Blooming Ivy Lane Novels & Stories

His hold on her loosened, and she pulled away. “Where is here?” She asked. “Come,” he stretched his hand out to her. “You'll see.” She looked down at his hand, reluctant in her gaze. “You've kissed him multiple times. Holding his hands won't hurt,” a voice in her head whispered. “Right.” She surrendered her hand to him, and he locked it in his. Ivy found herself in a hallway with rainbow lights flickering on and off. Her heart leaped, because the flickering effect had just reminded her of being locked in a room at the Gambino's residence.

“You’ve never tried to leave?” Ivy looked across the valley. “I never had anywhere else to go.” Lila’s heart ached. “No one should ever feel like that.” Before Ivy could answer, a warm breeze swept through the garden. Every flower turned toward her. White lilies opened all at once. Lavender burst into bloom. Rosebuds unfolded in seconds. The air filled with the sweet scent of jasmine. Both women froze. Lila slowly turned toward Ivy. “…Did you do that?” “I…”

Ace had gifted his son a Bentley and even bought a house under Leroy's name on his birthday few months ago. And as for Ivy, she has been compelled to stay at home because of her condition even though Ace had commissioned a big photo studio in her name. Ivy stopped pacing and rushed to the door. She unlocked it and went outside only to find out that it wasn't Leroy's car but Ace's car. Ivy didn’t wait for him to come up to the porch but she also noticed the unusual look on his face. Ace was perturbed which wasn't a good sign and it added more flames to her fear.

It was furnished with the best exterior and interior designs, giving it a fanciful look. I decided to book the hotel garden. It was so serene and surrounded by beautiful flowers. The sweet scents of rose, daisy and tulips rented the air. Colourful butterflies danced around the attractive ornaments. The fresh air and tranquility the garden gave was exactly what Granny needed. Behind us were four bodyguards while granny's nanny sat beside her. I smiled as I watched my folks talk and laugh out loud. I was glad that I was able to spend some quality time with them. It wasn't something I was always chanced to do due to my busy schedule at work.

"Where to ladies?" he asked, his voice rough but not unkind. Ivy stepped closer, leaning slightly into the window. "Seventh Avenue, near the corner of Baker Street," she replied. The driver nodded. "That’ll be twenty bucks." Ivy nodded in agreement and turned back to Dr. Collins, who was already opening her arms for one last hug. They embraced once more, the children standing nearby, waiting patiently. As Ivy climbed into the taxi with Ethan and Lily, they both turned around to wave goodbye, their small hands flapping through the open window.

ON THE Way to class, Stephanie's phone beeps and she brings it out of the pocket of her jeans to check it. Just then, she bumps into someone but luckily for her, her phone doesn't leave her grip. She looks up to see the person she bumped into, only to find a very furious-looking Ivy glaring at her. "You bitch! Are you blind or something?" Ivy yells. Poison Ivy. "I'm so...." "Shut that trap you call a mouth," Ivy yells again.

The script was elegant, the words chilling, and the signature—just a single letter—struck her harder than a physical blow. Who could it be? The guard cleared his throat again, unsure whether to say anything more. “Do you want us to—” “Burn it,” Ivy whispered, cutting him off. Her voice cracked under the weight of the command, but she didn’t care. “Burn the rose as well.” ***

Any minute now. The doorbell rings. The sound slices through the hush. I open the door. Ivy stands there. Her dark hair is pulled into a messy knot. A canvas bag hangs from her shoulder. Her smile is bright but edged with nerves. She smells like fresh flowers and morning air. I step aside. She crosses the threshold. The room feels smaller with her in it. Alive.

Archer asked. "Just use the navigation to search," Ivy replied. As Ivy reminisced about her time in Taronia, she could not believe she could now afford to spend so freely. Twenty minutes later, Archer parked the car in front of a florist. Ivy got out and went inside to buy flowers. She loved all kinds of flowers and pointed out the flowers she wanted with her fingers. "This one, this one, and this one... Mister, I want all the flowers displayed at the entrance."

Ivy, I'm coming for you. ***************************************** Days blended together as Ivy settled into Elena's cozy home. The warmth and kindness Elena showered her with began to chip away at Ivy's defenses. As she healed, Ivy offered to help Elena with her café, tucked away in a quaint corner of the town. Elena's eyes sparkled at the suggestion. "You don't have to," Elena said, using the alias Ivy had adopted. "I want to," Ivy replied, her smile genuine. "It'll keep my mind occupied." Elena's café, "Sunrise Haven," became Ivy's sanctuary. She threw herself into the work, learning the intricacies of baking and brewing. The aroma of freshly baked bread and simmering coffee enveloped her