Poison Ivy Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

Ivory POVS The sparks that were radiating down my body brought something alive in me. Something I forgot what it felt like. Something I never thought I would get back. I could feel my heart race, but surely it was just a dream. I felt myself smile as I snuggled into the warmth of my dream. It was so real, the feel of his skin, the softness of his hair and even the sandalwood and lavender scent. Even in my dreams, he made my heart flutter.

Not a request, A command but softer than I expected. I dropped down slowly, wincing. The heat from the fire soaked into my frozen bones. My body shook. Still, he didn’t ask who I was. He handed me a flask. “Drink.” I stared at it. “I’m not here to poison you,” he added. “You could’ve fooled me.” He smiled just a little. “You got a name?” “I'm Ivy.” “I know.” I froze. He leaned forward. “You don’t smell like them anymore.” “Bloodfang?”

I added. Ivy rolled her eyes. “You think you can fix everything with food?” She asked, raising a brow at me. “I don’t think that would work.” Her voice was filled with determination. “At least it would be a start,” I said, gesturing for her to eat the food. A bitter scoff escaped her lips. “You can’t just ghost me and waltz back into my life whenever you like.” She replied, her eyes flashing with anger. “I didn’t ask you to pick me up from the club.”

Ivy asked, resting her arms on the window and leaning in. "I was, but I couldn't stop thinking about a certain someone, so I decided to go see her." Ivy couldn't hide the smile that played on her lips. "Get in." Ivy opened the door and slid in next to him. The car smelt like him. His scent was strong and intoxicating. Today especially, she felt a strong attraction to him like she never had, not even when she found out that she was his mate. Could this be the effect of the crimson moon ?

She knew these people all too well; they could make her disappear—hell, they could make anyone disappear, just like they did Nasty. It was an untold truth that Nasty got messed up in some business she shouldn’t have, so she was taken out. They had told all the girls that Nasty found love and got married, but it was a lie from the pit of hell. Now Ivy comes to replace Nasty. Ivy! Where is she? I hope they don’t hurt her. “Cindy, here. This will flush your system out and rid you of any unwanted stuff he might have put in you.”

Ivy obediently accepted the bowl and drank it all in one go. Seeing how her face crunched up due to the drink's bitterness, Mary immediately handed her a piece of candy. "That's a good girl. Two more rounds and we're all done. By then, your leg will be healed, and you can once again stand on stage." Heartache gleamed in Mary's eyes. She patted Ivy's head lovingly. Ivy looked at her legs. She had indeed successfully escaped from the fire, but she did not expect to see barrels of gasoline in the abandoned warehouse.

Or was it? Ivy placed her hand on the injury and figured that she really couldn't feel a thing anymore. This was way too strange, what the fuck? She tried to poke the injury again. Ivy immediately ran over to the mirror, her heart was racing as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. There was no way this was happening. She rubbed her eyes, thinking maybe she was still dreaming, but the injury was not even there anymore, it was just her bare head staring back at her.

Chapter 18 Ivy’s POV I didn’t know what came over me. I swear to God, I hated this man. I hated him,.loathed every breath he took and every arrogant word that came from behind that damned mask. But last night... something shifted. It was still me who reached out to catch him when he stumbled. Still me who ran to his side when he looked like he had lost every last bit of hope and was going to throw himself into the water. So why..why in the holy name of the Moon Goddess, was I now lying under the duvet completely naked, whispering in my mind, “Come touch me… Come take me…”?

Rya POV “I thought I could easily escape Ivy's grasp, but she immediately realized I was coming from there.” “Ivy,” I said, faking a smile as she scoffed. “Don't call my name like that. I do know what you are doing. What are you doing in this room? Oh, this is how you poison them, right? You sneak in in the middle of the night and you poison them. Then you pretend like it's nothing. I just caught you. I just literally caught you.”

That motivated her to dash away, and observed her incredulity. With that, Grace chuckled softly and suggested, “Why don't you pull my panties off? I'll be glad if you tie me stripped.” From a distance, Ivy noticed how her face dazzled with glee, and her bronze skin curled with pleasure each time she touched her. Meanwhile, she dropped her lower lips, blinked her long, dark eyelashes with excitement and smiled. She was cheerful: like nothing harmful was going to happen to her, regardless her fault. Nevertheless, that didn't stop Ivy from grabbing another stocking from her drawer and tying her ankles together.