Poison Ivy

Ivy was left to die with her mother in a burning room. When she thought it was all over, a handsome and fierce man barged through the flames. Vladimir. The Alpha of her rival pack. Instead of killing her, he captured her and took her back to his pack, forcing her into a contractual marriage to secure his position as Alpha. Yet in a pack that despised her existence, only Vladimir stood on her side. No one had been willing to save Ivy. Even her own father had wanted her sold. But Vladimir was willing. He would die for her and kill for her. And when he finally finds those responsible for her suffering, he skins them alive without mercy, just as the ruthless Alpha he is. "This is just a contractual marriage, so why are you being so protective of that bitch?!" a woman yelled. "One more word about my wife," Vladimir snarled, "and I will cut off your tongue."

"I'm getting married again." She announces, minutes after returning back home after three years of absentia. Her family looks at her like she's grown two horns. "What?" "Don't be alarmed." "Who is he?" She smiles, drops her fork and looks them in the eye. "His name is Ashton Wright." "Isn't he...!" "Yes. He's the elder brother of Richard Wright, my ex-husband." * For three years, Ivy Hall endures every form of abuse possible until the encounter that breaks her steely resolve. At her ex husband's betrayal, she enlists the help of his elder brother in her revenge against him and her best friend, and surprisingly, he agrees. She moves from Richard Wright to Ashton Wright. Some might wonder, what's the difference if they are from the same family... She smiles and shakes her head. "I'm moving from grass to grace."

She thought she'd seen him first, fallen for him first noticed him first. Little did Mariana know, her destiny had been set and arranged by the people she viewed as family and loved the most. Attraction strikes where betrayal stands.. Where deceit is born, passion is inginited. Derrick johnson can do nothing to convince himself he feels nothing for the beautiful young girl, well except fulfil the ubsurd traditions of his mafia clan inorder to rise into power. He'd decieved her by deceiving himself ,offered her to the enemy on a silver platter. But perhaps, Derrick Johnson was just but a victim of the poison of both mafia clans. Will peace prevail, especially when grave secrets are spilled and traditions demand to be fulfiled. When mazes are biult against the two, the only thing that seems to make them unbreakable is the bond of love they developed. But can an angel ever love the devil? Perhaps they can, but first, you'd have to live in hell.

Three fated lovers: a shieldmaiden, a Troll Queen, and a Valkyrie. One price: the fate of all Midgard. Turiel is crown princess, but from the outlawed Northern Holds, bloodbound to Troll Queen Jarngrimr, and best friends with the stablelass Yolanda, her first love - until her poison kiss turned Yola into a Valkyrie, and whisks Yolanda from Turiel's grasp. Now, Turiel has been stolen into wily Queen Jarngrimr's realm, with only the goddess Skadhi and Yola - back from the dead! - to guide her. Lussi, the Snow King, craves a bride - and it is Dia's troth alone. Dia, the last blood mage from the line of the Isa, is all that is left of Turiel's legacy. Dia has been raised as Lussi's Magdalene - his ritual Bride - and ritual Slayer - for the past three years. Every Winter Solstice, Lussi can die, and Dia must kill him. But as Dia falls deeper into Lussi's sexy web - and in love - her heart is on the line! Other works and Ko-Fi: linktr.ee/avnelson

...In the name of crush, love and lies...They say broken people can't fall in love, right? But what if love really lies? Fighting depression and bipolarity along with eating disorder and coupled with fighting the urge not to take her own life, can things get anymore confusing for Fay when a silly crush transpire into something else? They say obsession is sweet, but when it leads to infatuation, it tends to get more dangerous and powerful. "Can I kiss you?" He whispered, his lips hovering above hers slightly, their lips almost touching. She shook her head negatively, her lips unconsciously dying for his taste. "Alright." His breath out, untangling his fingers from her hair as he made to move his lips away from hers but she pulled his head back quickly before muttering against his small pink lips. "Kiss me." © Josephine. C. Ivy

My best friend Sophie and I went into labor the very same night. I watched her switch out the two infants with my own eyes, but I did not tell a single soul. For the next decade, I fed, clothed, and raised a daughter that was not mine. On the day the two girls turned eighteen, they received their college offer letters at the same time. One got into an ivy league school, and the other, a community college whose name I had not even heard of. I had never seen Sophie so happy in my entire life. Grinning from ear to ear, she whipped out the DNA report she had been saving for this very moment. "Thank you for raising my daughter to be the valedictorian that she is today. It's time she returns to her mama. As for this good-for-nothing scum… You can take her back!" I sneered. "Very well then." She had no idea what was coming.

"Truly, I am dangerous but it is nothing for you to fear." He said, tossing away the head of the vampire he had just yanked out and was still dripping with blood, while he moved closer to her. "Why?" She asked, trying her best to sound bold. "Because I am yours." *** Maybe if someone had showed Ivy what the future would hold if she decided to go to a nightclub a night before her arranged wedding, throw the word 'mine' to the first greek god she sees and have a one night stand with that stupidly rich greek god, maybe she would have just accepted her fate, stayed home and gone to her arranged wedding in the morning to pay up her father's debt. But no fortune teller had warned her and so she did all the above. Now here comes the consequences. Some are bad, some are spicy and some are just mysteriously unexpected.

Paano kung ang dating hinahabol ay siya na ang naghahabol? Ganito ang sitwasyon ni Alissa Mercado o Ali, isang training manager. Head over heels siya kay Leighton Correa, ang basista ng bandang Poison Ivy. Naging mapusok siya sa binata na may nangyari sa kanila nang dalawang beses. Huminto ang kanyang obsesyon nang nagtapat siya sa binata at siya'y ni-reject. Dito tuluyang tumigil ang kanyang kahibangan at sinabing itigil na ang kanilang ugnayan. Sa kanyang pagsisimula, nagdadalang-tao ito. Dahil sa nangyari, tinago niya ito kay Leighton at hindi na nagpakita. Tila mapaglaro ang tadhana. Nagkrus ang landas nila anim na taon nang nakalipas. Ang dating hinabol ay siya na ang naghahabol. Makuha kaya ni Leighton ang puso ni Ali na tinawag niyang bagyo sa kanyang nirvana?

Silver burned. Holy light seared. I screamed my brother’s name, Theron, into the communication crystal. My consciousness was fading. His cold voice finally crackled through. "What now?" I fought through the pain, my voice weak. "Theron, please… help me…" He cut me off, his voice a razor's edge. "Enough! Lilith is hosting the Blood Moon Festival. Stop causing trouble. If you’re tormenting her out of jealousy again, I’ll throw you in the sun cells myself." The line went dead. Lilith. Our manipulative little adoptive sister. Was she really more important to him than his own blood? The silver poison and searing light consumed me. I shattered. My tears turned to ash, my body right behind them. Congratulations, Theron. You're free of your annoying sister. You don't have to lock me up anymore. Because I'm already dead.

A Werewolf's Vow: Mated by the Letter To my dearest stranger, My day has been so tough to the point that I almost wanted to end my life. Wanted to slash my throat with a knife, drink and eat something with poison, or even planned to drown myself. Why was the world so mean to me? Why is my life this miserable? And why can they just leave me alone? I can't take it anymore. I only wanted to live a normal life, away from humiliation, deprivation, and bad luck. So, I'm writing this letter, thinking you might hear me out. Funny, but this is the only way I could express my thoughts. And for the record, this has been my eighth and final letter to send off. And whoever you are, it was nice meeting you. Hopefully, when you get the chance to read this letter, you'd send me something in response. For us to know each other better. I'll be waiting. Love, Joshua Craig.