Poison Ivy 2 Full Movie Novels & Stories

As one of London's premier wedding planners, I have spent my career orchestrating "perfect moments" for others, yet I never seemed to find my own. The ballroom at Claridge's was bathed in an opulent glow for my best friend Stella's wedding. The bridal bouquet sailed over the crowd. It brushed a young woman's fingertips, bounced once, and landed squarely in my arms. In an instant, half of London's high society turned toward Ryan. "Proposal! Proposal!" the crowd chanted over the rhythmic clink of champagne flutes. "Ryan, a sign like that is rare. Looks like we should prepare for the next big party!" Ryan was nudged forward by the crowd. In his charcoal Savile Row suit, he still managed to look detached, as if the noise had nothing to do with him. As I held the flowers, the lingering scent of fresh roses filled the air. For one ridiculous second, I even wondered whether I should warn him not to crease his trousers if he knelt. But he only smiled. Then, with practised ease, he took the bouquet from my arms. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and handed it to his assistant, Emily, who was standing nearby. "She touched it first," he said, ruffling my hair with the same flawless tenderness I had endured for eight years. "Be good, Claire. Let's wait for the right time." The attention followed the flowers as they moved away. I caught the flicker of triumph in Emily's eyes and quickly looked down, tracing the intricate patterns of the carpet while forcing a perfectly poised smile. Ryan lived by schedules and efficiency, yet he never understood one simple truth: some chances, once missed, don't come with a "next time". My own wedding is next Saturday. And he has been officially struck from the guest list.

He divorced her… not knowing she was pregnant. On the night their marriage ended, Aira Bennett walked away with nothing but a broken heart—and a secret she never intended to reveal. Three years later, she has rebuilt her life, raising her son in peace, far from the man who chose someone else over her. But fate is cruel. Because Lucien Carter is back. And this time, he’s not just her ex-husband— He’s the father of the child he never knew existed. When the truth comes to light, everything changes. Control turns into obsession, distance turns into tension, and the past refuses to stay buried. But Aira isn’t the woman he left behind. And she’s not ready to let him walk back into her life so easily. Especially not when another man has already stepped into the space Lucien abandoned. Now, with emotions rising, secrets unraveling, and a child at the center of it all— One question remains: Can love survive betrayal… or will it destroy them all over again?

“Deeper... Erick... yes!” On the day of her wedding to her mate Alpha Erick Smythe, the last thing Ivy Bell expects to see is her fiancé having sex with her best friend Veronica. When Ivy tries to call off the wedding, though, she finds her pack at war with Erick’s. In the aftermath of her pack’s defeat, Ivy’s father--the Alpha--is killed, she’s locked in a dungeon, and her wolf is stripped away. Veronica, further attempting to humiliate her, aims to turn Ivy into the pack whore, and even tries to sell her to a sadistic Alpha known for his cruelty. Just before Ivy is about to be auctioned off, though, an overwhelming Lycan Aura fills the hall, a mysterious auctioneer overtakes the bid. In a split second, Ivy finds herself sold to the Lycan Prince Spencer, a man known for both his cruelty and his overwhelming power. Will Ivy’s love be able to change him? Or will the curse that haunted Prince Spencer his whole life tear them both apart in the end?

In a world where family ties and business deals are intertwined, Ivy Smith finds herself trapped in a nightmare. Her father's company is struggling, and the only way to save it is by forming an alliance with the powerful Blackwood family. The cost? Ivy's hand in marriage to Victor Blackwood, a ruthless and cunning man with a reputation for getting what he wants, no matter the cost. Ivy is devastated. She's always been a strong-willed and independent person, and the thought of being tied to someone like Victor is unbearable. But her family's situation is dire, and she feels she has no choice but to accept the arrangement. As the wedding preparations begin, Ivy's brothers - Ethan, Lucas, and Julian - are fiercely protective of her. They know Victor's true nature and are determined to keep her safe. But they're also bound by the agreement, and their hands are tied. Victor, on the other hand, is determined to break Ivy's spirit. He's cruel, manipulative, and has a hidden agenda. He sees Ivy as a trophy, a way to solidify his family's power and control. And he'll stop at nothing to get what he wants. As Ivy navigates her new reality, she must find a way to survive Victor's abuse and manipulation. She's trapped in a gilded cage, with no escape in sight. But she's determined to fight back, to find a way out of this nightmare and take control of her own destiny. The story is a dark, twisted tale of love, family, and power. It's a tale of survival and rebellion, of one woman's fight against the forces that seek to control her. Will Ivy find a way to escape Victor's clutches, or will she be forever trapped in this living hell?

