Poison Ivy Tattoo Ideas

Ils l'ont jetée dans les ténèbres parce qu'elle ne valait rien à leurs yeux. Pendant dix ans, Ivy n'a pas vécu ; elle a pourri. Dans la chambre la plus sordide d'une maison close, son corps fut un territoire d'oubli, son visage une carte que personne ne voulait mémoriser. Mais dans ses yeux, une flamme a brûlé, alimentée par chaque humiliation, chaque rire méprisant. Sa laideur était sa prison, mais elle deviendrait son arme. Elle a compté les jours, les heures, les souffrances. Elle a thésaurisé chaque billet souillé comme une balle pour son futur revolver. Sa vengeance serait une œuvre d'art, et elle en serait le chef-d'œuvre. L'argent a acheté un nouveau visage. Une beauté de glace et d'acier, une arme de séduction massive. Elle n'était plus l'ombre ignorée ; elle était un fantôme taillé pour hanter un seul homme : Alexander Vance. L'homme qui possédait tout. L'homme qui l'avait possédée, sans même le savoir. Il l'a remarquée. Désirée. Possédée à nouveau, croyait-il. Il a cru offrir un bijou à sa maîtresse. Il ne savait pas qu'il serrait sur son cœur le serpent qui allait l'étrangler. Maintenant, installée dans le cœur de son empire, Ivy sourit. C'est un sourire qui cache l'écho des chaînes. Chaque mot doux est un poison. Chaque caresse, un coup de couteau. Elle le dépouille, pièce par pièce. Elle corrompt ses alliés, vend ses secrets, sape sa fortune. Elle n'est pas une amante. Elle est un cancer. Sa vengeance ne sera pas un meurtre. Ce sera une dissection. Elle veut le voir à genoux, ruiné, regardant son monde s'écrouler et comprenant, trop tard, qu'il a été détruit par l'ombre qu'il n'avait même pas daigné regarder. La chute commence !

“She was sold to the palace as a slave. But her blood was what brought the Lycan King to his knees.” Veya was rejected by her fated mate for being a broken wolf. She thought her life was over, until her father sold her as a slave to the most ruthless Lycan King in history. King Rael Arkhelen Vor’Serrax was infamous for his bloodlust. Loyalty meant nothing to him; women were nothing more than tools to tame his brutality. He was supposed to destroy Veya in a single night. But the moment her scent reached him, the beast within bowed to her, while the King’s pride rebelled. Veya was no ordinary slave. She wielded what little privilege she had as a weapon to survive, and it only made the King’s obsession burn hotter. When the truth came out—that she was the last descendant of the Shadow Wolves—her place in the palace shifted. From a means of release to a threat to every royal concubine. From a palace slave to the sweet poison the King couldn’t let go. But the danger was far from over. An enemy from the past returned, carrying a coup that could strip them of everything. Including the brutal love slowly blooming from their deepest wounds.

As the college entrance exams approached, I paid the top student in our class to tutor me. But the day she came over, she brought along her childhood sweetheart and insisted that he join our study sessions. I declined her request politely, and she did not press the matter further. The boy left my house in defeat and was struck by a car, suffering injuries so severe that they left him crippled. He could no longer continue his education and was forced to drop out, taking on grueling manual labor to survive. The girl continued tutoring me nonetheless. We both gained admission to the same university, grew close over time, fell in love, got married, and started a family. But on the night of our wedding anniversary, Sharon slipped poison into my soup and watched impassively as I began to convulse and vomit blood, the crimson stain spreading slowly across the floor. "This is what you owe Harry," she said with cold venom. "Taste what it's like to lose all hope." It turned out that she had harbored resentment toward me for all those years. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day she first came to my house with her friend.

Ivanna graduated in Harvard with the course about businesses, her parents wanted her to exactly cope about their business. She was having a party in Harvard with her best friend when her parents called her in the middle of the night that she badly needs to go home. She asked her parents the reason why, they didn't tell her. Early in the morning, she packed up her things and her best friend Ivy Simmons also help her. She took an early flight; she was so nervous what’s the reason behind. She had arrived in London after few hours, her parents sent her their driver to fetch her up. Upon arriving at their home after how many minutes, she was shocked to see people inside their house. There she met Ashford, her future husband. She was so surprised, and her parents tried to explain at her. Ashford doesn’t want to marry her also but it was just their parents’ agreement. After a month, they already got married. They accepted their parents' intuitions for them, they got to live in their own house which their parents give them as a gift.

"What are you trying to do? Get the hell out of my office!" He yelled at me but I ignored all his rant and approached him on his office seat, having unzipped my skimpy top a little, so that he gets a pleasurable view of my huge , bulging out of it. "If you resist me, I will make sure to leak all your secret doings to the public, so that all can see who you really are. Your name will be on the papers by Monday, and you will lose the respect of your employees. I'm sure you wouldn't want that to happen? Why not just relax and me here and now? These are craving your lustful touch". "Get behind me Satan! You slow poison! You wouldn't dare blackmail me." "Oh really? Remember I still have the tape with me. You just wait and see. Dare to resist me now and I will go straight to the press and media." As he was still pondering on whether to succumb to my demands or not, I got closer to him and forcefully crashed my lips against his, as my huge soft collapsed on his hard chest. Just then, the door was opened and my colleague was standing with a camera, recording our romantic scene.

