Novel & Cerita Poison Ivy Young Justice

My in-laws-to-be are poisoned, but my fiancé insists on going fishing with his true love. I don't stop him. In fact, I lend him my car. In my past life, he chose to take his parents to the hospital after I stopped him. However, his true love died at sea and ended up being eaten by the sharks. My fiancé was normal after her death. However, when we were on our honeymoon, he stabbed me and pushed me into the ocean. "It's all your fault, Fiona! I failed to save Lauren because of you! Now that she's dead, you don't deserve to live, either!" The scent of my blood attracted the sharks. They ripped me to pieces before I could drown. When I open my eyes again, I find my in-laws-to-be lying in their bed. My fiancé runs off to save his true love. Ultimately, he still regrets his actions.

When our two packs were at war, I secretly injected myself with the deadly Silverthorn Toxin to save my Alpha mate. But when he woke, Fenris hailed another she-wolf, Vanessa, as his savior, and condemned me as his enemy. "Freya, you are here to repay a blood debt. Your Silver Crest pack owes me the lives of my entire pack." He obliterated the last remnants of my family in this city. He imprisoned me on his private territory, tormenting me daily, his Alpha presence a constant, crushing weight. He dressed Vanessa in the Luna's gown and announced that she was carrying his child. And to everyone else, I was nothing more than a canary in his gilded cage. The tearing agony of our rejected mate bond was more lethal than any torture. He gripped my jaw, forcing me to watch as the landmarks my family had built were torn down, one by one. "Did you really think one mating ceremony could wash away the ocean of blood between us?" he sneered, his eyes devoid of any warmth. "You slaughtered my people. Do you think sending just one of you could ever atone for that sin?" Every time I tried to end my own life, he would dig up the bones of one of my kin from their graves and grind them to dust right in front of me. "I told you, you don't get to die without my permission." I stopped struggling. Let him hate me. After all, I only had three days left until the Silverthorn Toxin in my veins ran its course.

They say that Love and Lust shouldn't clash, that a teacher should never get involved with his student but when it comes to Chloe, Damien couldn't resist his student who was seven years younger than him. When Damien was forced into a marriage by his family,They knew that their love wouldn't end up with a happy ending.

An orphan girl was arranged to marry the third grandson of the second wealthiest family in the city. Even though she had never imagined a life like this, the young girl allowed herself to be hated, humiliated, and trampled upon by everyone in the Willard family to fulfill her grandmother's wish. Her husband despised her and wanted to give her a divorce but was bounded by the term of the contract. Her father and mother-in-law hated her because she was good for nothing and didn't contribute to the family. while her sister's in-law and everyone else in the family come up with excuses to bring her down. Suddenly, her life took a turn for the better, when her long-lost family found her wallowing in poverty .she was the third heir of the first richest family in the city, the Powers. “Give that worthless man a divorce and I will find the most wanted socialite in the world for you to marry,” Said her first brother, the famous business expert. “You are the missing piece of my heart, give me an order and I will make the world bow for you,” said her second brother, the strategist. “Even though I'm still unemployed, I have saved enough for you all these years, take my card and make yourself happy,” Her younger brother said. Ivy Haddock, who was just a lonely child found herself having three brothers and an adopted sister, who hated her. After serving the Willard family for two years, she accepted the divorce and left. Only to be met with news she never thought she could ever dream of, she was pregnant.

"Wake up to the truth Hailey! I'm the one he loves. He just used you to forget me. And now that I'm back there's no reason for you to stay in his life." Hailey Dominique, is a student. A brave, kind diligent and a simple woman. She will not abandoned her dignity for money. At first she was a little cowardly and restrained by her parents. Later, she become strong and stood up from her family's oppression. She is the most distinctive girl. Killian Gabrielle 'KB' Neilsen, he is a billionaire. He grow up in upper class bur remained simple. He didn't know how to face and express his feelings especially when his fiancee leave her in their wedding preparations without saying anything nor goodbye and because of that Killian became arrogant but when she met Hailey who tested his patience and always arguing to him, he realized that he likes the woman. But destiny has it's own tricks, they encounter many problems that cause them to separate. What if you fall in love to the person who loves someone else? What if all you had was only an agreement? What if one day the person he first love came back? Will you still choose to fight or let go?