Thanks to a car accident, I've suffered from a severe injury in my head, leaving me with one foot in my grave. My husband, Andrew Rollins who's known for being an extremely talented doctor, serves as my primary surgeon. He conducts a surgery on me that lasts for 18 hours straight just so he can wrench my life from Death's cold fingers. But the first thing I do after I wake up is tell him, "Let's get divorced, Andrew." His eyes become bloodshot immediately. "Tess, I just saved your life, and yet the first thing you want is a divorce? Is it because I've been too busy with my work at the hospital that it cuts down on the time I get to spend with you?" I frown deeply. "It's precisely due to the fact that you've saved me that I must file for a divorce. That's the only way I can help you uphold your title as an extremely talented doctor." My older family members are quick to advise me. "Andrew is such an amazing husband. Not only is he a family man, but he also loves you with all his heart. Why must you insist on getting a divorce? Are you tired of living a great life with Andrew?" Whoever has the gall to advise me will receive a rebuttal from me, no questions asked. "If you think he's such a prized man, you can have him after the divorce." Because of that, everyone is pissed at me. "Go ahead with the divorce, then! You'd better not regret your decision in the future!" I mumble under my breath, "Oh, I regret it alright… I regret not divorcing him sooner."

At the five-star hotel where the blind date was set, leftover takeout was complimentary. I liked their Australian lobster and Poule de Bresse en Vessie. I packed my own portion and even helped box up what my date hadn't finished. Just as I picked up the bags to leave, he grabbed me with a dark look and demanded, "Jennifer, we agreed to split the bill. What gives you the right to take all the food?" I explained that he wouldn't be able to finish it anyway, and if we didn't take it, it would just be thrown away. He let out a cold laugh. "I paid for that food. Even if I toss it, that's none of your concern. Looks to me like you've been waiting for a chance to take advantage. I didn't expect you to be this kind of person. "I'd rather feed these leftovers to a dog than give them to you! And don't bother contacting me again. That petty, small-minded behavior of yours is disgusting." I pressed my lips together, at a complete loss for words. After all… this five-star hotel belonged to my family.

Irene was loyal to her supposed fiancé but lately he seems uninterested than before, she decided to get to the bottom of this and realized that her best friend whom she had trusted all these years was her fiance's Mistress. She promised to make her life a living hell for them. In the process she met her handsome billionaire fiance and together they had dominion over their enemies but what happens when the one she loves loses all memory of her. A devastating time when she inherits all his enemies. A life she never asked for—Betrayal and Hate at its peak. " You've not done it before little kitten?" Alexander asked with a smirk " No". " I'll make sure you have the best experience " Irene: ".......".

Aria Monroe, a poor young lady wanting to explore her world was caught up in a situation—her mother. A harsh reality of their life, her mother is caught up in a life threatening illness and she's bent on saving her but the money for the surgery seems difficult.This leads her to Nicklaus blackwood arms, a man known for his ruthlessness. Cold. Commanding. Powerful. He's everything she was warned about—and yet, he's the only one who can help. When a deal ties her fate to his, something unexpected happens. A spark ignites. A fire grows. And suddenly, the string between survival and desire begin to blur. But what happens when a mysterious lady from Niklaus past reappears?—An enemy in disguise. When she realizes that she's just a replica of past. Can love survive when the past refuses to stay buried?. Find out.

She gave him everything; her body, her loyalty, her love. For four years, she stood by his side, taking care of his sick mother, paying his bills and believing that one day, he would finally choose her. But to him? She was nothing more than a sex buddy. So, she walked away from the man she loved… straight into the world of a far powerful one. A billionaire lawyer. When he offered her a deal, a fake marriage in exchange for revenge, she said yes. Because nothing hurts a man more than watching the woman he took for granted become someone else's. But what starts as a game quickly spirals into something neither of them planned. Especially when her ex, now engaged to the “perfect woman", begins to regret everything… and tries to take her back. Too bad she's no longer the girl he once controlled. And this time? She's protected by a man who never loses.

It's 11:30 pm. Home alone, I decide to order some takeout. When the map shows the delivery guy is zero miles away, I receive a call from him. I pick up, only to hear unsettling silence from the other end. I hang up, annoyed. The next moment, the guy texts me, "Sorry, I'm hearing-impaired and unable to speak. I called to notify you to pick up your food as soon as possible. I can't explain things over the phone, and I apologize for that." Then comes another text. "You must've been waiting for a long time. I've left your order at your door, so please pick it up as soon as you can." Just as I prepare to open the door, I see bars of live comments—reminiscent of livestream chats—floating right before my eyes. "Don't open the door! That dude isn't a delivery guy at all! He's a murderer!" "He called you to check if you're a woman living alone!" "Seriously, why are all thriller story protagonists always so dumb? The delivery guy is obviously suspicious, yet she still wants to open the door."