Poison Ivy #4 Cast Mga Nobela at Kwento

The next day approached fast,Ivy got up from bed early and ran into the bathroom to take her bathe.she was confused on the cloth to put on since she didn't know anything about the company yet.she decided to wear a black pants and white shirt.she put on a stiletto on.she was not a fan of makeup so she just applied a powder and lip gloss, carrying her bag,she left her room. She boarded a cab and soon she was in super Pacific company.she took a deep breath Before entering the company.

Ivy turns around and runs out of the training field, holding the book, map and touch light. I wonder how she'll successfully sneak back with all that load. About to leave the place, I hear a loud wince from the forest. Tracing the sound, I see someone hanging upside from a tree, his legs being held up with a rope tied to the tree. There's a small dart on the side of his head. Someone had set a trap, and this unlucky fellow had triggered it, falling into it. Wait, this is the exact route Ivy was coming towards. This gal better fall in ye trap so we all leave.

"Send the men and erase every trace of DNA! Do it now!" I didn't give him time to respond as I hung up quickly and turned toward Ivy. What the fuck? She was now on all fours, her skirt hiked up and her gaze lost, sinking her fingers again and again beneath her soaked panties.

A bad feeling surged in my chest. I had just opened my mouth to beg for help when Ivy shoved a small silver pellet into my mouth. I screamed as the silver toxin burned violently in my stomach, stealing my breath. Ivy grabbed a long wooden rod and rammed it hard along my belly, pushing upward toward my chest as she spoke without pause, "Silver toxin will keep the pup quiet. And forcing it back with a rod will buy us a few more hours." "No! The pup will die. You can’t do this!" I struggled like a madwoman. The silver-nitrate-coated ropes cut into my wrists and ankles until blood seeped out.

“The doctor said the wolfsbane dosage was small. You should be fine by tomorrow.” “I want to leave,” Ivy said stubbornly, crossing her arms. “You’re not going anywhere,” Lance said firmly. “You were poisoned.” “I’m fine,” she insisted. “You never listen,” Lance pointed out. “And you have a thing for hurting people. Are we listing our talents?” she snapped. Lance rolled his eyes. “Goddess, you’re impossible.” “Bite me.” “I’d rather die.” Kael pinched the bridge of his nose as if they were giving him a headache.

And for the first time in my life, I realized that I was… Whole. “Our mates are here,” a feminine voice, both young and ageless all at once, whispered in my mind. It reverberated through my skull like a bell, and yet it soothed me unlike anything before. “There are four total, but three are here tonight…” Before I could react, three familiar voices rang out all at once. “Mate!”

He thrashed against the ropes binding him to the chair, his voice raw as he shouted, “Help! Somebody—please! I’m being held against my will!*” His cries echoed in the dimly lit room, but Ivy didn’t so much as glance at him. She was completely enraptured by the screen, her face glowing with anticipation. Castiel’s chest heaved, his panic mounting. “You’re insane, Ivy! You can’t just force me into this!” Ivy finally turned her head, eyes alight with amusement. “Of course, I can.” She gestured at the TV. “Look at this. It’s so beautiful, don’t you think? The bride… the groom… standing before the world, declaring their love.”

"Haha… ah… haha..." Ivy burst into a fit of laughter! "It's so itchy. Darryl, stop those vines from attacking me." Ivy could not stand the itchiness and heat. She felt as if every inch of her skin was itchy. Darryl said with a smirk, "Miss Ivy, why not take a closer look around you. Do you see any vines?" Darryl looked proud when he said that to Ivy. He knew that Ivy had begun to hallucinate due to the torture she was experiencing through the Five Elements Formation. However, that lesson was not enough.

Castle Graystone is a welcome sight after my long, awful adventure, especially my stay at Castle Pestera. It’s the middle of the night, so sending a message ahead through telepathy hasn’t worked as most of the castle’s residents are asleep, so there’s no one there to greet us at the courtyard. Thomas parks the car, and Ivy exits first. She holds the car door open as I carry Lydia out. The potion Ivy brewed for her is truly effective as she has not stirred at all throughout our entire journey.

I couldn’t stop shaking. Forty minutes. That’s all I had left before the rest of the family descended into this torch-lit chamber of sin. Forty minutes of Darius circling me like a wolf that had finally cornered its prey, while my traitorous pussy kept leaking down my thighs, ruining the expensive black silk of my mourning dress. He hadn’t even properly touched me yet, and I was already a dripping, aching mess. “Take off your panties, Ivy,” he ordered quietly, leaning against the black marble altar with his powerful arms crossed.