Calliope's world of magic is slowly becoming poisoned. The world is dying and it is up to her and her friends to find the culprits. But can Cal survive the world of dying magic with her heart still intact?

A flicker of hope, a spark amidst the neon grime of New Shanghai. Anya, a slave to the Volkov Mafia, had long buried her emotions under layers of calloused defiance. Years of servitude had carved a burning desire for vengeance into her soul. Then, a whisper of rebellion arrived – a message smuggled in a package, hinting at a Volkov family secret. Anya's heart, long numbed, stuttered awake. This wasn't just a chance to escape; it was a weapon. A weapon to dismantle the empire that had stolen her life, her family, everything. But the path to freedom was a razor's edge. Fear gnawed at her, a constant companion in the Volkov's watchful gaze, their merciless enforcers lurking in every shadow. Yet, a flicker of something else bloomed – a strange, almost forgotten warmth, a sliver of the person she used to be. Could she trust it? As Anya navigated the labyrinth of lies and high-tech security, a deeper truth unfolded. This Volkov secret wasn't just about her escape; it was a key to exposing a far-reaching conspiracy, one that could reshape the city's criminal web. Suddenly, Anya's burning desire for revenge transformed. It wasn't just about herself anymore. It was about a sliver of justice, a chance to dismantle a system that preyed on the weak. But with this newfound purpose came a terrifying weight of responsibility. Was she strong enough to risk everything, to ignite a war she might not survive? The weight of human emotions – fear, anger, and a desperate yearning for freedom – threatened to suffocate her. The price of vengeance was steep, and Anya had to decide if she had the strength to pay it.

After my daughter was seriously injured in a car accident and suffered heavy bleeding, she was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. When it was time to sign the surgical consent form, the nurse suddenly snapped the medical file shut and pressed it down firmly. "Hospital regulations state that only immediate family members can sign the surgical consent form. What proof do you have that you are the child's father?" I was stunned. "She is my biological daughter. Do I still need to prove it to you?" The nurse retorted, "Birth certificates can be forged. How do we know the child wasn't abducted by you? If you cannot prove it, we cannot proceed with the surgery." Seeing the nurse's self-righteous expression, I trembled with anger. "I am signing the surgical consent form for my own biological daughter. Do I need to provide DNA evidence as well?" She curled her lip. "These are hospital regulations. We are being responsible for the patient. If you cannot prove the child is yours, we will report you to the police for child trafficking." After saying that, she actually called security to report it and loudly accused me of being a human trafficker. Report me to the police? I took out my police uniform from my bag and put it on. I'd show her what a split-second response was.

On the day Yara Cullen was released from prison, it was raining. A chilly wind carried the drizzle, striking her as the media swarmed the prison gates. "Ms. Cullen, in the Crestwood Estate sexual assault case, your client lost the lawsuit and took her own life six months ago. Her mother is demanding accountability. Do you have anything to say?” "Ms. Cullen, your attorney's license has been revoked, and your mentor was forced to retire. What are your thoughts on this?" No matter how the reporters pressed, Yara kept her head down and pushed forward, forcing her way through the crowd. A black G-Wagon was parked by the roadside, where Westley Langston leaned against the car, smoking a cigarette. Beside him, Elena Cullen tugged at his arm. He turned, glancing toward the prison gates.

Campus food deliveries vanished so often that no one even commented anymore. Then it happened to me again and again. I never identified the thief, but by New Year's Eve I was finished with being an easy mark. I set out a bowl of soup as bait and soaked it with water wrung from an old bathroom mop. I meant to make whoever stole it regret touching my food. A week later, the police did not come for the thief. They came for me. The counselor slid a penalty notice across his desk—600 dollars for food costs and medical fees, due next week. The person who ate my food had been hospitalized for "poisoning." The school was already discussing a major demerit, the cancellation of my first-class scholarship, and the loss of my needs-based stipend. That stipend was the money keeping my sick mother alive. They planned to pin everything on me, shield the real culprit, and bury me under paperwork. Unfortunately for them, they chose the wrong target. I was the law department's resident argument addict, and I intended to turn their dirty little mediation into a public collapse.