Ivy Ball Leak Novels & Stories

"Don't worry, Ivy. They'll calm down after a couple of days when you're not here." "Sorry, Senior. It won't happen after tomorrow." Feeling guilty, Ivy had to reveal her plan. After listening, Roland's tired face suddenly lit up. "Alright, alright, Ivy. Tomorrow night, I'll definitely watch the live stream!" After hanging up the phone, the lawyer sent a message indicating that everything was ready. Ivy and Lilith announced their decision. Soon, Lilith's studio released news, stating that they would broadcast an interview with Ivy tomorrow night at 8:00. They also mentioned that Ivy would explain the truth in the live stream, and specific details about the streaming platform would be announce

Through their connection, he quickly inquires, "Vee, are you okay?" Ivy responded by shutting him out in the same way he had shut her out. Her palms became clammy as she quickly dug her nails into her skin and held her head high. She won't cower in fear if that's what these people want to see. So what if she used her ability? She was playing by the rules! She felt something dribbling down between her legs just as another agonising ache struck her. She looked down and saw it was—blood! She suddenly froze at the sight. What in the world?

“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..."

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 stood on the terrace and watched them scatter into the vines. She waited exactly seven minutes. Then she went upstairs. The burner phone was hidden where Julian would never think to look—taped inside the false bottom of her lingerie drawer, beneath silk and lace he’d bought to admire but never learned to remove gently. She checked the screen once before typing. North vineyard. Hood of the Aston. Now. No punctuation. No emotion. She didn’t need either. Ivy slipped out through the side entrance, heels abandoned halfway down the drive. The gravel was cold beneath her bare feet, sharp enough to keep her present as she crossed into the dark.

Ivy bit her lip as she nervously replied, “Today is the game day. The last time I couldn’t play in most of the games because it was designed for both parents and even during the race, you suffered severe belly pain and fainted. I lost without fighting and I was called a loser for the rest of the term.” Hazel and Cade’s face quickly knitted with worry upon hearing her statement, “A loser? Who dared to call you that?” Cade asked angrily. “Ivy, but you never mentioned it before now. Why?” She asked. Ivy’s inner eyebrows slanted, her eyelids drooping as she replied with lower lip corners, “You were so sick but even when you fainted, you didn’t even go to the hospital. I was worried your sickness