The One And Only Ivan Novel Study Novels & Stories

Ivan asked nervously under the heated gaze of two ragging bulls. "No!" Mikhail snapped at him which made him frown but Rooh silently served him. "Can you pass the salt to me, princess?" he asked Vanessa this time. "No!" Emiliano was the one to shout this time. Cristina smiled looking at Ivan's state and passed the salt to him. "Only my sister loves me." Ivan said taking the salt from her and patting her hands softly feeling grateful not the brothers' gaze snapped to him again.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. My One and Only (The Youngers Book 4) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2019 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quot

I didn’t need to glance at him to know that Caden was glaring back. “Glad to see you didn’t burn down the place before I─” I pulled up short, eyes zeroing on the book in Ivan’s hand. “What is that?” I asked, my voice a tad higher pitched than usual. To my indignation, he didn’t answer, only turned the next place. “Is that my diary? You can’t just read it! Give it back!” I shrilled lunging for it. Unfortunately, he was much faster, swirling away and holding the book higher up, his eyes still trained raptly on the words.

He is hot and he knows it, thus he doesn't mind showing off his body. Ivan on the other hand, took his stance and stared at Ivy, “So, mates, huh?” Here we go again. Why must everyone mention him and ruin her mood? Ivy thought sneaking an attack on him. Ivan swiftly dodged, kicking her legs which swept her off her feet as she fell to the ground. Of course, Ivan had done a background check on Alfred but there wasn't much on him except that he's a vampire ruling some kingdom. Even his kingdom wasn't mentioned, everything about him was mysterious which doesn't sit well with him. It could only mean that whoever Alfred is was dangerous, so send out more men to do a critical background check once m

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.

Until I found out about him from a friend of mine. "Father, are you listening to me? Why are you looking so dumb? Who are you looking at?" Ivan said to me, my schoolmate and friend. We are currently sitting inside the canteen, to eat our lunch. But all of a sudden, my attention was caught by the woman who was eating alone from the other table and everyone seemed to be avoiding her.

Ivan stated again, studying Olivia's expression. "I guess I like having her around. She's my closest friend." She finally admitted. "She is welcomed to stay as long as she wants." "She's too modest to do that," Olivia said while reaching for the briefcase in his hand "Let me have that," She told him, and he released it to her. Ivan Arthur never lets anyone hold his briefcase no matter how tired he was, it was one of his weird principles and Olivia wondered why. They took the short walk to his garage where a fleet of luxurious cars stood.

“Don’t make me laugh. You think you’ve been playing this game? You think you’ve been waiting for your chance?” Ivan’s smile returned, colder, sharper. “You didn’t see it, did you? All this time, you were too focused on Daniil, on your damn vendetta, to realize you’ve been under my thumb all along.” A shift occurred in the room. The words didn’t register at first, it was too shocking, too surreal. But they sunk in slowly, like cold steel creeping under the skin. Ivan wasn’t just here to claim power. He was here to destroy everything. Daniil. Maximo. Benita.

he said, voice low, rich, and curling with sarcasm. No one answered. He looked up. At Zane. And smiled again. “You must be the boy.” Zane’s stomach tightened. “Zane.” Ivan let the name roll over his tongue like wine. “Zane. The name that set the house on fire.” He began to climb the steps, not fast, not slow, just enough to make Zane aware of every breath. “Tell me, Zane,” Ivan said, his eyes never leaving Zane's, “do you plan to survive this place, or are you just here to watch it crumble?”