Novel & Cerita Arkham Knight Ivy

My eyes are glued to the screen, though I’m not really seeing anything. “Because the Ivy I know has always loved the chase,” I say quietly. “The thrill of it. The challenge. She loves using that brilliant mind of hers and proving—again and again—that she’s the smartest woman in the room. And the thing is, she usually is.” A small smile tugs at my lips. “Ivt was never meant to sit still and let life happen to her. She was meant to question everything, push boundaries, kick down doors if she had to. I just want her to get a taste of that woman again.”

Ivy Thornfield strolled into our space, her inner circle following close behind like a pack of wolves. She wore the exact same violet-blue uniform, but on her, the color looked dead, drained of any light. Her friends fanned out in a semi-circle, their faces twisted into identical smirks. "Using children for publicity now, Lumira?" Ivy sneered, stopping close enough that I could smell the heavy scent of her rose perfume hiding something sour underneath. "It is a bit desperate, even for you. What is next, passing out bread to the peasants in the lower districts?"

They are so cunning and clever, with the use of their belladonna flowers, they tend to take humans astray, promising Utopia but then giving them endless pain and suffering from slavery. The human king after all this, decided to build a fence to keep his people safe from the dangers of the vipers. These vipers, held in human bodies, had green eyes and all had one motive; enslave humans. It was strictly prohibited to get close to one, because it would only bring demise to the human kingdom. He had to protect his people if the Viper king didn’t settle with negotiations. During this short period of time, war ceased since the Viper King found no way on how to get close to the humans. Nearby the f

But here I was two years later, the dream turning into my reality. "No way!” Ivy exclaimed, scowling at me. She was tall with cinnamon hair that was slightly wavy at the end and reached up to her breast. She wore a black camisole and cargo pants, and it wasn’t hard to tell that she possessed those God-gifted curves just at the right places. However, her arms were muscular and there were tattoos on them. She was literally far, far different from the women I preferred. “What do you mean, no way?” Logan frowned.

Olivia's POV Grandfather Moore’s gaze was warm as he gestured toward the young woman standing beside him. "Olivia, this is Ivy. She’s one of the strongest female Gammas in our pack." Ivy gave a small nod, her short hair swaying slightly with the movement. She had sharp eyes, the kind that seemed to see everything without trying too hard. Yet, there was something calm about her—a quiet strength that didn’t demand attention but couldn’t be ignored either.

I wouldn’t put it past him, or Elder Jet, or any of the Lycan Royal Family’s other enemies. But I trust Gamma Everly, and if she thinks she has something, I’ll take her word for it. Ivy and I close the doors to the dungeon behind us. As I look down at her, I find myself distracted by how profoundly beautiful she is. Her blue eyes are even more deep and endless as she ocean, and her features are sculpted like a work of art. She’s the only thing I ever want to look at. “I’ll see you later, then,” Ivy says reluctantly, lowering her gaze.

Mr Jones Vones was not the kind of person to have pity on. As she watched him kneel before her, pretending to sobb while she still comforted her neck, Ivy reached into her robe and pulled out the knife Magdalene had given to her. She looked down at him as she aimed to stab his spinal cord, the joint behind his neck. She knew it would kill him within seconds and that was her plan. She readied herself and was about striking when something happened

But her expression—her smile—was unmistakable. “You came,” Ivy said. Evryn nearly collapsed with relief. “I thought I lost you.” Ivy reached for her. Their hands almost touched—then a surge of static shattered the connection. “I’m not whole,” Ivy said, her voice echoing. “This fracture… it kept parts of me. Memories. Code. I can’t leave until I reclaim them.” “Then I’ll help you find them,” Evryn said. “There’s no time,” Ivy whispered. “The fracture is collapsing. But if I stay here… if I stabilize it from within… the rest of the gates can hold.”

Vinca had painstakingly created this fragrance and it was for her personal use and refused to produce it for sale. The scent created from lavender, Bradford pear tree, and rosemary had taken Vinca months to perfect. She had refused to mass-produce the scent because she wanted something unique for herself. Damont was lost in the past when Ana swaggered in. She knew that look. Damont had it every time he thought about that bitch. How was it possible that whatever she did, he still thought about her? "Mmhh, what's on your mind honey?" Damont was sharply brought back to the present with that screech. He cringed and looked up.