Poison Ivy X Male Reader Novels & Stories

“To honor her.” My throat bobbed painfully, and I couldn’t find the words to respond. I simply walked forward, sinking onto the stool beside Ivy’s bed. The sight of her body, lying so still, was nearly too much to bear. Her skin, once full of life and warmth, had taken on a strange pallor, starting to decay. Patches of gray and purple spread across her arms and neck, the venom already working its way through her system. Her body was sweaty, the scent of her decay mixing with the faint, lingering smell of pumpkin spice—the scent that had always intoxicated me.

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I like reading from male point of view so that I could understand what men usually think before speaking or doing anything. Just like Ivan, he likes to read male point of view books not because he is interested in their thoughts, he says he likes to read it because he would get to know their feelings which is rare as a man could show. He is true, no man exposes his feelings to anyone and if they did it would be someone special. I never thought he would be among the guys who speaks their feelings out, atleast not to me.

she added. “I used to think he wasn’t. But apparently he is. Either he’s lying or he’s hallucinating,” I groaned. “Has to be one of them. Because why the hell would you even have sex with that disgusting man? Ewww....” Ivy said. A knock suddenly sounded on the door. “Excuse me. Those bodyguards are disturbing me again.m,” I groaned as I walked towards the door and opened it. “What do you want?” I groaned.

His massive body went completely rigid, the muscles in his arms and legs tensing in a violent spasm that forced him to withdraw the boot from my hand all at once. “Ivy...! What... what did you do?!” Mark stammered, turning his head back with an agonizing slowness, with black blood beginning to gush in a continuous stream around the silver handle of the letter opener. Ivy did not answer him with words. She took a step back, her hands stained red and her face transfigured by a coldness I had never seen in her before. Her breathing was a hurried whistle. “I told you... I told you that I had a male” Ivy whispered, her voice coming out firm, without a single trace of the fear that had kept her hi

Thinking about this, Ivy wondered, has he been with her all this while to use her? Her entire body started to tremble as a surge of rage swept over her. Her anger wasn't directed at Evander but at her mate. Her hatred for him ran blood deep. Suddenly, a hot liquid trickled down her face. Ivy was startled by the stench that followed. She glanced up to see Evander urinating on her while laughing. “Yo, everyone! Check this out, who wants to pee on this trash?”

It read; Oh Caden from the moment I first laid eyes on you I knew I wanted to suck that big dick of yours. You're everything a woman needs. I want to scream your name in the classrooms. We can do it in your office too, I don't mind. I'll do anything to get you inside me, even if it's just once. Please respond to this letter or I'll shoot myself. Your secret whore,Ivy.” “I didn't write this! Why would I write this?!”

The guy stopped at a section that rarely got visits, Ivy didn't recognize the book he runned his fingers through but it was surely a book human dismissed as myths. The section says so. He flipped through it and then replaced it with faint disappointment. “I'm looking for something.” He announced without turning to their direction. " A popular author. Writes about werewolves. Mate bonds. Anything, termed as fated” There was a way he said ‘mate bonds’ that made Ivy's jaw tightened. But she didn't show it, she only found a small smile and offered. “That section’s over there," rising from where she sat “I can help"

Yash whispered huskily in her ears. Heat rises to her cheeks, but she fights the urge to squirm away and instead, shoots the men her own glare. It didn’t have its intended effect, seeing as their eyes shine with amusement. “I repeat: I don’t care how many ladies you fucked with or bring to the family dinner! I can do the same! I can introduce a handsome Alpha to our parents and flaunt h—” Ivy wasn’t able to finish what she’s saying when she was interrupted by a deep growl and the scent of anger and jealousy.

The man's expression was more mellowed, but his eyes gleamed with a knowing intensity. My thoughts were interrupted when the man reached into his bag and pulled out a syringe filled with a deep purple liquid. My heart skipped a beat as Ivy's eyes lit up with glee. "What could that be?" I wondered, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. "Yes!" Ivy cackled, snatching the syringe from the man's hand. She examined it with an unsettling enthusiasm, her eyes gleaming with a malevolent intensity. "I can't wait to see Tyris' face when I inject him with this wolfsbane."