Blooming Ivy Lane Novels & Stories

They were now outside, trying to lock up the cafe for the day, when Ivy began to cough terribly. Adrian glanced at her and realized she was shivering from the cold, barely protected by the thin dress she wore. “Where do you live?” He asked. “Luton Street.” Ivy replied, fumbling her bag for a scarf. “I’ll drop you off, it will take longer by bus and you might catch a cold before you get home.” Adrian offered. Ivy’s heart brightened up with excitement as his words filled the air, dancing into her ears like music. “Are you sure?” She asked,

Ivy was lying on her bed when the door opened,the maid had come to take her plate. "Please help me roll these curtains up"she said to the maid who went to do as she had told her. She got from the bed immediately and held a vase.she walked towards the maid who jolted when she turned around and saw Ivy behind her. "Thank you"Ivy said with a mischievous smile on her face. The maid didn't say anything to her,she made to leave but Ivy broke the vase on her head and she collapsed.

"Give it back. Give it back. I'll do anything. I'll tell you everything. Just give it back." No one is watching him. The last two standing have already turned to flee. They manage only three steps. Ivy glides forward, moving between them and the treeline with a calm that's somehow more chilling than anything else she's done. She halts in front of them and smiles, a genuine smile that is bright and even warm. She kisses the first man on the mouth before he can react. Life swiftly and completely drains out of him, leaving behind only a fragile husk of bone wrapped in loose clothing that collapses inward on itself.

“Oh, honey, don't let Lane's sweet face fool you. He's got secrets, and I'm not just talking about his questionable taste in music.” Not gonna lie, Ivy's got a radar for all things kinky, probably because she's a little naughty herself. Let's just say she's the spicy pepperoni to my plain Jane vanilla… She’s got a sixth sense when it comes to picking up on even the faintest whiff of naughty shenanigans, while I’m over here wondering how she does it. “Okay. Fine. Let’s assume, for the sake of argument, that you’re right. That my therapist's got some kind of dark, twisted alter ego. What are you suggesting I do?”

Ivy stood on the terrace and watched them scatter into the vines. She waited exactly seven minutes. Then she went upstairs. The burner phone was hidden where Julian would never think to look—taped inside the false bottom of her lingerie drawer, beneath silk and lace he’d bought to admire but never learned to remove gently. She checked the screen once before typing. North vineyard. Hood of the Aston. Now. No punctuation. No emotion. She didn’t need either. Ivy slipped out through the side entrance, heels abandoned halfway down the drive. The gravel was cold beneath her bare feet, sharp enough to keep her present as she crossed into the dark.

I informed, "Bye, Zeus, it was nice meeting you." I was sure to give one final seductive smile before exiting the house. The clack of my heels hit the pavement as Dominique opened the back of the GMC for me. "Where to, Ivy?" he asked. "Please take me to my loft." I smiled, "I could use some rest." "Right away," he gave a confirming nod while assisting me into the car.

My eyes started to close, my fingers tightening against my own arms as the burning tension filled every corner of the room. Tap, tap, tap The sound of fast, heavy footsteps echoed loudly on the polished marble floor of the hallway right outside the door, followed immediately by the bright jingle of car keys. "Ivy?" Liya’s voice called out from the hall, loud and clear. "Are you in the laundry room? I got my bags! We're ready to leave!”

" Oh.......I can't wait to meet her then. We should definitely pay her a visit , so she can meet me formally " " That shouldn't be a problem, I'll arrange that." And with that she turned back to finish her night routine as she prepared for bed. As Ivy slid into the bed, her hair cascaded across the pillow like a dark waterfall, each strand catching the soft light and creating a halo effect around her. The faint scent of lavender clung to her, a soothing aroma that contrasted sharply with the tension in the air.

My name is Ivy, nice to meet you", she said, hanging her hand out to me. I shook it. " Nice to meet you, Ivy", I told her, smiling. " Good luck today Ember", Jax called to me before his eyes set on Ivy, who just looked at him and blushed. He winked at her and went along his way. Ivy is a real beauty. She was black, with pretty brown locks with purple tips on the ends. It was braided in a crown pinned around her head. Her eyes were a beautiful honey color. She looked really young. I was wondering what the age limit was here.

Ivy had never been inside a building so glassy and cold. It rose like a blade into the sky, its steel and shine intimidating in the midmorning sun. The lobby smelled like money and new leather, with walls so white they looked untouched by human hands. She clutched her thrifted handbag tighter, the scuff on her flats suddenly screaming at her as she stepped onto the marble floor. Her reflection on the walls reminded her she was out of place, but she had come too far to back down now.