The House Of Kiseleva Ivanov

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The mornings of November were the same for everyone in the city—grey, cold, and soaked in slow rain. A full week’s forecast had promised nothing but clouds and downpour. It was the second day of it now. Tuesday. 7:15 a.m. The sun had made no appearance. It stayed buried somewhere behind the heavy clouds like it, too, needed a break from showing up. She stretched lazily, a small yawn escaping as her toes curled under the soft blanket. Her bed had become a cave of warmth and sleep—but eventually, with some convincing, she peeled herself out of it. Her fingers curled around the curtain, and with a swift pull, the room filled with the pale grey light of the world outside. The street below glistened wet, and the trees shivered lightly in the drizzle. To her, it was perfect. She washed her face in silence, tying her hair into a loose bun. Then, as routine demanded, she wrapped herself in a black high-neck sweater, a long warm blue coat layered on top, and a pair of thick black leggings. Comfortable. Winter-appropriate. Descending the stairs, the soft scent of breakfast greeted her before she even hit the last step. The smell was rich—eggs, parathas, something fried, maybe even hot chocolate—and the aroma carried warmth that no blanket could give.

Before continuing further , let's have a thorough introduction of the whole family.

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“If blood could be forged into a weapon, theirs would be the sharpest.” They called them the Kiseleva Ivanovs. A family too dangerous to provoke. Too brilliant to comprehend. And too secretive to fully know. --- Ivelina Kiseleva Ivanov The first. The center. The myth. A woman who once soared the skies as a pilot-in-training, disappeared from records—only to return more powerful than ever. Now a lecturer. A bestselling author. An oncologist. An entrepreneur. An architectural engineer. . A perfect human prototype. Cold. Calculated. Charismatic. Her smile is rare. Her silence—deadly. Her past? Classified. Her mind? A puzzle even geniuses fail to solve. --- Wynknight Kiseleva Ivanov Second in power. First in silence. Handles the architectural empire. A beast in business, ruthless in negotiation. Past: tragic. Present: unreadable. His body is a weapon. His aura, chilling. No one speaks twice in his presence. Not without permission. --- Alexender Kiseleva Ivanov Blind—but never defeated. He commands the Cybersecurity Bureau. Sees more than anyone. Chess grandmaster. He observes. He waits. He strikes. His calmness is a warning, not peace. --- Noir Kiseleva Ivanov Speed demon. Racing royalty. Owns a showroom, leads an online empire. Dangerously obsessed with his siblings, especially Ivelina. Sweet to them. Sadistic to others. Sarcastic, charming, and totally insane. Don't underestimate the one who smiles while breaking you. --- Noah Kiseleva Ivanov The marine-obsessed professor. Chemical engineer. Secret bestselling author. Unapproachable. Beautiful. Deadly. He sees people the way a scientist sees chemicals—dangerous combinations waiting to explode. --- Mikhail Kiseleva Ivanov An artist of madness. His paintings? Not of this world. His mind? A storm of obsession and genius. Also a district attorney. Studies law. Lives by none. Loves his siblings like oxygen. A psychopath in a tailored suit. --- Floral Kiseleva Ivanov The fists of the family. Karate, taekwondo, all mastered. Currently interning at an IT firm. Hot-headed, fiercely protective. You hit her siblings, she breaks your bones. --- Zoya Kiseleva Ivanov The brain surgeon in progress. Cold as steel. Beautiful as a curse. Chess player. Manipulator. Fearless. Methodical. Unshaken. You’ll only realize her trap when it’s already too late. --- Ashe Kiseleva Ivanov The poetess. The philosopher. The genius in disguise. Torn between tech and literature. Fashionable, emotional, and lost in her thoughts. Has written two books—never mentions them. She bleeds through her pen, but never in front of anyone. --- And above all… They follow her. Ivelina. The one who changed. The one who knows too much

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Let's shift to morning

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