Novel & Cerita Batman X Poison Ivy Fanfiction

Ivy laughed and patted her arm. “Yeah, that was a disaster! You were in desperate need of a rescue,” Ivy said, and both girls laughed. “Poor Addison. Sometimes I think Maddox is never going to grow up.,” Ivy said as she watched Addison drag her mate across the yard while scolding him. “Do you ever think about your mate?” Azalea asked, her eyes scanning the crowd, trying to see if her mate was there. Ivy's stomach fluttered, and her mind immediately went to Vivian. She turned her head, and her eyes moved through the crowd until she spotted Vivian leaning against a tree with her fangs sunk into a blood bag. Their eyes met, and her heart beat faster.

Not with Brandon. And yet, I wasn’t pulling away. His fingers trailed lower, skimming over the thin fabric of my shorts, just enough to make my breath stutter. His smirk deepened, eyes flicking up to mine, gauging my reaction. "How long have you been fantasizing about this, Ivy?" His voice was dark, teasing, but there was something else beneath it now, something rougher, something unspoken. "You're insane," I hissed, twisting in his hold, but I wasn’t fighting as hard as I could have. And he knew it.

Cassandra raised an eyebrow and gave her a smirk. "Fine, I gave you a warning. I've beaten you before, let's hope you put up a better fight then your alternate self." As Cassandra finished Alicia watched Ivy turn into a blur as she used her speed abilities to catch Cassandra off guard and pin her to the floor. She began to repeatedly punch Cassandra in the face. It wasn't enough to stop Cassandra from using her sorcery, with her hand balled into a fist she began to slowly choke Ivy. To her amazement Ivy didn't stop punching her but her punches did get slower. That's when Helena joined in as she disappeared and so did Cassandra. Ivy gasped for air as she stood and walked toward Alicia, as the

Mark’s Provo babe, Ivy was vomiting ” Harleen busted into the room, her blood dipped nails scratching me. She reached for a kiss, my inner me told me to run. To dodge it. But I had wanted this. I want her on my side, I want her to drive Ivy away. But every time l stole a glance at her I feel like vomiting. She is a whore without notes. “ what is wrong” I rested my head on my shoulder, giving myself more room to look at Harleen.

"I prefer this than being dead," then she added on a light tone. "Besides, do you have any idea how powerful I am now." Ivy rolled her eyes. Not this talk of power again. "I could even snap you into two for stealing my boyfriend." Ivy's grip around the doorknob tightened immediately, her shoulders tensed. "I didn't--" "I know. I was only joking." She took a step forward and Ivy's eyes widened in alert, she must have observed that because she immediately retracted her step back to where she had been standing before.

I jolted out the couch and hurried into the bathroom. I found Ivory, clothed in a towel, by the toilet seat outside the bath tub, her back on the wall and her legs drawn up to her chest. From the door, I asked her, "What is wrong Ivory?" She pointed to a concealed bulb on the floor. "That thing just flew in here and scared the shit out of me." I walked slowly to the bulb and saw it was a bat. How did that get in here? I quickly went into the bedroom to look for a heavy object I could kill the bat with.

Ivan returned, smilingly. “The good-for-nothing b*stard Fane drank the poisoned water yesterday! And he’s completely unaware of it! Haha!” Xena beamed and her mouth curved into a wicked smile. “As long as this b*stard dies, you can announce our relationship in front of everyone in the Taylor family. I’ll officially be your girlfriend then I won’t have to be with Ben the hopeless waste any longer!” “Did you really give Fane the poison? Are you sure?”

with those words, Bryan touched Ivy's forearm and silently urged her to move. Ivy started moving on autopilot. She is not thinking straight. She is still shocked. Once Bryan helped Ivy inside their waiting vehicle, he turned to face her from the front seat. "Ivy, what was that about? What is it about his tattoo that made you look like you have seen something you were not expecting to see?" he inquired. Ivy didn't look at him. But his words registered in her mind. "He is the one Bryan. The fourth one" she replied simply.

Ivy turns around and runs out of the training field, holding the book, map and touch light. I wonder how she'll successfully sneak back with all that load. About to leave the place, I hear a loud wince from the forest. Tracing the sound, I see someone hanging upside from a tree, his legs being held up with a rope tied to the tree. There's a small dart on the side of his head. Someone had set a trap, and this unlucky fellow had triggered it, falling into it. Wait, this is the exact route Ivy was coming towards. This gal better fall in ye trap so we all leave.

She was a fan. Of my brother. A full-blown, delusional, glitter-heart fangirl. I stepped further inside. Her phone was still on the bed, screen lit up and yes, Brian Blake’s grinning face stared back at me like he knew. I was going to lose my mind. “You don’t knock now?” came Ivy’s voice from behind me. I turned. She stood in the doorway, arms crossed, hair still a little messy from sleep, and wearing that ridiculous robe that showed too much of her legs and not enough self-preservation.