Harley Quinn X Poison Ivy Mga Nobela at Kwento

Max was mine. “The information I gave you was accurate. I was coming over to discuss recent developments with you. This girl is being placed on a chopping board and served to us by Noctua. If the file I have in my hands is the truth, then she might be a pawn in a plan much bigger than we thought.” I backed into my chair and stared thoughtfully into my father’s still-red eyes. “Now, my two questions for you are how are vampire hunters still roaming this earth when you promised the entire congregation that they had been dealt with after Mother’s death, and who the fuck is Edward Ravenwood?”

I also gripped her hands as firmly as I could so that she wouldn't run away. There was only one thought in my head– I must make friends. “Hello, my name is poison…I mean poison Ivy. No, I mean Ivy." I say to her while violently shaking her hands. I didn't need anyone to tell me I fucked up before I knew I fucked up. Why the hell would I call myself poison Ivy? What the hell is fucking wrong with me? And all this time, there's an uncontrollable creepy smile on my face like I'm a murderer in a horror movie with really bad acting.

She repeated what Raglan had said to her and what exactly they needed to get. The men looked at Hazel in confusion as she spoke to them about the poison they would be using. It felt weird to them that someone who had just been totally blanked as they now suddenly had the answers to everything. "Will you be able to get the ingredients or should I go get them?" Hazel asked Winston. "Luckily for us, we have both poison ivy and nightshade in stock," Winston said with Glee on his face. "The bastard will be killed by the food he bought," Winston said with an evil chuckle.

His statement was enough to vanquish the mood. "Yeah, uh… so thing is," Quinn nervously fidgeted. "Cinder worked for the council." Harley instantly scurried towards me and I stood tall. The smaller man hid behind me, small hands gripping what was left of a dirt and blood caked shirt. "She what?" I was in absolute disbelief that this had somehow slipped past Alpha Ryder. Lycans vetted their mates extensively.

Him, Liam Calloway was lying flat on his overpriced mattress, arms flung all over his face like a heartbroken teenage girl in a K-drama. “I’m not the same guy from high school,” he remembered saying. God. Even he cringed at that. But ivy didn't even hesitate, she just looked him dead in the face and shut him down like he was a measly press conference scandal. And damn it, why did she have to wear his hoodie like that? and why did she have to look good doing it? Messy bun, no makeup. Sharp tongue. It was unfair and It was unholy. And absolutely unacceptable.

With was more than the bastard deserved but she had so much of her own shit to deal with. She found allies in the most unexpected places, Rosalie Moretti, gave her an in she didn’t know she needed. Roman Moretti was looking for Nightshade yet he slept beside her every night. It was almost comical. she’d found a friend in Rosalie. They formed a deadly alliance. A world renowned Blackhat hacker and a poisons' expert friends. Who would have thought. They were a deadly combination. Rosalie has been lying dead over the last two months, she’s finally come back to play and now that she’s formed a bond with Rosalie, Charlotte planned to keep that friendship until the day she got her revenge and took

"You must be wondering why I know all of that." "I'm kind of," I answered. "Abbie and uhm... Zion dated back then. And that's why Charlotte became her friend," she told me. "You know it's awkward to tell you. I know you like Zion." "What?!" I gasped, making some of the people in the cafeteria look at me. "Don't overreact, Ivy. I know," she said. "No, Lizzy. That's ridiculous," I irritatedly said to her. "But going back, how many vampires do you know?"

Harley encouraged Ivy, her voice filled with warmth. With closed eyes and a serene smile, Ivy took a moment to gather her thoughts. Her wish carried the weight of dreams, aspirations, and the boundless love she had received. As she blew out the candles, the room erupted in applause—a collective cheer for the joyous years behind and the promising ones ahead. Later in the evening, Xaveir and Harley found a quiet moment on the porch. The gentle hum of laughter and the soft glow of fairy lights created an enchanting backdrop. Their hands found each other, fingers intertwining just as they had on that life-altering night in the hospital.

But then the healer added, “However, we found traces of a dangerous poison in her stomach. We managed to flush most of it, but it’s going to take time so we'll need to monitor her closely.” Poison. The word echoed through my skull like a gunshot, louder than anything else the healers had said. It ricocheted around in my mind, shattering any sense of control I had left. Poison. Ivy had been poisoned. One by one, the healers filed out of the room in silence, leaving me standing there like a statue. My hands were still clenched. My jaw locked. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think past the storm crashing through me. I watched them leave, and still, it didn’t feel real.

“Don’t spew nonsense, Zuriel! Ivy will never do this.” Now, her rifle was aiming at my head, whereas, hunter Harold had lady Stella’s gun in his hand. “I have seen it with my eyes, Luna. She-she…” A hard knot formed in my throat while explaining that heart-wrenching scene, Evelyn was taken aback by this revelation. “Ivy is your child?” She asked lady Stella, who buckled up to celebrate her upper hand in battle. “Yes, she is the twin sister of Bruce. She was also the one who poisoned you.”