Novel & Cerita Blooming Ivy Lane

After paying for the transport fare, she grabbed hold of the car door and pushed it open Then, she stepped out and slowly headed to the building in front of her. Standing in front of the gate, Ivy slowly walked toward the door, not even sure if there was anyone in the building. However, the blooming lights that lit up the building suggested that someone might still be in the building, so she decided to forge ahead. When Icy reached the entrance and was about to push open the door, she was immediately stopped by the flashing lights from the security torch. The lights flashed directly into her eyes, causing her to go blind for a second. When the security saw her face, he shouted, “Miss Ivy Wil

Evans asked, looking down at Ivy's pale face. "Her name is Ivy Monroe," I said, my jaw clenching tight as I handed her the medical file from Ashbourne General. "I found her collapsed on the side of the road in Blackstone Heights. She was wearing nothing but a cheap jacket and a paper hospital gown. She has lost an immense amount of blood." Dr. Evans pressed a small plastic tool against Ivy's lower belly, moving it slowly across her skin. She stared at the black-and-white monitor for a long, quiet minute. The room was totally silent except for the steady beep-beep-beep of the machines.

I still love you. Ivy felt a wave of cold laughter hit her chest. Love? He didn't love her. He loved his money, and he loved his pride. Now that both were in her hands, he was suddenly a romantic. She typed back a simple message: The bakery is yours. The Vane empire is mine. Don't call me again. She blocked his number and tossed the phone into a bowl of water on the side table. She watched the screen flicker and die. That was the end of Ivy Thorne.

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?"

"Happy anniversary, honey! We're going to stay at Wildrose Estate today, where you'll finally get to see the sea of flowers I've prepared for you by tonight." I smiled without saying a word. I took out the divorce papers I'd prepared and pushed them toward him. "Sign them." I'd already flipped to the last page. Claude took them and signed without hesitation. I froze for a second. "Are you not even going to check what it is?" Claude didn't seem to care. "Isn't it just an adjustment to the IVF plan? We've always signed something like this whenever it failed before." I held the flash drive in my hand, feeling nothing but irony.

The 10th manor needs to be taken care of for when Ler comes back. When the maids left, she lay on the bed and it felt like being on a cloud. Immediately, Ayla felt she could fall asleep right there and rest in a way she hadn’t done in weeks. Her gaze drifted towards the wall on her left, where a painting of moon flowers was the only decoration of the room. Knock-knock. Someone was calling at the door. She stood and went to open the door, and was surprised to see it was Nox, although perhaps she should have expected it.

CHAPTER TWO | POISON IVY IVY KING After my speech of random meaningless words, the whole cafeteria went unusually silent. The sound of a pin dropping would have been clearly heard with how silent it was. The girl from earlier, Victoria, suddenly stood up and yelled. “The chick is a fucking freak. She called herself poison Ivy earlier." That was how I got the nickname ‘Poison Ivy.' Apparently, my presence and existence in this world irritates people and everyone needs to stay away from me.

“Gabe, it will be totally fine, ok? I’ll inform my mother before you get to the house so you don’t get scolded or a query. Now, can we both leave so we can get home.” “Yes Miss, “ he inclined his head a bit, “please be careful on the way.” Ivy nodded and he left. “Alright! Ivy Lee, let’s start our street adventure and make it a memorable one. She set out from the school’s parking lots and into the world of local sightseeing. She noticed a sweet old lady standing by the side of the road, looking left and right for the right time to cross the busy road. She would try but step back because she was slow and a car would come up.

“To honor her.” My throat bobbed painfully, and I couldn’t find the words to respond. I simply walked forward, sinking onto the stool beside Ivy’s bed. The sight of her body, lying so still, was nearly too much to bear. Her skin, once full of life and warmth, had taken on a strange pallor, starting to decay. Patches of gray and purple spread across her arms and neck, the venom already working its way through her system. Her body was sweaty, the scent of her decay mixing with the faint, lingering smell of pumpkin spice—the scent that had always intoxicated me.

It wasn’t a long drive; before long, they had arrived at the place. --- Ivy had made a choice to be happy while she could. It was a beautiful place—a mansion with a garden full of beautiful flowers and a pool. She would make the most of it while she could. Ivy felt someone watching her. She looked up to find Alex staring at her through a window. He didn’t hide the fact, and it pissed her off greatly. She really wanted to cause a fuss when something wicked dropped into her mind. From where he was standing, staring at her, his view covered the gardens and the pool area. She looked at him, raising her middle finger in the air. She imagined him rolling his eyes at her.