Pamela Poison Ivy Novels & Stories

***** Nadia's POV I was with Scarlet in her room, we were busy catching up on lost times and I could feel myself happy and forgetting all of my troubles. Somehow scarlet has a way of making one forget about their sorrows. So how have things been here since I left?” “Nothing much, just the normal routine happenings, although Ivory has been asking a lot of questions about you,” she said “Who is Ivory?” I questioned ransacking my brain for anyone bearing that name. “The chef, remember her, you have seen her before” “Yeah, I remember” my uncle spy, I can't believe she has not been caught. How she has been able to keep a low profile in enemy territory is worth awarding.

She was his publicist in a way, but that only brushed the surface of what she did for him. There were some people who you could tell their personality based off their face. Pamela Parker was one of those people. The constant sneer her delicate lips were twisted into only gave a glimpse of her vindictive nature and magical ability. “Don’t touch her in any way and don’t let her near any food or drinks. She’s venomous and poisonous.” My warning reached the others just as a carefully buried memory resurfaced.

I tipped my head back, looking up, "Never had a supervillain before...but I'm developing a taste for them." She was grinding to get my tongue as deep as possible, and I savored the taste. Breathing in the feminine arousal, as my tongue worked back and forth through the steamy warmth, I was definitely intoxicated with the musk. It had to be rich in pheromones, unmistakably, one of Poison Ivy's superpowers.

She could lead, she had no problems with that, but would he let her lead when the time was right? Pamela held her shoulders back, standing behind the blackberry bush. She giggled, thinking this looked like a scene from one of those stories about Adam and Eve. Her white and purple hair hung low, almost to her waist, barely covering her breasts. What would this Krawl character do now? Seeing his mate standing out in the open and no longer running? Hopefully, he wouldn't think she had given up, and became weak prey because this chase was far from over.

I wasn't really ready for all this drama and I held her arms and shook her aggressively. "Ivory is Harriet!" I said dropping the bombshell. "Huh?" She asked with a confused expression. "Ivory is the same person as Harriet, they aren't lookalike but the same person." I said with a firm tone. "No, that's not true!" Pamela said, shaking her head, trying to convince herself that I was lying or perhaps joking. "It is, I hired a private investigator to look into the case." I said, explaining desperately. "But how is she still alive, didn't you say you saw her jumping into the river?" Pamela asked me with a questioning look and I shot her a glare.

She was dressed in the Moonstone High cheer uniform, navy blue and silver, as pristine as always. Everything about her screamed perfect, expensive, and powerful. She was everything I wasn't, everything I could never be. "Well?" Eleora pressed, leaning closer. Her perfume wafted up my nostrils, something floral, mixed with the chocolate scent, and it made me sick. "Cat got your tongue, mutt?" Tears filled my eyes. Don't cry. Don't give her the satisfaction. "I...I..." My voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper. I steeled myself and tried again, tilting my chin up even as the chocolate dripped from my jaw. "What did I ever do to you, Eleora?"

She wrapped her tiny arms into his brother's torso. Pamela was 8 years old immortal, the 6th daughter of the Berhalksawn family, and the only daughter of Persophone in the family. Today she was wearing a cute pink dress and pink sakura headband, and her cloak don't suit her well. "It's so early Mela," I told her and removed her grip. "But it's already Spring!!! Can't you see it?" She excitedly led me to the balcony of his room that he hadn't opened since yesterday. She opened the curtain, and the wind blew pink sakura inside his room.

Raglan asked after a while. "No!" Hazel answered excitedly as she realized her problem had been solved. "But what type of poison could be airborne?" Hazel asked hurriedly before Raglan decided that he had had enough of looking into her face that day. "A blend of a bowl of one-third of nightshade leaf and two-thirds of poison ivy leaves would render anybody who sniffs it useless," Raglan said. "Thank you so mu–" Hazel was saying when the darkness that had ruled her eyelids suddenly appeared along with the worm-like swirls that danced about in her eyes before they had turned into Raglan.

"Don't touch it" My hand falls at my sides, a little stunned at the brunt of his tone against me. "It's poisoned" "Poisoned?!" "Yes" He finally explains as he stands a above me and I hop backwards at once. Grayson moves to sniff it before regarding the small instrument keenly. "It's laced with poision ivy and something else that I'm not sure of yet" Mother trucker. I didn't even hear the damn thing coming and hadn't Grayon pulled me out of the way, if I had been on my own, by the time I'd realise what was happening it wouldn have been too late.

In all their directions knocking them down were Pamela's seduction pheromones mixed with what would be fear gas they all fell with startled expressions screaming and squirming. Then, before he got up, not only did Poison Ivy appear, but his vines broke into some buildings and came towards him and right behind them came Doctor Freak and none other than Joker with squirts in several directions. Even if he tried to see that he himself was bleeding then and he started to try to run again and he saw the blood on his pants and at that moment he was soaked with blood and he felt horrible cramps... When he felt dirty and wet, when he tried to dodge a vine, he was surprised by Joker, who appeared rig