Elite Ivan の小説・ストーリー

His face was angular, pale, and marked by a cold smile. It was Ivan. "Beta Vance," Ivan said, his voice carrying effortlessly over the screams of the dying and the howling wind. "You always were an exceptional hound for the throne. But you are serving a false queen. A woman who lets an unranked stray share her bed is not a leader; she is a liability." "Ivan," Vance hissed, stepping over a fallen body, his blade dripping with dark blood. "You should have stayed buried in the frost-wastes. I’m going to take your head back to Natalia as a footstool."

she rasped. “Fucking hours. I’ve left you to recover. Who’s Jay Jay?” Lizzy refused to answer. Ivan crouched before her. What did she ever see in the man? He reminded her of a Komodo dragon. His flat lizard eyes were black orbs in his cruel face. Ivan’s angular jaw and harsh brow loomed in her blurred vision. He licked his lips and traced her collarbone through her torn shirt with a damp hand. “When you sang my song—”

Surely there was some animosity between the cousins. Checking her phone,she perused the relevant information about Ivan. The public described him as an E-sports prodigy, the youngest champion, rebellious yet courteous, distant yet passionate. This description seemed at odds with the young, defiantly attractive boy before her. The most recent update on Ivan revealed that after winning a national competition, he abruptly decided to take a year off, with no clear reason given.

He pulled away and went to hide his face but I shook my head and cupped his cheeks wiping his tears for him “I know that nothing I say would help. I can’t say that it would get better, nor that it won’t hurt. But know that we’re here, you family, your sons, me, your daughter. We won’t leave your side…” “I promise to bring them all at your feet, I’ll do my best to help the men bring them down in front of you…” “It’s their right to have their lives too, Eliana, but I will request one thing from you” Ivan said looking me in the eye. I shook my head, waiting for him to say what he wanted “I want you to stand strong for the family. No matter what happens, I don’t want you to lose that fire and an

"Please, Ivana—don't refuse. Just tell me what you want in return." More importantly, Evan did not know how he should thank her. If it were about money, Ivana herself was the Queen of Finance. That meant money was just a line of inanimate numbers. As for power, her father was the Iron Dragon of South Dominion. He was more powerful than anyone else. As for her enemies, Ivana did not make many. The only exception was the mysterious person who had once cursed her with black magic—and even that culprit had yet to be found. …

Aria Answered before gulping down some water, exhausted of her workout. “That explains a lot,” Said Everett. “Ivan has a nice place though.” He added looking around. “Yeah, have you checked his entrainment studio? It was lit.” Said Aria. Based from Ivan's Job, they all pretty much expected that he's well-off, but they didn't assume that he was this rich. Apparently, bedside from working an already high-paying job, he also had a lot of businesses across Europe. The fact that he's still keeping his job is quite a mystery to them.

The fuzzy edges slowly sharpened into a familiar jawline and cold eyes. My stomach dropped. The blood in my veins turned to ice. It was Ivan. Elena’s husband. One of Killian’s top lieutenants. The same powerful man who had bowed his head respectfully to me just an hour ago. "You look confused, little bird," Ivan said. His voice sounded warped through the heavy haze in my head. He closed the distance between us. He reached down and grabbed my bare arms. His thick fingers dug painfully into my skin as he hauled me off the floor. My ankles dragged uselessly against the carpet as he threw me onto the center of the large bed.

Her full lips twitched, but her eyes held disdain. “If it isn’t the devil himself? The almighty Rafayel Yezhov.” My mouth curved upward, and I couldn’t even pretend that I wasn’t enjoying every second of this moment. Ivan only took the version I’d forced on him but didn’t know that money was a small reward for a job well done. Comical how his pettiness had resulted in a strategic advantage.

As the elevator hummed toward the top floor, I ran over what I’d say. “Hi, Mr. Jay,huge fan.” No. Too desperate. “You were amazing in Sunset Lasts Forever. Mind if I get an autograph?” Ugh, he probably hears that ten times a day. “Hey, Brian. I'm Ivy. And I think you’re the reason my dating standards are ruined.” I snorted to myself. Yeah, no. I’d probably faint before I could form a coherent sentence. What if he was still in? What if I just… happened to knock after I was done?

“He’s here. He is qualified for the job, and he’s had his own past in a world with men like Lorenzo.” “Bring him in.” She opened the door wider. A man entered with the kind of stillness that clears a room. Tall. Dark hair, neatly kept. A charcoal suit that didn’t announce itself and a gaze that did, cool, attentive, unhurried. He stopped at a polite distance, as if measuring the space between us and deciding not to invade it. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said, nodding once. “Elias Gray. Thank you for accepting me in your firm. Ms. Vale told me that you needed a lawyer as a second advisor to your lawyer.”