laugh, Ivy is just so demanding and her curiosity kills her. Ivanna told his name and that Ivy was really searching for it. "Oh my God!" Ivy shouted. Ivanna was doomed. "Why? What's wrong?" she asked. "Ivanna, he's so damn hot. Are you kidding me??! He's so handsome and yummy brrrr." Ivy said Ivanna was laughing.

Mish said. Everyone was silent in deep thoughts, Mish scooped one spoon of mashed potatoes in then Left. Ivan smiled then, “I will be in my room. I need time to process all this.” Miss Grace and John exchanged glances. After Ivana had ascended the stairs and entered her room, John turned to his mother.

A shadow that crept into places no one dared to go. I stepped inside the cafeteria where several students were gathered. To my relief I didn’t find Alina. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee did little to calm the nausea churning in my stomach. There, in the back corner, he sat. Ivan. Tall, brown-haired, and impeccably dressed, his smile was warm but soulless. His eyes pierced through me as I approached him. He rose, his gaze sliding over me, lingering a fraction too long, making my skin crawl.

I’m not going to let them drag me back to that house. “I’m going to hurt all of you if you come any closer, I promise.” I ranted, but that didn’t stop them from coming closer. The one thing I didn’t take note of as I moved backward was that every step I took, Ivan also took the same. “What’s your plan?” He asked. I don’t have any plans; I just want to get out of this place. That’s all I need to do. Ivan could read me like an open book without me saying anything; he could tell what I was thinking with just one look at me, and right now he knew what was going on in my head.

“Of course.” I tapped on the window. “Drive.” The car pulled away from the boutique, and I stared out my side of the window, jaw tight. THE NEXT DAY Ivy's pov The morning came too quickly. I barely slept. And when I did, my dreams were loud—flashes of blue silk falling from my hand, lips crashing against lips that weren’t mine, and a cold voice saying, “There was nothing to deny.” I sat on the edge of the bed in silence, the weight of a brand-new life pressing down on me like wet cement.

Ivan and his goons came to instruct me to stop obstructing Justice and I tried not to bite their heads off because what stupid justice was in hurting an innocent man like that. I knew Ivan would not let it go so, I had his goons locked up and whipped then I sent them back to him as a reminder they he would be next it he didn’t learn to sit his flat ass down. That worked better than I had predicted. Ivan didn’t just so quiet, he pulled his thugs from the city too. He was obviously going to make a come back, I know, evil never sleeps apparently so when he does I have to be prepared for him. I heaved, reaching out for the door of Father’s old study. The last place I hadn’t ransacked because I w

I could feel my cheeks burning as I stood up. “I wanted to have a word with you first. Come on, let’s have some breakfast.” Ivan said, walking to his cabinet on autopilot. Without a second thought, he took off his shirt. Before I could even forget that I was still engaged to someone else, I quickly left the room. The entire penthouse seemed to belong to Ivan—spotless, elegant, not a single thing out of place. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the Bryston sprawled beneath us like a personal kingdom: rolling hills that melted into distant mountains, the ocean stretching endlessly toward the horizon.

i was still thinking about mum and also stupidly about Ivan cus he wasn't in class today. As soon as Mr.Maxwell left, I quickly walked out of the class heading to the boys dormitory , of course I still wanted to know who it was that had a laptop.my initial plan was to ask Ifeanyi about it but he wasn't in class as well ,he was called to the admistrative block earlier .I walked into the block ,it was so quiet since everyone was in their various classes, I went straight upstairs cus I knew that was where it could be . Ivan was not in school today and I was already suspecting him. one by one I checked all the rooms to see the one that faced my room directly.i checked all till I got to the seco