Ivy Wren Hot Novels & Stories

she said, her voice quieter now, “I’m totally turning our future kids into ninja assassin snack bandits. These three have nothing on what I’m gunna train.” He groaned. “Why are you like this?” “Because peace is boring,” she whispered, a soft grin curling her lips. “And I am W.I.L.D., baby.” Later That Night The moon hung low in a sky stained copper, casting a dusky hue over a cracked, hollow valley. Smoke coiled like serpents through the air, and ash fluttered down like broken feathers. Serenya stood barefoot in the center of it all, the ground beneath her still warm, still bleeding from something ancient and unspoken.

“Ah, let her in.” Wren stepped inside, her presence bringing a breath of fresh energy into the house. She was a delicate-looking girl, with soft chestnut-brown hair that framed her heart-shaped face. Her large, doe-like eyes held a certain innocence, but beneath their gentle glow lay a sharp awareness. She had always been the quieter one between her and Ophelia, but those who mistook her silence for weakness were sorely mistaken. “Good morning, Mrs. Harvey,” Wren greeted politely with a sweet smile.

“Come on, Torch. Your mouth will always put you in trouble…” Her words trail off as she drags him away, and everyone goes back to what they were doing. A slow clap sounds from the stairs and I’m not surprised to find Wren there. She’s changed out of her clothes into tiny denim shorts, a crop top and knee-length boots. Torch is right, Wren is a fucking stunner. Her hips have filled out, milky thighs on display. Her long hair—a mixture of blonde and brown—is up in a high bun, her pretty face on display.

His fingers gripped the counter's edge until they went white. He left the shop and went door to door through the market town. The tavern, the general store, the blacksmith, the leather stall. No one knew where Ivy had gone. Most of them didn't even know she had a mate. Near dawn, a she-wolf emerged from a small inn at the edge of town. Short hair, a bag of herbal supplies slung over one shoulder. Wren. Ivy's friend. They'd run into each other at the market from time to time — comparing formulas, trading research.

“See what I am talking about, Izzy? Everyone is mean to me for no reason.” “Oh, we have our reasons,” Wren told him. “Now, let’s get on with this. I want to be out of here soon so you can get some sleep before you go back to work tonight.” -

But then her fingers lingered, tracing the curve of Mira’s spine. Wren moved in front of Mira, her soapy hands gliding over Mira’s small, perky breasts. She worked the soap into Mira’s skin, her thumbs circling each nipple, making them pebble and stiffen under the cool, slick pressure. “You’re so fucking lean,” Wren murmured, her eyes on Mira’s chest. “But these are perfect. So responsive.”

She’s got the ice in a bag and putting it on my face as I feel like passing out. “Grey? You still with me brother?” Wes looks in the mirror. “Yes…just…drive.” I pant. “He’s OK, Wes. Don’t worry.” Wren says. “I can’t help it. It’s a twin thing.” He smirks. “Hey…bros…forever…” I force a smile. He looks in the mirror. “Bros forever.” Wren dumps the water out the window and adds more ice. She puts it on my head. “I know…I’m…a dick…but….thanks…” I look up at her.

But his age says he's actually way older, just having a baby look. “Nahh, uhm,” she chuckled, stealing a glance at me. “I mean, yes I can remember a little. There was a time I had my eyes devoid of light and vision, so this could be him.” “Could?” I pushed in again. “It is him,” Wren lay her shoulder on my head, I felt a tear drop on my skin. I'd opened the inner white collar, showing my naked and hairy chest. She was crying. “Hey shush, it's alright. I got you okay?” I said, holding her face between my palms to stare at her.

Then she laughs, a wild, manic sound that almost send a chill down my spine. "And so what if I lied?" she snaps, her voice rising. "You're a monster, Luca. A horrible one. And I'm not giving you up so you can run off with that girl!" "Where is Vivienne?" my father demands. "I asked her to leave," Wren says smoothly. My blood runs cold. "So she wouldn't be bothering us," she adds, smirking. My stepmother sniffs. "I saw her earlier. She said she got an email about an audition at some music academy in France. That she'd be back for the reception."

So be it. Wren got home bone-tired, but she was quite happy that at least one thing went well today. As she walked into the living room, she did a wobbly little twirl, humming under her breath. “All I do is win win win no matter what. Got money on my mind…” she sang to nobody and then took out her phone, scrolling through her movie streaming app as she headed to her room, for her favourite ASMR video. It was a one she had fallen in love with for the past few days because it was comforting and calming to her brain which would have done so much work during the day.