Elite Ivan の小説・ストーリー

The scandal between Sofia Montero and Adam Kavanaugh dominated the headlines in Khalidan, and the man's lips twisted into a sinister smirk. This was Ivan Volkov, a powerful figure in the hidden European underworld, known for his ruthless control over international dealings, from arms trade to black-market networking. Years ago, Sofia had stumbled into his orbit when she was just a desperate seventeen-year-old, lost and stranded in Europe. She had been naive, with no money and no connections, and in her desperation, she had made a deal with Ivan, a deal she would later regret.

My eyes hardened on the white substance packaged in plastic bags, glancing at Ivan sprawled on the floor with a wide smile on his face as he stared at the ceiling. “I assure you that this new formulae will bring us more—“ “I don’t need your fucking assurance.” I snapped, cutting Elio off, “What I need is proof of its quality.” He nodded with a wide smile, glancing at Ivan just as I expected. Fucking moron. “He could taste the quality.” He said with a low tone, whispering, “heard he’s an addict.” I chuckled darkly, tightening my grip on my gun as I leaned into my chair. He was quite updated on Ivan’s life that wasn’t much of a secret. The spoilt son of the Hernandez family.

Whoever it was that helped keep his mate alive deserved his gratitude. “Who is he?” Dylan asked, his voice was calm as he was still flabbergasted to see his mate alive. “Xavi!” Isabel called out her cousin, who unknown to Dylan was standing outside the study. Why was she calling out Xavi? Dylan wondered. Xavi couldn’t possibly be the person she was referring to, because he had been in the Pride pack the entire time, he mentally said to himself. His thoughts was interrupted by his beta walking into the study with a boy over a year old in his arms.

Ivan said to Elorm and Elorm felt relaxed knowing the guard had just confirmed the document was original. "Elorm, it's been great working with you. I know you were the only one we could use to get this. I am going to tell you something. I killed your father. He was not part of Eduardo's men. Your father was my competitor in the drug business. So I cleared him," Ivan said and Elorm frowned standing to his feet angrily but he stopped in his tracks because the guard pointed a gun at him.

“Mr Ivanov. It's a pleasure to see you again.” Eli Katz. Jeweler to the rich, the ruthless, and the untouchable. I stare at him as he shifts from one foot to another. “Do you have everything?” I ask, nodding towards the box he clutched tightly. “All to your specifications,” he confirmed as he took a small step forward and placed the box on the dining table. I moved towards the table and unlatched the silver clasps on the box, lifted the lid, and took a breath.

The tallest one, the leader, had a grizzled jaw and eyes like chipped obsidian, sharp and unyielding. His name, Pamela would later learn, was Ivan. He carried himself with the quiet authority of someone who’d seen too much to be rattled by a single body. The other two followed his lead, wordless, their duffel bags clinking softly with the tools of their trade—chemicals, brushes, and plastic sheets that crinkled ominously as they set them down.

I try to calm my nerves. I lift my chin. “Why not?” “Because I will not offer it to you again.” I choke out a laugh. “Why would I want this?” The firelight from a nearby torch dances across his eyes. “You have no friends here, little rabbit. Ethan is gone. Fiona is gone. John is weak. And Ethan is not as well liked as he may think. There are many more animals like Vladimir who will take advantage of the situation you find yourself in.” “What makes you any better than Vladimir?”

She wasn’t just a sister; she was a node in the network. “You don’t fit in this world, Ivy,” Elena said, turning to look at her. The silver in Elena’s eyes was no longer just an iris; it was a HUD, scrolling with data streams. “You’re a high-fidelity ghost. A collection of Dante’s deepest, most pathetic insecurities given skin. Temporary things are always kept closest, and look how close he kept you. He needed to make sure you didn't evaporate before he finished the code.” Ivy’s humiliation, once a quiet ache, sharpened into a jagged, territorial resentment. She looked at the silver map on her arm—it was glowing, pulsing in time with the room’s violet hue.

Ivy didn’t react. Didn’t shrink. Didn’t try to impress. She simply turned and continued walking. Behind her, the whispers started again. “She didn’t even react…” “Who does she think she is?” Eliana watched her leave, her smile slowly fading. Ethan said nothing but something about that moment stayed longer than it should have. And Ivy? She walked through the halls like a ghost. Unnoticed. Unimportant. Unwanted. Exactly how she intended it. Because the truth was Ivy Morgan hadn’t come to Starlight Elite Academy to belong.

he asked. “We can leave Brent here, he can do it alone,” Ivan suggested to his friend, placing his feet on the coffee table near him. “We can’t leave like that and you know that too, Ivan. Have you forgetten our oath in our country? I will just send Elise in my place,” he explained. “Elise? Did you mean Elise Montana? The daughter of our former commandant and our friend’s crush?” Ivan bluntly uttered.