Ivy Ball Leak Novels & Stories

“I have no reason to want you dead. Or myself.” He finally turned. His gray eyes were dark in the dim light. They traveled over her. They rested on the bandage on her arm. His jaw tightened. “Then explain your distraction. You were pale. You were shaking before a single crystal fell.” Ivy’s heart beat a hard rhythm against her ribs. She looked down at her hands. She could not tell him about Calla. She could not explain that the loud laugh had sent her mind to a hospital room. To the sound of monitors and her daughter’s soft breathing. That was her secret to keep. Her burden to carry.

To her astonishment, Ivy felt the strange itch attacking her body again, and she could not help giggling. "Darryl, I don't want to go on with that bet anymore. Stop it! Stop!" Ivy had yet to figure out what was going on, but she knew that the strange feelings on her body must be related to Darryl. At the same time, Ivy felt like letting go of the crystal ball in her hands, but it seemed to have taken root in her hands, and she could not throw it away.

"Hey, Leonardo, I think you might need to see this," Ivy announced with a sense of urgency as she crossed the room to where Leonardo was seated in his home office in Clasold City. Lifting his gaze to match hers, his curiosity piqued and he questioned. "Why? What is it about?" Ivy halted at his desk, handing him the phone as she added. "It's about Hayley. She’s going viral on the Internet, and there are some disturbing rumors going around..."

"We’ll be out in five minutes." But Ivy didn’t move. She was breathing fast, too fast. Her hand pressed to her chest as her eyes darted to the walls, the ceiling, the too-tight space around them. "Ivy?" She didn’t answer as she kept on hyperventilating. "Ivy! are you okay?!" "I can’t...." She gripped the railing behind her her face deathly pale. "I hate elevators. I hate being trapped. I can’t.." Liam froze.

Closing his eyes, he waited for the headache to clear up. Seconds went by, but it just grew worse, even making his teeth clatter. Vladimir realised he had underrated just how bad the shot was, and now his pride was biting him in the ass– in all parts of his body, actually. Forcing his eyes open, he decided he'd do something about it, before it was too late. He almost jumped out of his skin when he saw Ivy running out of his bathroom, jumping through the pile of rubbish she created on the floor, whilst holding a pale and what was once his white singlet in her hand.

“She made me go around and find a straw with the right bend for her juice cup. Said the normal ones made her lips look flat on camera. Like, is that even a thing?” Olivia covered her face, groaning. “That’s insane.” I shoved another fistful of popcorn into my mouth, not even offering them the bowl. “Insane is an understatement.” Ivy crossed her legs, her expression turning sly. “You said she’s allergic to berries, right?” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah… why?” Her grin spread slowly. “Why don’t you put something in her juice? Maybe… I don’t know… toss a few blueberries into her precious green juice and watch her make a scene.”

"Vivienne. Spare me the performances. Don't think sending gifts through Ivy means I'll forgive what you did. Seeing you stoop to this just makes me sick." He turned back to Ivy without another word. The bonfire burned higher as the night wore on. Then, without warning, Ivy let out a sharp, agonized cry. "What's wrong?" Kael went pale and caught her against him. Ivy raised one trembling finger toward me. "It was... it was Vivienne. She gave me a drink earlier... it had ice-bee venom in it. Vivienne, I understand you're jealous because Kael loves me, but why would you do this to my face—"

Ivy was busily picking up small shards of the broken vase, and seeing him struggling to stand up, she quickly helped him to prevent him from slipping and falling. Ryan quietly observed. Ivy's actions were quick and meticulous, as she swiftly handled the mess caused by his carelessness. This was a stark contrast to her clumsy and awkward demeanor at work. It was a silly comparison; Ivy had experienced many jobs, both mentally and physically demanding, so her life skills were naturally top-notch. Earlier, Ryan had gone to use the bathroom, and when he turned to wash his hands, the faucet malfunctioned, spraying water everywhere, soaking him. While trying to stop the water, he accidentally knoc

My blood surged, their alliance clear, and I glanced at Ivy, her face hardening. “They’re coming for us,” she said, her voice sharp, clutching the USB. “We need to leak this to the press.” Her brilliance hit me, and I pulled her close, my lips crashing into hers, hungry and proud. “You’re a genius,” I said, my voice rough, my hand on her cheek. “Let’s do it.” Her eyes blazed, and she nodded, her strength igniting me.