Maria's life wasn't perfect, her father died when she's 10 so she needed to work early as possible to help her mom. Because of her young age, she had no choice but to sell feet pics at 13 just to have money, to survive. Her mother married another man, she thought her life will be less cruel, having another parent to provide for them but it's the other way around. She decided to moved out, to be free from those creepy stares of her step father behind her mother's back. As she moves away, and continue her illegal earnings she met, Jackson one of her longest client. The guy is persistent, demanding and controlling but Maria keep on pulling herself away. She knows her goal, she's not easy to persuade and even how weak she is inside her mind will quickly block every poison that the guy will throw.. even how much money he'll invest to get closer to her. How long will Maria push the guy if her heart is slowly giving away? How long will Jackson endured every push if he's freaking enjoying his stay under the girl's sheet?

"W..who are you?" She stuttered, taking backward steps towards the door, heart pounding in her chest. "Well, I can be whoever you want me to be" he drawled, taking little steps till he had her cornered with no way out. "I can be your poison or your antidote. I can be your bane or your comfort. I can even be your nightmare or your dream." With each word, he traced circles on my skin, sending fire through me. "So Kitten, who do you want me to be?" Katarina Richards, a timid second generation finds her world thrown into disarray when she is suddenly informed of her betrothal to the number one business mogul in the state. She cannot fight for her freedom nor can she accept a man she never met so she decides to be brave for once and runs. She runs as far as she can hoping for a fresh start and she finds it. Or so she thinks. She will soon come to realize that she can never outrun her destiny. Or should I say, she can never outrun him? Follow Katarina as she is plunged into a world of lies, betrayal, war, lust, and power. Will she come out of it all with her dream life or will she be pushed into a nightmare?

"Goodbyes, Richard," he whispers, his voice dripping with pride. "No! No! What have you done?!" I scream, consumed by grief as helpless, indescribable pain crashes over me like a roaring wave. "You're Richard's niece, aren't you?" he asks, his voice low and rough. I remain silent, unable to form words. "And my mate, it seems," He grasps my chin tightly, his fingers digging into my skin, and leans in close. His scent hits me like a tidal wave, and I'm shocked by how intoxicating it is. I try to look away, but my gaze is trapped by his. 'Mate!' my wolf growls in excitement. It’s the worst thing that could ever happen to Jessica as the same man that wiped out her family is given to her by the moon goddess, as her mate. She wants revenge, wants to hurt him in all the hurtful ways she could think of but she’s no match for her mate. She’s dragged to his pack and forced to be his personal maid. It’s pure torture as she has to fight off the mate bond no matter what. But her alpha mate had other ideas as he wants to own every inch of her not minding the fact he could destroy her along the way. It’s a fight from pleasure, a plea for revenge, a world full of misunderstanding. Only the truth could sincerely set them free. Would she stick to her plans of revenge or give in to his pleasure, even if it’s by force?

Leviathan Demogorgon the CEO Demogorgon Corporation has always been a playboy and has no plan to ever settle down to marry anyone. The others on the board have ideas on what the CEO lifestyle should be and that married with a family. A son that one day take over Demogorgon Corporation for Leviathan. When this news was brought up to Leviathan, he was more than upset feeling they were meddling in his life and had to find a way to pacifier them by finding a fake wife. Adira Ermentrude the daughter Bear president of Black Panthers just lost her father to the Burning Devils. The President of the club is Pyro wanted to have an alliance with each other by marrying Blade’s only daughter Adria, but when he refuses him his daughter the club was attacked, and her father was killed. Killer her older brother takes over their father’s place as President of the Black Panthers. Not long after her father dies, that Pyro takes her from her club to convince her that her own brother has something g to do with their father’s death. As she was on the run from not only from the Burning Devils, but also from the Black Panthers who she grew up with since she was born thinking her own brother has something to do with their fathers death. She runs into Leviathan Demogorgon and when he finds out her problem, he offers her safety for exchange that she becomes his fake wife. She agrees to the offer even though she feels it’s a bad idea, and maybe in the end she might find out that she was right to feel that way.

Our pup, Kyle Draven, is burning with a fever of 104 degrees Fahrenheit. His small body convulses as he cries out for his father. But my husband, the Alpha, doesn't care. Julian Draven ignores our son's suffering because Kyle's cries might disturb his precious Linda Griffin. "Linda's trying on evening gowns. Stop using Kyle to get my attention. You're pathetic." Linda deliberately monopolizes my husband's time, then shows up with cake for Kyle like she's some saint. When Kyle eats it, he vomits black-purple blood. The cake had Wolfsbane. I confront her, desperate for answers, but Julian responds with a vicious slap and crushes me under his Alpha authority. "Linda wouldn't hurt a fly. How could she poison anyone? You clearly framed her. What kind of mother poisons her own pup?" He shatters my spine and throws both me and our dying pup into the Borderlands. Just as he gives the order to kill us, a roar erupts from deep within the forest—the kind that makes every beast submit. My childhood friend has returned.