Poison Ivy Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

Little did I know that one day, the same man who once cared for me so deeply would become the person to hurt me in the worst way possible. Sometimes, I truly wish everything he did had been nothing more than a terrible dream. Something unreal. Something I could finally wake up from. But it’s not. It’s real. As real as it can be. Hunter runs a hand through his hair and nods slowly, as if he’s finally coming to some sort of understanding. “Finn’s right,” he says. “This isn’t anything new for Ivy. She’s done far more incredible things in the past.” Cassey nods along, agreeing with him.

The fire flickers, bowing in submission. “I hope they slept well last night,” I murmur, dragging a hand through my soaked hair. “Because those were the last peaceful hours they’ll ever have.” Darkness curls within me, and this time Ivy’s presence isn’t there to curb it. Yes, I’ll burn everyone who did her wrong. Including myself. ____________________ Ivy’s POV Everything blurs after the impact.

Ivy, however, was in a room that would require me to fight many people and, more than likely, die. I was willing to not only die for her but let her brother die for her as well. And I know she would never forgive me for that. Even at fifteen, Caleb was her role model and best friend. I read the note again, trying to make sense of the first line. Is Ivy leaving pack lands for a reason? Is she gone? James made it seem like Ivy has just been sleeping in his room. I had checked her room once and found it empty and her bed made. Would she really move into his room without telling me or is something amiss?

A raspy and weak murmur escaped her mouth, a whisper that forced me to tilt my ear directly over her lips to catch it in the middle of the gloom. “Mark...” Ivy whispered in her delirium, her fingers twitching against the sheet. “Mark... stop... don't do it… enough...” The name of Mark Richards coming out of her mouth in my own bed unleashed a possessive fury in my hybrid that erased any trace of mercy in my system. My eyes turned completely black and my fangs pressed into my own lips until they bled. The biological trail of that goddamn pup was still infecting my Luna's mind through the memory of her old engagement.

On the night of their fourth wedding anniversary, Raymond Whitmore stood on a Boston stage and unveiled a perfume called Eternal Claire, dedicating it to the woman he swore he would love until his last breath. The world called it the most romantic gesture of the year. Claire called it a cage with a golden lid. Because thirty minutes later, a stranger sent her a video of that same perfume being poured over another woman's naked chest, in a suite two floors below the ballroom, by her husband's very hands. For four years, Claire had traded her PhD, her name, and her silence for a marriage the tabloids envied. In return, she got a mother-in-law who called her barren, a husband who called h

` Ivy went completely still. “What part?” I asked, voice low. “What did you leave out?” She looked at me with tears spilling over. Her mouth opened and closed. The regret rolling off her almost doubled me over. “Ivy. Talk to me.” “There was blood,” she whispered. “That night in the woods, when I stopped him. His teeth had already drawn my blood. That’s when that thin bond thread formed. I thought it was dead when I rejected it. I spent years telling myself it was dead. But if he’s able to push this hard now… maybe it never fully was.”

IVY’S POV It is night time, and I can barely stand on my feet.I have little energy in me. The soreness from the cut on my face that is not healing is becoming more worse by each passing second. The hurt is unexplainable and unimaginable. This is worse than death. My lips is dry and cracked. My eyes can barely open. My breathing is ragged and unsettled. I just wish I can die and get it all with. I’m still tied to the pillar in the middle of the furnace room. The heat from the furnace is making me sweat profusely. I’m suffocating and dying slowly because of the heat and poison.

Thinking about this, Ivy wondered, has he been with her all this while to use her? Her entire body started to tremble as a surge of rage swept over her. Her anger wasn't directed at Evander but at her mate. Her hatred for him ran blood deep. Suddenly, a hot liquid trickled down her face. Ivy was startled by the stench that followed. She glanced up to see Evander urinating on her while laughing. “Yo, everyone! Check this out, who wants to pee on this trash?”

Why the school tries to remove every trace of Lyovles past alumni. Because they're cursed. I am cursed. Destined to bring doom to my world. I've finally gotten the clarity I've been clamoring about, but at the cost of my peace. My confusion has been replaced by despair. I press my face into my hands. This can’t be real. I’m not a weapon. I’m not a curse. I’m just… Ivy. A girl who hates morning training and likes to gossip with Roxie. I'm a law-abiding student.

The kind that tore down every wall I’d built and reminded me I belonged to someone. We pulled apart, foreheads touching. “By the way… who is Poison Ivy?” he asked. I laughed and pulled up a picture on my phone. “She’s a comic villain. A sexy, dangerous lady with red hair.” He studied it, then me. “She’s got nothing on you. You’re sexier.” “Yeah, right,” I said, laughing. “Juan’s crazy, but the name fits.” He raised his brows. “Poison Ivy.” “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I laughed in disbelief.