Elite Ivan Romane & Geschichten

Amelia’s eyes welled up, she grabbed the little hand and pulled Ivana to her chest. “And Master Ivan,” Elliot tried to get close to Ivan, but he stood up rapidly. “Look, Mr Elliot Black, stay away from me. This will be good for your physical health. I don't like strangers and especially, if they are close to Mr Aaron Black, I hate them,” Ivan spat angrily and climbed the bed with his robot. Elliot knelt and his mind was flat. Amelia chuckled, seeing Elliot. Elliot muttered, “Exactly, like his father. Look, attitude, language and Aura- a coloured copy of Aaron Black. It Suits you.”

“Listen to what, Eliana? The man abandoned you at San Francisco, and had it not been for your reflex…” “Can someone explain to me what the fuck is going on?” Ivan asked, stopping his raging son. Vladimir kept his eyes on his twin brother, shaking his head as he begged him to calm down. “The bastard is one of Lorenzo’s men” Blake said, answering Ivan’s question. “Eliana, what is the meaning of this?” Ivan asked “is what he’s saying true?” “No, yes…”

I am not getting Cherish out. I am going to burn this whole fucking place to the ground. I am Ivan Stolkhov, Head Beta Warrior of the White Forest Pack, leader of men, a fucking hero from once upon a time and I will not let Killian’s life be in vain.

I looked at the telephone and smiled as I put it back on the stand. Rolland Ivanov, the heir to the Ivanov multi-Billion Empire, now let's see how much your darling family loves you, I'm just a doctor, doing my job…….. I smile….,

“I guess baby boy’s all grown up now. Find Leonardo, I want him in my study immediately. There’s no way he’s allowed to do stuff like this behind my back.” Eli gave a small nod then disappeared. I closed the opened contract then opened a web browser. I searched for Vladimir Ivanov and waited for the results to load. There was nothing relevant on him, no photos even. Just that he was the co-founder of the Ivankov Gas and Oil Company. Strangely enough, there was a clear photo of Markus. There was nothing as well on Nikita Ivanov. The opening of the door drew my attention. Leo walked in and closed it behind him.

A game. Ivan walked over to the bed, his face like stone. "Thank you for telling me this, Clara," he said, his voice ice-cold. "You just gave me the final piece of the puzzle." He turned to me, his gray eyes burning with intensity. "They thought they could use you. They thought they could hide behind your back and stab me. They made a mistake. A huge mistake." He grabbed my hand, squeezing it tightly. "The game isn't over yet, Elena. Adrian and Celeste might be gone, but there is a traitor in my ranks. And I promise you... I will find them. And I will crush them."

he whispered. I raised my glass, forcing a smile as we clinked them together. The gesture felt absurd given the circumstances, but it worked. We looked like any other couple enjoying the event. Selene's laughter pierced the air again, drawing my attention. She was speaking animatedly to a man with a scar running down his cheek. "That's Viktor Ivanov," Elias murmured. "One of the most dangerous crime bosses in Europe." I nearly choked on my champagne. "And she's laughing with him like they're old friends?"

They wash over me for a second before he looks away, it’s as though he can’t keep his eyes on me long enough before he looks away. “Lili, this is Fred, one of our most promising recruits and if he focused solely on training and not lending the war tactics to professionals, he might just be number one.” He adds with a very sarcastic smile. I stretch my hand forward with a wide smile. “Hey.” He looks at the hand like a shy boy before he finally accepts it for just one hake before he pulls away awkwardly. Oh, this guy is going to be easy. “Now that the both of you are well acquainted, get to it.” Ivan says, casually stepping out of the fighting circle.

And he’d already decided that he wasn’t letting the vultures have her. Not Ivy. Not Killian. Not even himself. He sipped the whiskey slowly, letting the burn center him. The secrets he held were heavy. Ugly. Dangerous. He knew Ivy’s skeletons, the ones she kept hidden beneath her public persona—the secret accounts, the bribed officials, the blackmail she’d used to rise above Elara and steal what should’ve never belonged to her then the dirty ones that she has sold her body for along side some of Elara's family. And Killain… Preston had only scratched the surface of that man’s past, but what he’d already uncovered?

"You better have something for me, you disgusting fool!" David was piqued by the slight hint of cheerfulness in Ivan's eyes. "I...I...I... I'm working on it, Mr. Kingston." Ivan stuttered as he hid his trembling hands behind his back. "These people are good at covering their tracks. They are uncommonly skilled. But since they are not aliens, I promise you, we will find them and I will personally hand them over to you."