Poison Ivy's Daughter Novels & Stories

He turned, eyes red with barely-contained fury. “Aria Carrington died that night,” he said coldly. “In the alley. After she drank poison to escape the shame you buried her in. She was abandoned. She was broken. But I picked her up. I became her father.” His voice trembled. “She is Ivy Blackwood. My daughter.” Behind Rosa, Ivy gasped and clutched her head. Her knees buckled slightly, her body swaying as if memories were trying to tear through the mental fog. Her hands trembled, her eyes glowed faintly—like something primal was waking.

“Alright. Yeah. Things are good.” “There’s just one more thing I wanted to ask about, Doctor Danbury,” Ivy says. “During my… encounter… with the witch…” her face clouds over. A spark of anger rushes through me as I recall what the witch said, and I’m sure Ivy is thinking about it too. “She said that our child would be a boy. And yet, I’m holding my daughter right now. How is this possible?”

IVY'S POV. My name is Ivy Parker,I am the only child of my father who is very sick.his sickness started after during my graduation.since then I have been the one catering for our needs and buying his medicine.I did different jobs for our upkeep since I couldn't get a decent job after my graduation.

And as if Ivy heard me and recognised her name, she stirred, a soft coo escaped her lips. Lucian and Irene's Ivy. Lucian held Ivy high, very careful with the way he handled her. He spoke in the same authoritative voice of an Alpha. “I welcome you all to this gathering. We are here to announce the birth of our daughter.” He declared. “This is Icy Lucille Frey, the daughter of Quick River Pack Alpha. A child that is born of the Alpha blood, born of strength and love.” A chorus not too loud broke the arena. Ivy didn't stir, instead, she was as cool as ever. She would be used to the noise soon. This was going to be her home forever.

I growl at them, getting up with Ivy in my arms, holding her bridal style against my chest. “I fucking knew it!” The older man yells furiously, glaring at my unconscious girl. “I sent her here to study and she’s whoring around!” I growl at him, tightening my hold on my mate to stay grounded and not rip his head off, like Onyx is telling me to. “How dare you speak of her this way?!” “I’ll speak about my daughter however the fuck I want!” Daughter?! This monster is Ivy’s father?

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."

Penelope: You're going to kill me like this… it's cruel… too cruel… have mercy… Evangeline: No, no mercy for you. Didn't you understand when the one you first sent didn't return? When did you learn that she died of suffering after a week exposed in the public square? Don't deny it, I recognize the floral scent you gave off when you arrived. Lilac and rose, the same scent she had used. You sent it! I know, that's all. You use your power for evil; you use your gift to corrupt minds and deprive wolves of their free will. I, Evangeline Knight, descendant of the Goddess, revoke your power. This is my will; this is the will of the Daughter of the Moon.

But the body. It’s not the slender woman I married. This one is fuller, heavier in all the right places, squeezed into a dress that hugs hips and dips over breasts that look heavier, softer— My dick violently swells, throbbing hard enough against my zipper to leave me dizzy. It’s Ivy. Claire’s daughter. The little girl I barely glanced at the first night I dropped her mother off from a date. But now, she’s standing right here, and a filthy image from nowhere flashes behind my eyes with terrifying clarity: her, tied to the frame in my private room, legs forced wide, my hand wrapped around her throat while I sink deep into her—

People who'd been loudly speculating suddenly looked embarrassed. "Let me be very clear about who Ivy Martinez is." Vincent's arm tightened around my shoulders, pulling me closer. "She is not my girlfriend. She is not my mistress. She is not some scandalous secret I'm trying to hide." The confusion in the room grew thicker. Vincent turned to look at me, and I saw tears in his eyes. Real tears. Raw emotion that he wasn't bothering to hide. "Ivy Blackwood is my one and only daughter and the heir to the the Blackwood fortune."

Claire's feeble resistance grew weaker, almost suffocating, until Lorneauxs finally released her. Regaining freedom, Claire breathed heavily, her bewildered eyes revealing a hint of fear. Why did Lorneauxs kiss her in the first place? She was the biological daughter of his stepmother—had he lost his mind? "Pain!" Feeling Lorneauxs nibbling at her neck, Claire quickly exclaimed, "Stop! My private parts are still swollen; don't touch me. Besides, I'm not taking emergency contraceptives again." Emma had warned her about the significant risks of these medications, emphasizing a maximum of two uses per year. Overusing them could lead to hormonal imbalance and other issues.