Ivy Willow is the embodiment of effortless confidence, privilege, and unapologetic attitude. Born into wealth and raised in the heart of London, she's the kind of girl who does whatever she wants, whenever she wants, and dares anyone to stop her. Rules? They don't apply to Ivy. Consequences? She barely acknowledges them. Even her own partners know better than to try and control her
She lives in a lavish townhouse with her partners and her younger sister, though calling her "little" feels like a stretch-at 14, she's old enough to have her own opinions. But to Ivy, she'll always be her baby sister, someone she fiercely protects (even if she won't admit it out loud). Ivy is sharp-tongued, brutally honest, and never hesitates to share her opinion, no matter how cutting it might be. If her words sting? That's not her problem. People call her a "bad girl," whisper rumors behind her back, but Ivy couldn't care less. She thrives on the drama, the chaos
Nick Lestier is the classic bad boy-reckless, rich, and dripping with that effortless charm that makes girls fall at his feet. He's got the smirk, the swagger, the dangerous edge that keeps people intrigued. Every girl in London seems to want him. Every girl except Ivy Willow. And that? That drives him insane.
He never says anything about it, of course. But it nags at him, keeps him on his toes, makes him want her more than he should. She doesn't flirt, doesn't bat her lashes at him like the others, doesn't seem to care who he is-and for Nick, who's used to being wanted, that's both frustrating and exhilarating.
When he's not chasing adrenaline on the streets of London, he's racing his cars, getting into fights, and doing everything his mother disapproves of. He's got a reputation, one he wears like a badge of honor. But underneath the arrogance and the reckless lifestyle, there's something else-something tangled up in family issues and expectations he never wanted to meet.
18+ Trigger warning for talk of suicide/drugs.*
A story about a young human girl who tries to steal from a fae man.
She gets put in a cell under the royal palace, waiting for her 18th birthday.
While in jail, she meets a young boy, they develop a friendship that turns into something more.
By her 18th birthday instead of a trial and the execution she's been waiting for she gets a whole lot more.
This is a fully done story that is 35 ch, exactly 128,210 words.
If you're just looking for smut ch. 14, 17, 30, 31, and 33
Preview
Ivy felt like she had been lit on fire, a cold icy fire that was burning her alive.
"I wish you were dead", she hissed at him as she broke the kiss.
"Do it, kill me", he hissed back.
She went for his throat, the lessons definitely helped but she was no match for him.
"One day you'll be able to best me. Lucky for me that day isn't today."
Ivy had wanted to claw his eyes out, "you're a monster."
"So is everyone."
"Not everyone kills seventeen guards."
"You're right, only the strong kill in our world. Too bad we don't live in a fairytale."
"Don't dare make me feel insane, it's insane, the world we live in!
The death that surrounds SkyWood is sickening!"
"It's utter insanity, love."
"I hate it", "as do I."
Than release me from our bargain! Let me live a life free of you!"
Ivy said talking of her sworn allegiance to him for two years.
"No!" He said before slamming his mouth back to hers.
Their kisses were insanity.
Crazy to a fault.
"I love you."
Ivy hated when he said it, "no you don't.
One with a black heart cannot love."
"I fucking love you with my whole black heart."
"You don't know what love is.
You love the idea of love.
You love how loving me makes you feel."
"And how does loving you make me feel?"
"Like your heart isn't black."
"Fair enough."
They kissed urgently, Ivy removed her pants while he ripped her shirt from her body....