Blooming Ivy Lane Novels & Stories

At the top of the stairs, Ivy paused, her hand on the doorknob that led her outside of the pack house . Stepping onto the porch, Ivy took a deep breath, relishing the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant whispers of the wind. It was as if nature itself whispered secrets only she could hear. She closed her eyes briefly, savouring the moment, before stepping forward into the fading daylight.

“Thank you so much.” “I figured it could come in handy at the bakery,” he said, his cheeks tinting slightly. Before I could respond, Ivy burst through the door, her presence as lively as ever. She held a bouquet of sunflowers in one hand and a small lavender box in the other. --- “These reminded me of you,” Ivy said, thrusting the flowers into my hands. “Bright, cheerful, and impossible to ignore.” I laughed, inhaling the fresh, sunny scent of the blooms. “They’re gorgeous. Thank you, Ivy.”

Lillian's eyes watered as she took in sight of the renewed Ivy vines' green vibrancy cutting against the backdrop of the gray skies. "Ivy, your name will be Ivy."

Ryan glanced over, causing him to fall silent. Breathing heavily, Ivy stood before the closed elevator doors. It was all because of these high-heeled shoes that made her movement difficult. Ivy had planned to wear sneakers, but they didn't go well with the outfit she was wearing. Fearful of making a bad impression on the business partners and affecting the contract signing between the two companies, Ivy had to sacrifice her personal preferences, preparing a neat and polite appearance. As a result, she encountered trouble. … Currently, Ivy is on the 13th floor of the BL company.

Victor stared at the phone, his pulse hammering in his ears. “What’s wrong, baby?” the woman asked, leaning forward on the bed, the sheet sliding down her skin. He didn’t answer. He was already reaching for the remote, turning on the TV. The screen flickered to life, and there she was. Ivy. Her hair loose, her eyes burning with something unrecognizable. No makeup, no fancy backdrop. Just her and the camera. “My name is Ivy Lancaster,” she said, voice steady. “And everything you’ve been told about me is a lie.”

Ivy. I’d had enough. The roses. The letters. The poems stained with god knows what—Mucus’ idea of romance. Every damn morning, like clockwork, one of his cursed little pigeons or enchanted delivery wolves would show up at my door with something "heartfelt." I couldn’t even take a step outside without tripping over a bouquet or a love charm pulsing with his desperate energy. No more. That morning, I stood on the terrace, looking down at yet another basket of purple lilies

Not a request, A command but softer than I expected. I dropped down slowly, wincing. The heat from the fire soaked into my frozen bones. My body shook. Still, he didn’t ask who I was. He handed me a flask. “Drink.” I stared at it. “I’m not here to poison you,” he added. “You could’ve fooled me.” He smiled just a little. “You got a name?” “I'm Ivy.” “I know.” I froze. He leaned forward. “You don’t smell like them anymore.” “Bloodfang?”

As she finished clearing up like any mother would so she checked the doors and windows to be sure they were locked before switching off the lights and retiring to bed, a pleased smile on her lips while she did all this. At midnight, Olive began to dream again. This time she woke up in a field of white lilies wearing a white dress. She looked around and all she could see for miles where lilies all white in color. She had never felt so at peace. This peaceful feeling was however ruined by a dark fog that suddenly appeared in the distance and began to sweep over the flowers. Every flower that was touched by the fog would wither and regrow as a black dahlia. The fog kept growing closer and more

For a moment, silence followed. Then Ivy burst into laughter. The absurdity of paying a toll after eliminating every monster in the station was strangely amusing. In the distance, Darren happened to witness the entire scene. The corner of his mouth twitched. "What a bizarre sense of aesthetics," he muttered before chuckling softly. Soon afterward, Ivy climbed onto the highway overpass. The heavy chains and locks blocking access stood before her. With her enhanced strength, she smashed through them. Clang! Metal fragments scattered everywhere. Standing atop the overpass, she finally gained a complete view of the highway.

(Third Person’s POV) In a luxurious restaurant, a beautiful lady is silently sipping her tea while glancing at the scenery outside. It’s already spring and the flowers are slowly blossoming. The trees sway elegantly to the breeze of the wind, making the scenery harmonious to look at. This tranquillity was interrupted when a young handsome man took a seat in front, blocking the great view. The lady blinked her eyes twice and looked at the man sitting in front. “Oh, you’re here, President Lu.”