Blooming Ivy Lane Novels & Stories

I thanked, pulling my gorgeous little mate into my side "Yeah it was such a shock though" Lacey began, her voice is so fucking annoying, she had one arm linked through Lincoln's and a small scowl on her face. "You know, 'cause Sin's so powerful and handsome and Blossom's quite... plain" she smiled. My Blossom's face fell slightly but she quickly covered it with a smile, clearly trying to be polite. I however was certainly not fucking happy. "Come on Lacey... Blossom is anything but plain" Lincoln said, eyeing her up and down

He calmly uttered as he stared at her and kissed her passionately in the lips, when he felt his phone ring, he brought it out of his pocket and the caller ID was private. The minute he picked up, he heard. "Come to the mansion immediately, Kai." "Alright, Father." Ivy's Pov. I just finished washing the disgusting plates, despite the bright hot sun outside and wiped my hands with a cloth and walked towards the dining room to eat the eggs and bacon I just fried for myself. And as I sat down.

Not wanting to spend any more moments with this grumpy men, Ivy hopped out of the car and followed the woman, not like she looked like she would be of a better company. Anyways, beggers - wait, no- brides caught in the type of situation she was caught in, couldn't be choosers. There were flowers on either sides of the pathway, a water fountain made from a statue of a horse, on the right. Goosebumps laced Ivy's skin as cool creeped over her. Or was it? They were starting to get closer and closer to the large church doors and Ivy was sure that if she had to step in and get married like this, she would definitely die of embarrassment.

The doctors could never have guessed that it was my wife, Lilian Barton, who had her people brutalize Wesley like this. Until today, I had no idea that Lilian led an underworld gang in Teravon. She ordered her men to beat Wesley mercilessly. While Wesley cried out in agony, she felt nothing but irritation at the noise and disgust at the sight of his blood. "Blood on a wedding day is the worst omen. This perfect occasion has been ruined by this cursed little thing," she said. She quickly had someone drag Wesley to the hills behind the venue, then turned to clutch another man's hand tightly. "Honey, don't worry. I'll take you to the chapel later to cleanse all this bad luck."

she then broke the hug, "and that's my husband Vincenzo and my son, Ace." ** A C E Ivy was so fucking beautiful. Definitely the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. She had long wavy brown hairs and green eyes with pink soft lips begging to be kissed. I don't know for how many minutes I've been staring at her but hearing my mom say my name broke my out of my trance. "...and my son, Ace." "I'm Ace and best buddies with your bro," I flashed her a smile, "nice to meet you, Ivy."

"Let me be your pillow..." Ivy nodded, a small smile plastered on her face. "Of course..." Zack guided her out of the living room, his touch calming the tension brewing within her. As they stepped into the garden, Ivy's eyes fell on the vibrant daffodils scattered all over the lush greenery; her eyes glimmered with a sense of serenity. As they settled on a cool spot in the garden, the fresh fragrance of flowers wafted into their noses, creating a soothing ambiance. They both lay on their backs, their faces mere inches apart as they stared into each other's eyes, neither willing to look away.

Ivy remarked and hung up. She checked her phone and scrolled through the pictures and details and her lips curved into a smirk. She walked out of her office and the restaurant, and then drove off to the address she had on her phone. After driving for about thirty minutes, she pulled up in front of a small house and walked up to the door, then knocked. “Who is there!” Brandon yelled out. Bethany didn’t respond and waited for him to come out and Brandon opened the door with cup of drink in his hand.

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> IVY The fifth of January creeps on me faster than I expect. I wake up before the alarm and for a few seconds I just lie there, blinking at the ceiling, wondering why my chest feels like something is sitting on it. Then it comes back all at once. The Dean. Today.

Chapter 2: A Life for a Life That night, a sleek black sedan pulled up to Ivy’s apartment. The driver, silent and efficient, navigated the winding streets of the city before coming to a stop in front of a mansion that looked out of place—ancient yet grand, like something from another time. Its towering gates opened with a soft click, revealing an estate that radiated a serene elegance, the kind of place where time seemed to stand still. Ivy stepped out, her heels clicking sharply against the stone driveway. A man, middle-aged with a neatly trimmed mustache and impeccable posture, greeted her. His presence was formal, yet warm.

She should believe that her mother was in heaven and would definitely be happy to see their family of four live happily together. That would definitely be the case! … The weather was good today, and the gentle sunlight shone on everything. Without realizing it, Liam drove to the Jay Mansion area, and from a distance, he could see Ivy squatting under a big tree in a daze through the fence. Liam parked the car at the door of the main building. Nonetheless, the sound of the car did not disturb Ivy, and her eyes were still fixed on the roots of the tree. Liam approached Ivy, and when he was a few meters away, he called her, "V, what are you doing?"