Novel & Cerita Blooming Ivy Lane

Luckily for me though, Sienna wasn't around when I got in, and after taking a shower, I spent about an hour and some studying and doing assignments before going to sleep and dreaming of beautiful green grass and a barefooted mother and son running in it hand in hand in the morning sun. The first face I saw when I got into class, Virginia. Today, she wasn't in her usual neutral or earth coloured clothes but something else. Something that, on her, seemed a little to bright, even though it wasn't all that bright. It just seemed off. I had no problem with people trying new things, especially not after what Alex told me the previous night, but her bright purple sequined dress just seemed...the on

With her fists clenched in frustration, Ivy stormed down the hallway, determined to confront Damian for his dismissal. Her steps were fueled by a mixture of anger and hurt, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her. But as Ivy approached Damian, her eyes widened in surprise and her anger dissipated momentarily. He stood beside a nurse, emerging from a room with a wheelchair-bound Rose. Ivy's heart sank at the sight of Rose's weakened state, evident even through her attempts to hide her tear-streaked face behind a scarf.

Maybe no one will place my face against the footage that ran on a loop across every skating forum for weeks after Nationals. Branford College sits behind Phelps Gate, a stone archway that looks like it belongs in front of a castle rather than a freshman dormitory. The courtyard beyond stretches wide between buildings that rise four stories on every side, windows glowing gold in the fading afternoon light. Ivy covers nearly every surface, thick and old, the kind that has been climbing so long it has become part of the structure itself. I am halfway across the cobblestones when it happens. My right toe catches on a stone that juts slightly higher than its neighbors. The kind of imperfection th

It was a single line of stark white text on a pitch – black background. LIQUIDATION INCOMPLETE. PHASE FOUR INITIATED. Attached to the text was a low – resolution, grainy photograph. I watched the blood drain from Lolita’s beautiful face. The photo was taken from far away. It looked right through the wet windows of the Dorchester gala from last night. It was a picture of us standing on the terrace. I was holding her, entirely captivated, completely unaware we were being hunted. And in the bottom corner of the image, digitally stamped in blood – red ink, were GPS coordinates pointing directly to this building. To Sovereign Bloom Capital.

"I know you're angry. You can yell at me, hit me, whatever. Look, I've pushed all the work at the company aside. I moved in right across from you so I can look after you. "Oldtown is damp, and your leg... Wait, no, forget it. Shouldn't have mentioned that. Anyway, you don't have a healthy stomach, so you have to eat breakfast. "Come back with me, Ivy. What do you even have here? Let's go home. I'll do whatever you want. I'll send Florence far away, so you never have to see her again." Ivy stopped and turned at the words "come back". Acold smile appeared on her face.

Her body was tense, indecisive, worried. But they said nothing. And Ivy… Ivy didn’t look back. Her steps dragged. Her eyes were empty. Her body swayed with silent pain. She disappeared beyond the gate, swallowed by the flashing red and blue lights. And the Cole mansion door shut behind them as if nothing had happened at all. ____

I walked into the elevator, the door chiming close with a swoosh. I watched the door slide close, Ivy standing firmly beside me. I waited a long chilling minute before the elevator door opened again but this time, I was in my floor. I gestured sharply at her to follow me, my head tilting forward as I strode out of the elevator. The familiar smell of the roses lined against the walls in vases fanned the air, it's whiff flaring my nostrils. Ivy, like the child she was, walked slowly, her curious eyes assessing the background like the pauper’s daughter she actually was.

Ivy Smith's parents gambled away everything they owned, leaving her drowning in debt and constantly on the run from hazardous debt collectors, despite her longing for an opulent life. When she unintentionally hops into a stranger's fancy car while fleeing a gang of criminals, her life takes an unexpected turn. However, the affluent family mistakes her for someone else. Diana Reynolds. The daughter of one of the city's wealthiest families. Two years ago, a woman was said to have passed away. Ivy accepts their absurd suggestion to pose as Diana and rejoin the Reynolds family as their long-lost daughter because she is desperate to get away from her terrible life. It ought to be easy. A

I stared at the ceiling, "I can talk to him for hours about literally nothing and not get bored. His laugh that he doesn't show a lot, it's deep and beautiful and his eyes light up when he's genuinely laughing. He calls me Bloom like it's my real name and it makes me feel special to him because he's the only one who can call me that otherwise it won't feel right. Every time he stands so close to me and I just feel like I'm going to melt. He cares about me so much, he'll hardly let me drive alone and will give me a ride even if I have my car. He always makes sure I get home safe. When he gets bored while I'm trying to tutor him and starts throwing random things like erasers or pillows or chip

He is looking at her when he says it, not at the Mall. She looks back at the Mall and says nothing and lets it sit exactly where it lands. On a Thursday evening Lily takes her for drinks in Adams Morgan (a diverse, eclectic neighborhood in northwest Washington D.C., known for its international restaurants, music venues, and mix of cultures — the name comes from two elementary schools, John Quincy Adams and Thomas P. Morgan, that were among the first to integrate in D.C.), just the two of them, which Valentina suspects was Lily's idea and not Ethan's suggestion.