Blooming Ivy Lane Novels & Stories

he said, “this lock still works. If it doesn’t, my number works. I don’t do walk-ins. I do you.” Ivy paused with the garment bag she no longer needed — the dress was on her body. “I’ll text if I leave before midnight.” “Text if you don’t. I want to know which version of late you chose.” She went down the stairs on legs that remembered the table. The street was Saturday-bright. A cab. A gallery dinner with people who said gorgeous the way the intern had, knowing nothing about four-thirty-one. The slit behaved. The silk ate the light the way she’d designed rooms to. Ivy smiled and drank water and felt him every time she sat down.

She walked along the silent corridor of the mansion, passing through the magnificent living room where she had often been verbally abused, then exited through the side door without looking back even once. The large gate of the Carter mansion opened automatically as she approached. Outside, the city's evening wind greeted her pale face with a cold gust. Ivy took a deep breath, feeling the freedom that had long been missing from her life. She stepped out of the property's grounds, leaving all the false grandeur behind her, ready to face the remainder of her life alone out there—carrying a great secret that would one day shake the very foundations of the Carter family into pieces.

She believes she is ready to get married and committed to him. Patrick finally stood at an incomplete building which made Ivy smile and slowly turned to a frown. "Are you sure Blake is here" she looked confused. "Don't start judging a book by its cover miss. Blake is waiting to come in" Patrick smiled at her and Ivy slowly came down. They began going up and Patrick slowly let out a smirk when they got to the rooftop. Ivy's worried face changed back to a smile when she got to the rooftop. It was decorated romantically, with lots of flowers and colored books and she could already see Blake backing her.

Villains whose crimes include such brutality as betraying or plotting against the Lycan Royal Family. Ivy has no place among them. But when I push open the doors to enter the third level of the dungeon and the sugar-sweet scent of lily flowers hits me, I know I’m on the right floor. “She’s here,” I tell Sylvia quietly. We rush through the dungeon. I follow the scent of lily flowers as I go, heart racing. That’s Ivy’s scent–the scent I can always recognize thanks to our mate bond. When the flowers suddenly lead me to her cell, though, I can hardly believe what I’m seeing.

Her head felt like mud. Suddenly, a thought came to her. It was a gas leak! She quickly wet a towel and used it to cover her mouth and nose before plucking the strength to head downstairs. When she reached the living room, she found Freya who had fainted on the couch. She felt like she was going to pass out again and no longer had the strength to keep her balance. Her legs folded underneath her and she collapsed. She tried to reach for the phone to call the emergency hotline, but her eyelids were getting heavier by the second.

Vernon had returned, looking exhausted. He was even holding a bouquet of fresh flowers. He walked toward me with no trace of guilt or remorse. "Avril, I brought you your favorite roses." Red roses represented sincere and passionate love. Right now, those flowers looked like a joke in Vernon's hands. I accepted the roses. Thinking that I was no longer angry, Vernon began to explain. "It's Peggy Cahill. She's been diagnosed with bone cancer. All she wants is to marry me.

I just know that if he didn't want us, he would have immediately rejected us as his mate. Wait. Does this imply I can also reject him? She hums, and I feel her break off the mental connection in my head. I rolled my eyes. Yes, whatever. Crawl back to your hiding place in my mind. "Amelia!" A female voice yelled from behind me, and I turned to see Ivy approaching me. She wore a white off-the-shoulder shirt, fitting navy blue trousers that hugged her curvy side well, and white shoes. Her straight blonde hair was put up into a high ponytail, and it bounced off her shoulders as she went, her fair complexion shining in the sunlight. She was quite gorgeous.

He could already hear her pleas for mercy, her excuses, her lies. As Ivy pulled into her driveway, the setting sun cast a golden glow over her modest home. She cut the engine and stepped out of the car, her arms full of grocery bags. Her mind was preoccupied with mundane thoughts—what to cook for dinner, the phone call she needed to make to Lionel—when a strange feeling pricked at the edges of her awareness. Something was off.

Lilith suddenly grabbed Ivy's hand, excited. Ivy's gaze followed the TV screen forward and happened to catch a glimpse of a white Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly passing in front of the media's cameras. In the sunlight, the car gleamed brightly. Ivy couldn't help but stare at the mysterious man's silhouette inside the car, but in the next moment, her body suddenly froze. She didn't know why, but that silhouette gave her a strange sense of familiarity. ***

Ivy drove straight to Gavriel's house, then she packed her car beside her brother's car in front of the mansion. Everything was bright as a result of the street lights. From her car, she saw a young lady who looked so angry walk out of the house and stop as she looked at Ivy's car for a moment, then sighed as she continued walking down to the gate. Ivy thought as much because she knew her brother's capabilities... he loved flirting with women and brought them to his home to finish up the work.