Quotes About Poison Ivy Novels & Stories

The kind that tore down every wall I’d built and reminded me I belonged to someone. We pulled apart, foreheads touching. “By the way… who is Poison Ivy?” he asked. I laughed and pulled up a picture on my phone. “She’s a comic villain. A sexy, dangerous lady with red hair.” He studied it, then me. “She’s got nothing on you. You’re sexier.” “Yeah, right,” I said, laughing. “Juan’s crazy, but the name fits.” He raised his brows. “Poison Ivy.” “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I laughed in disbelief.

Sensing his disheartening reaction, Ivy’s heart equally fell, wondering if she had said something she shouldn’t have. “I’m sorry… did I say something offensive? Or something triggering…?” She asked, her heart trembling with regret, worried that she might have unintentionally upset him. “Ivy, what have you done?!” She cried silently, chastising herself for messing up a promising interaction.

I fought the urge to grin. Leo was allergic to hazelnut. One sip could send him into cardiac arrest. And Ivy would be the one to hand it to him. As Ivy stood to leave, I sipped my water, my heart thrumming with satisfaction. I had planted the first seed. Now all I had to do was sit back and watch it grow.

It took a few more swats and sharp reminders of his condition to get him to face reality and accept that he was not allowed to exert himself, but he refused to let things go until he at least held her close with their bodies pressed flush together while they slept. Several times, Beth woke up to feeling something decidedly hard pressing against her backside, and it took a long time to convince her racing heart to slow and to fall back asleep. *** "Toxins? Apothecaries? Oh! You must be looking for a pharmacist, or at least a doctor who knows his poisons. Not to worry, you're not the first to run into trouble out there. Just last week, someone stumbled into a full garden of advanced and modifi

I asked her to continue. “Well, ingesting poison ivy can cause burning sensations in the mouth and throat, cause nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea. In some cases, it can also swelling of the face and throat can also cause your heart to act up. In most severe cases, it can cause shock and turn your skin blue.” She spoke. “Very well, Athea. How about we go and check on Athea’s project?” I told the group leading the class over to Athea’s ‘camp’. “Athea, did you complete your tasks?” I asked.

a taunting voice responded. Ivy rolled her eyes at the comment, her lips twitching as her hand covered her mouth. "Hubby, please don't make this any harder, okay..." "Pepper spray..." Zack reminded ambiguously. Ivy zipped open her purse, a vial bottle sitting gingerly in the enclosed space. "Checked. But I don't see any reason to use this when I have a fist..." she said, her hand forming into a ball as she playfully twisted beside her lap.

Ivy’s voice rasped inside my skull, weaker than usual, like she’d been chain-smoking in the back of my brain. "Well… I have no idea either, but the men said they’ll find a cure." I snorted, turning toward the bathroom. Steam already rising from the massive claw-foot tub I’d ordered filled to the brim with scalding water and every scented oil I could find to drown out the bitter herb stink clinging to my skin. “Fuck all of them,” I said out loud. “They might be the reason this is happening.” "They might be able to find a cure," Ivy countered softly. "They have connections. They’re extremely powerful in the realm. They care."

"You should slap her." Ivy said. "Ivy, what are you doing? You're poisoning her mind." Zeke said. Ivy rolled her eyes. "I'm trying to let her protect herself from that bitch from now on. The hell I'm going to let that bitch hurt my bestfriend." Ivy said. Ivanna was touched. "Aww, I really love you. You really cared for me." Ivanna said. Zeke scoffs. "Oh, can you share your story?" Ivanna asked them.

As the interview came to an end, the interviewer turned to Ivory and asked, "What message do you have for other young women who may be facing similar challenges?" Ivory took a deep breath and spoke directly into the camera. " When Life throws Lemons at you, make Lemonade with them. You know,I had a bit of tough Adolescent life.” She said and paused, swallowing hard, her eyes forming tears. I could see them. “But I moved past it, and here I am today. Don't be afraid to speak up and take action. Your voice matters, and your actions can make a difference. It's not easy, but it's worth it.” She said with a small smile. “And that’s a wrap on, Only The Brave Ones Seek Justice, today, I’m guessing

"You just have to stop lying to yourself about whether it's there. That's the first part. The rest, you figure out as you go." Ivy managed a small, unsteady laugh, wiping her hands on her apron, grateful — not for the first time — for a friend who'd never once let her hide from something that mattered, even when hiding would have been so much easier. "When did you get so wise," she said. "I've always been this wise," Priya said, deadpan, sliding another plate under the heat lamp. "You've just been too distracted by billionaires and bakeries to notice lately."