Poison Ivy's Daughter Novels & Stories

" You already believe what you want to believe. Will it make any difference if I tell you the truth all over again? You are deaf, dumb and blind. " The woman was still persistent. " But who are you? " She begged again. " Oh, don't you know me already. Did you just not introduce me to your daughter as the Daughter of the Damned? " With another wave, she left the room as it was again engulfed in darkness. The only thing left behind was the tingling sensation of sprinkled stardust.

Callan and I start to growl at her, her smile is vicious. “Are you boys looking for my daughter? She did not come home but, I will tell you now, she is not your whore! Go fuck a mutt! Leave her alone!” she snarls. I had a feeling that I might face her, my father warned me about her, her father had told him, that he had a daughter that went dark years ago. He gave me a pill with powerful magic that blocks a dark one's attack. She closes her eyes and starts chanting, as she is distracted, we decided to try and drive away. Suddenly we felt something pulling on the car. It feel as if something has attached an anchor to the car and turned us into sitting ducks.

The world staggered back into a fragile sort of normalcy. And Ivy, daughter of a once-revered goddess and a man who had the powers of a demigod had grown up away from the temples and ruins—tucked instead into a quiet woodland house, where divine legacies felt more like bedtime stories than burdens. She had her father’s wit and her mother’s eyes—not the glowing kind that lit up the sky, thank the stars, but the sharp, clever kind that could slice through a lie like silk. But unlike her parents, Ivy had no magic. Not a flicker. Not even a wayward sparkle on her birthday. Not a blessed mark nor a cursed scar. Just ten fingers, ten toes, and a tongue that couldn’t help but speak out of turn.

“That’s the storage room. Why would you pick that? Choose another.” “I’m used to small rooms. They make me feel safer.” My tone carried a hint of self-mockery. After a sigh, they agreed. Just like that, they agreed to let their biological daughter, who had been missing for ten years, live in the storage room. Leila, their fake daughter, returned right on cue. She ran upstairs and looked visibly surprised when she saw me in the storage room. I glanced at her, calm and composed. She thought I didn’t know her little schemes—that she had deliberately placed a panda plush in her room to lure me into choosing it.

Her voice came out higher pitched, with wrinkling strains on her face. “Exactly what it is. I helped in the birth of Ivy. Her mother loved her father, your son. He loved her too with everything in him. He would never put his precious daughter's life in danger. You have placed it in her heart that her father was a no good monster. Now she sees all men the same way. Don't you think that's an unhealthy way to live?”

"It's no wonder your mother looks like she's seen a ghost every time she looks at you. You little beast! Not only does your own mother hate you, but your father despises you too! "Did you really delude yourself into thinking that he loves you? I'll have you know that I'm pregnant with his child. When my baby is born, you'll be sent away to the sticks!" Jillian let out an ear-piercing shriek. "You're lying! How dare you frame Daddy? I'm Daddy's only daughter. He would never leave me!" At the end of the video, Kelvin snubbed out his cigarette with his shoe before he entered the house, slamming the door behind him.

She wrote about Lyra too. I look at her. "There is a last entry," Ivy says. It is dated two months before she died. She opens to the last page. She says: I have been thinking about what comes after. Not for me. For the line. A Volana cannot be permanently suppressed and the line cannot be permanently contained and there will be a daughter someday who does not know what she is walking into and she will need to know everything I could not say. She reads slowly. She says: I am writing this for her. Not for the daughters I have now. For the daughter who comes after. She will know what to do with it.

Ah! "Ivy had fear of blood since she was kidnapped, especially the hot blood." She screamed and fainted. "When Mariani saw her daughter fainted, she quickly stepped forward and pushed Zion away. She didn't care about Zion's wound at all. Instead, she held Ivy in her arms and shouted."

"I've called you Dad for so many years, but did you really think I ever saw you as my father?" "I can't believe I have such an ungrateful daughter." "I'm not an ungrateful daughter. I was never your daughter to begin with. Have you ever treated me like your daughter for even one day? You only ever had Kate in your heart," Ivy shot back.

Could she be my daughter? "Ivy" Beatrice called. "Yes," Ivy answered. "Ivy, do you have birthmarks on the soles of your feet?" Beatrice inquired. The birthmarks were inherited by every daughter of the Beatrice family; there was no girl in their family without them. Ivy looked at her and realized what Beatrice was insinuating. "Y–Yes. I have two birthmarks on my feet" Ivy stuttered. "Why are you asking me that? Did your daughter have the same type of birthmarks?"