Poison Ivy

Poison Ivy

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Black as night and wilted away was the ground that surrounded me. My skin burned my blood ran hot. Everything from my limbs to my heart ached. I was dangerous to everything and everyone. My life was consumed by lies. I wasn't suppose to exist, I was suppose to only be a myth but here I' am a forbidden creature. The lies that consumed me now become my tomb sealing my fate. They feared me, and they had ever right to, I was poison. It coursed through my veins and seeped from my skin. To me to wilt and wither was to live and breathe. Everything I touch dies on my command that is until I met Julius. Tall, dark and handsome he was every one woman's dream the only problem is I think he's dead. To wilt and wither is to live; this is the living, living off the dead.
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He burned her with his lies. She'll drown him in every life he lives. In 1692, Ivy Blackwood was a witch-young, gifted, and in love with the boy who would seal her fate. Aiden Mercer swore he'd protect her. Instead, he pointed the finger that led her to the gallows. As the rope coiled around her throat and the villagers spat prayers, Ivy whispered a spell soaked in blood and grief: "I bind your soul to mine. In every life you breathe, I will find you. I will make you remember. And I will make you pay." Now, in the sleek halls of Hawthorne High, Ivy walks again reborn in a modern world but carrying centuries of rage beneath her skin. Aiden lives too, untouched by memory, charmed by his perfect life... until Ivy arrives. And with her, the crows return. The dreams start. The shadows stretch longer. She doesn't want his heart. She wants his fear. She wants him to fall in love again so she can rip it from him, slowly. But ancient magic is never clean. And in the space between revenge and desire, old wounds open wide. Because some curses are written in bone. And some love stories were meant to end in fire.

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