Ivy Novels & Stories

Once their cars drove in through the huge black gate, Violet glanced through the tinted glass window of her rear seat and her jaws dropped in amazement, shock, surprise, what was it that she could give as a name to her present state? Her jaw and mouth were dropped in awe. ‘Is this a house?’ Her subconscious mind asked.

Ranvijay was shocked to see that part of Myra. She is usually a calm person. Apart from her prompt answers she never behaved like a dangerous one. But today he saw something different in her. She was fuming and her facial expression was screaming dominance. No matter how hard she tried to suppress her fuming rage, it was still coming out like a hot lava from a volcano. But one thing for sure, her eyes were screaming the truth. He was still struggling to believe what Myra had just said.

At the sight of the vehicle, I was blinded by the sea of lights- turning my head to the side trying to gain my sights back. "Iris- what the hell-" I didn't even wait for Triston to finish speaking, opening the car door. "Wait-" I stepped out, keeping my clutch over my face. I knew how to handle the media- I knew that all they wanted was a good shot of my face. I wouldn't be giving them that, I heard my name being shouted all around me, "Iris! LOOK HERE!" "IRIS!" "IRIS! PLEASE LOOK HERE!"

"once you pour even a little vervain on her she'll react. She'll wince and her blood will start to boil then her eyes will turn either pure black or blood red." "So you don't even know what color a vampire's eyes are?" "No, we know. When a vampire's eyes are pitch black it means they don't feed off of humans, they feed off of animals and they're not that strong. When a vampire's eyes are red that means they're a big threat."

giggled the woman "Never mind Mita, do your job well!" "As you wish ma'am!" Mita, a neurologist who Cally trusts, has made modifications to humans several times. Making them robots for Cally that he guessed, the ones that were modified were the ones who must have harassed Cally's head. Strange indeed, Mita admits that her friend's madness since college, in the medical world, genius madly has only a few differences. Mita looked at the young man in front of her with pity, she was wrong to have woken a sleeping tiger from its cage. Mita starts injecting some fluid into her body. then began to mutate the man's mind from the screen of his laptop monitor

That's if I don't look like a monkey right now, lol. "Sure, let's go" he hesitated at first which I chose to shrug off. ...End of flashback... A/N so sorry for the more than one povs. I am in the mood for point of views today, sorry. Unknown's POV I felt it! The feeling that someone needs me out there. The pain in my back and the voice of a girl screeching like a car in my head. The screech makes her voice impossible to detect but one thing I know is that I have to somehow get out of this lab.

Dominic joined Collin and looked on with interest almost as if he was partially in charge. “Since hair color is an option on Vera, do you think she would look better as a brunette?” “No,” Collin said quickly. “The thing that’s special about Vera is that we can match her hair to whatever shade we want, as long as it complements Alexander’s. Also, her eyes—a blue-eyed girl wouldn’t have filled the bill. I still haven’t discarded the idea of having everything in the photos black and white except for their eyes.”

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Her arms have several kinds of IVs coming out of them and the free spaces are littered in bruises. Then I see the worst part. Her eyes are open. She is awake. Whatever horrible things they are doing to her right now she is awake for it. I want to scream with horror at what I am seeing. My Nova, in pain, my beautiful Nova marked and scarred, my mate looking like has no idea if she is even alive anymore.

Wives are to be claimed, whores are for fucking. But me? I’m to be PLEASURED. ~~~ Chelsea Stone signed the contract expecting a cold and dead marriage. Instead she found herself collared by Dominic Hartwell – a man whose rules were written in silk restraints, leather belts, and the low growl of full command. He bound her wrists above her head and taught her that silence was no longer armor; it was foreplay. He spread her wide open on silk sheets and edged her for hours with fingers, tongue, and the thick head of his veiny cock until she was dripping, shaking, and sobbing “Please, big daddy… I’ll be good.” Only then did he drive into her deep and relentless, one hand tight around her t