Ivy Ball Leak Novels & Stories

“We do what you’re ready for when you’re ready for it. Not a second earlier.” “I can do another test.” Ivy says softly. I look over curiously. “You can?” “Sure can. I have a UV light. I can go across the seam of the pendant and if there’s any glue, cracks or sealant of new metal or different gold then it’ll be a different shade of violet. No tampering with the structure.” I nod. “Okay.”

"I can't hear what he is saying." "Layla, come sleep with me tonight," Ivy said. "Maybe we've misunderstood Dad." "But that baby..." "He doesn't really look that much like Dad. Why don't we go have another look now?" Ivy said. "Okay! Let's have another look." The two headed down the stairs. Meanwhile, in the master bedroom, Avery had calmed down after listening to what Elliot had had to say. "A vasectomy can fail," she said.

Levy didn’t know what to say, for two minutes she couldn’t even think it was after a very long time did she parted her lips and said, “ I am speaking the truth, the healer of the pack did an excellent job and now my injuries are already healing. Though they look bad it's only because I was poisoned by the poison of ivy and nothing else.” Only then did Derek let go of Levy as he took a few steps away from her and then said, “ Posion of ivy? They used a potent poison without your trial? Who did it?”

Boom An explosion from the sky was heard, and a container swayed. Ivy shouted into her communicator, "Adrian, I've been hit! My container is losing control, and my parachute's damaged! I'm dropping quickly!" Adrian replied, "They've started the attack. Crystal, get a fix on Ivy's location. Ivy, stay calm and check for any injuries when you land. Keep in touch." "Understood!" Whoosh!!! A strong wind blew, and Ivy's container swiftly fell onto the island.

After rummaging her head for a while and when she couldn't find a suitable lie, she gave up. " I'll lie when the time comes." Was the motivation she murmured as she packed up the first aid materials back into the box. Leilani opened the door to a room and sighed deeply when she still met Ivy's pale face with eyes shut tight. " Come back, Ivy. I don't even know what went wrong or what happened to you." Leilani murmured as she walked to the bed Ivy laid. Her blue orbs landed on the monitor and she nodded and stood up as she replaced Ivy's drip.

she greets me. “Hi.” I give her a friendly smile. “How have you been?” She gives me a look, raising her stubborn eyebrows at me. “Not to be rude, but could we skip the small talk and get straight to business?” I bite back an amused smile. “By all means.” Ivy reaches into the pocket of her robe and pulls out a glass vial. Inside of it is a light pink liquid. She offers it to me. I stare at it warily. “Is that the…?”

“We don't know, Leyla... she simply is not in the hospital,” Sarah sobbed, covering her mouth. “The east hallway cameras suffered a digital blackout right after Killian left the trauma room. Nobody saw her leave. The intravenous lines were ripped out and there was blood on the sheets.” I shook my head frantically, denying reality. “Ivy wouldn't leave alone, Sarah! That is a fucking lie!” I shouted at her. “She knows what she carries inside! She would never endanger her baby by leaving alone in that state of weakness!”

The place was quiet, felt like it was almost empty. I was focused on Landon’s lips on mine but that was only moment before the bitter taste hit me. He’d crushed the pill in his mouth and was now feeding it to me. It was so bitter that I would immediately threw it out if I could move. Then Ivy checked my eyes and my pulse next. “Is she going to be fine?” Leo asked worriedly. “She’s good. She didn’t inhale much of the gas.”

Before I can answer, the elevator to the penthouse pings open behind us. Kevin rushes out, drenched, panting, tie crooked, phone in hand. “Sir—Hailey—don’t get mad but—there’s been another leak.” Hailey gasps. “What?” Kevin swallows hard. “It’s… bigger this time.” Ethan’s voice is pure ice. “How big.” Kevin lifts the phone, screen glowing blue with horror. “Someone leaked a video,” he says. “From inside the company.” Hailey’s face pales.

Tomas muttered gleefully from the kitchen island, snacking on his third cookie. “That’s the limited edition tantrum bag,” I replied dryly. “Shame it didn’t come with a limited edition conscience.” Then came Ivy. Screenshots from her “private” finsta leaked—begging a man named Uncle Vince to cover her lip filler appointment because, in her words, “I can’t look poor at brunch again, I’ll literally die.” She attached her bank details, selfies with duck lips mid-procedure, and—my personal favorite—an audio recording where she told a friend, “I don’t even like him, I just pretend to be dumb and giggle. He gives better tips that way.”