Poison Ivy's Daughter Novels & Stories

"Mom, the precious daughter you loved for 20 years wasn't a heiress who got switched at birth. She was never a Howe. She was the maid's kid. The real Lilith was swapped out at birth and left to freeze to death in the snow. "That maid forged the keepsake and staged the reunion so that her daughter could live a good life. And for the sake of appearances, for a so-called perfect child, you didn't even bother with a DNA test. You welcomed her with open arms while treating your real daughter like dirt."

"She’s at the Plaza. She’s been there for an hour. She didn't break in. She walked through the front door with a keycard that should have been deactivated twenty years ago. The system didn't just let her in; it welcomed her." I looked at the silver music box still clutched in my hand. The melody had stopped, but the truth it held was screaming. Ivy wasn't just a secret sister; she was the failsafe. My father had known the Wolfes would eventually come for their "asset," and he had left a poison pill in the form of a second daughter who knew how to dismantle their world from within.

One moment his friend is sitting like a rag on the floor, the next thing she’s fixing her hair and glamming herself. “Pack house. There’s dinner for the visiting packs. Erm… Alpha Hunter might be there,” Irene answered without looking at him. “And so will be Yvette. Will you be fine?” Theo asked her. Irene sighed. “As you said, they haven’t marked each other yet. If I won’t fight for what should be mine, what would become of me, Theo? The moon goddess’ daughter who’s mateless?” she sounded frustrated. Theo gave her a sad smile.

" Your words suggest that there is someone behind the whole setup and when I think about questioning it my pain increases due to nervousness and tension and I can't hide it. "I am your daughter!' I cry out, feeling the liquid wet my legs. "Yes, and that's why you're going to keep your mouth shut." Say, impersonal. My vision blurs and I feel my temperature drop, leaving my hands sweaty and cold. "What's wrong with you?" Dad asks, looking fatherly for the first time. "I am not feeling well." Is all I can say before I hit the ground, feeling my consciousness slip away and all I hear before passing out is Peter's voice screaming in alarm.

Piper asked. Ivy was surprised with Piper’s question. It was a question out of the blue, and an unexpected one, and this made her curious on why she asked such question. “Why did you ask about my father?” Ivy asked. “I was just asking, Ivy. Regardless of all that happened, it doesn’t change the fact that you are his daughter, and… do you now fee comfortable that you were framed up by your step-brother. That’s not fair, if you ask me.” Piper said, folding her arms.

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.

For a moment, her eyes flickered, as if she had just realized something. She suddenly grabbed my shoulders and exclaimed, "I knew it! You've been reborn, too!" Then, she looked at me arrogantly. "Do you even know why you were able to come back to life? It's because you're my daughter! As the daughter of the heroine, even if you die a few times, you'll still keep coming back! Fate keeps giving us these second chances so we can finally find the perfect way to make your dad regret leaving me!" I could tell she had completely lost her mind. I shook her hands off me and grabbed my dad's and Erin's hands instead.

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.

My eyes opened to the sight of my eight-year-old daughter Aaliyah standing in front of me with her big bright brown eyes. As soon as I woke up I knew I didn’t avoid getting a killer hangover. Not only that but I was pretty sure I was still a bit drunk. No doubt I went… a little overboard at my friend’s party last night and I couldn’t remember much of how it ended. I got an idea as my eyes slowly shifted from my daughter to the other side of my bed. Strategically I pulled one of the blankets over the head of my one-night stand.

Summer got nervous as she saw Sarah's eyes reddening. She suddenly realized something. "You've found Sienna? Why won't she donate her bone marrow to me? Why?! How dare she? We're sisters! She must save me." She added, "You two as well! I'm your daughter. How could you not save me?" Summer wanted to live, so I could understand her maniacal reaction at that moment. After all, I was like that before I died. Yes, I finally remembered how I died. I remembered it all when I saw the photo of my killer at the police station.