Blooming Ivy Lane Novels & Stories

THIRD POV The night is beautiful and a little bit windy. People are move to and fro, the different forms of lights are igniting the entire city. Ivy got off a black car, parked by the road. She is on a black hoodie, black face cap, dark shades, blue jeans and black sneakers. The car drove off, leaving her standing by the road with her two hands in her pocket. She looked ahead and across the road. Her eyes rested on a huge hospital building, with the name, MADONNA PEACE TEACHING HOSPITAL written at the top of the building.

Her Auntie Monique told her that if she have a soft heart, someone might abuse her kindness that even made her burst to laugh. She's wrong. No one would dare to do that to her. She is Ivy, and she won't let others to ruined and bully her. Ivy stand up from her chair and walk gracefully at the door. As she opened it, the scent of him runs through her nostrils that made Ivy to smile automatically. "Hi honey, flowers for you," a young handsome man said. Ivy accepted his bouquet flowers and smelled it. A fresh flower rose scent that made her calm smoothly. Rose is her favorite flower because it stand for love, and power.

She opened her mouth and closed it. I turned around and walked inside without another word and I watched her go and felt nothing in particular about it. I went to the car and lifted Ivy out myself. She was completely out, face slack, hair falling across her cheek, and she weighed almost nothing in my arms and I stood there in the driveway of Iron Veil mansion holding her and thought about Blue Elite burning and Liam dying in that bed and what it was going to feel like when all of it was done.

Ivy continued, her voice almost purring now, “it compliments the light. It’s cozy. Inviting. It’s the perfect weather for couples, don’t you think? You’re missing out, Bentley. You should be home… with Nova.” Bentley finally looked up, his gaze cool as it settled on her. Ivy bit her lower lip, her smile widening as she played with the tip of her hair, the motion drawing his attention in spite of himself. Her presence was intrusive, lingering, seductive. And whatever game she was playing—whatever slow, calculated attempt she was making to draw him back in—it was starting to work.

She looked at Dante, her eyes pleading, searching for the man who had claimed her with such savage, selfish love. "Dante... please," she managed, a single tear tracking through the silver dust on her cheek. "I’m... I'm here. It's me. It's Ivy." Dante’s thumb traced her lower lip, his touch possessive but devoid of the jagged heat she had come to crave. "Ivy was the blueprint," he murmured, his gaze distant, as if he were reading data scrolling across the air. "She was the garden where we planted the seed. But the flower... the flower belongs to the Architect."

Ivy waved her hands with a smile to accompany Ed Shane. When she felt she was far enough away, Ivy then looked for public transportation that she could use to go to see Lilyana. "Still a quarter of an hour away, I don't think I'll be late." Ivy whispered as she walked towards a taxi. "Go to the city park, Sir, please be a little faster." Ivy continued shortly after she got into a taxi parked on the side of the road. Her eyes looked towards the street outside, maybe she would see the woman who was going to the same place.

**Chapter 34**The Stalker Ivy Ivy didn’t even bother knocking this time; she just barged right into Liam’s office. However, she paused when she saw that he was on a call, his back turned to her. She quietly shut the door behind her and slowly walked toward his desk, having not attracted his attention yet. She couldn’t tell who he was speaking to, but his posture was rigid.

She walked past Damon’s car, just inches from his window. He didn’t look at her, and she didn’t look at him. Two strangers. One fleeting moment. Neither knew their worlds were about to collide. --- LITTLE BLOOM BAKERY The brass bell chimed as Ivy stepped inside. The scent of cinnamon and chocolate wrapped around her like a hug. “Finally!” Jayla called from behind the counter. “What happened? You look like you crossed a battlefield.” “I did,” Ivy laughed breathlessly, dropping the paper bag. “Traffic was a nightmare. Trucks broke down, and people lost their minds.”

Author's pov Ivy was curled up on the living room couch, laptop balanced on her knees and sipping lemon-infused water while editing some designs. Looking calm, collected and in her element when the doorbell rang. She looked up and decided to ignore it since it was obvious it wasn't Liam as he had the keys and their parents also had unobstructed access to the house, also mason didn't say anything about coming today. So it was definitely no one important. A second ring came again. Longer this time.

Her face was now the color of a ripe tomato. "Are you unwell, Lady Ivy?" Alessio asked, concerned. "You look flushed." "I'm fine!" Ivy squeaked. "Totally fine! Never better! Just—cold! The cold does that! Makes you flushed! Everyone knows that!" Alessio blinked. Nathan pinched the bridge of his nose. "Ivy," he muttered, "the carriage." "Right! Carriage! Going now!" Ivy grabbed the door handle with more force than necessary. But as she turned, the movement shifted the cloak—just slightly, just enough.