Ivy Blake

New Chapter Alert 
          Chapter 9 – Ours is now live on Their Blood Bride 
          
          
          She was never just his. Or mine.
          She was the storm we were born for.
          My mate. Our mate.
          
          And that’s how it began—
          The curse of the Dravenhart brothers.
          
          
          
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We are searchlights, we can see in the dark…
          We are rockets, pointed up at the stars…
          We are billions of beautiful hearts…
          And you sold us down the river too far.
          
          What about us?
          
          I danced like I was bleeding truth.
          
          I threw my arms wide in the chorus, spun through the air like I could leave something behind. I moved like the music was a storm, and I was both the lightning and the wreckage it left. The pain in the song wasn’t just performative—it was mine.
          
          And somewhere near the bridge, I stopped dancing for them.
          
          I danced for me.
          
          What about us?
          
          Chapter-7 Edited ✔️ ✅ 
          
          
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Day-6 of finishing all my WIPs before the year ends.
          
          THE BOY SHE BURIED Chapter-6 is edited ✔️ ✅ 
          
          Show some love   
          
          And then there was Hannah.
          
          That dress should’ve been illegal—black, skin-tight, backless, barely holding her in. Every eye in the club followed her as we walked. And she loved it. Ate it up.
          
          She pulled me to the dance floor without asking, grinding against me with practiced precision. She kissed me—deep, bold, messy. She wanted to be seen. Wanted to own the moment.
          
          And I let her.
          
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This chapter is from Sebastian's POV. It's hot and heavy.  
          
          
          I kissed her neck, then down to her collarbone. 
          
          She gasped. 
          
          My cock pressed hard against her. She started grinding against it, rubbing through the fabric with her hand. 
          
          I pulled her dress off, then her bra, sucking on her nipples until she whimpered. 
          
          I carried her to the couch. 
          
          Her dress-gone. My shirt-gone. My cock twitched in my pants. 
          
          She unzipped them. 
          
          "S**k it," I said. 
          
          Chapter-5 edited ✔️ ✅ 
          
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Being a woman, everything I did was scrutinized.
          If I attended all the parties, I had too much free time.
          If I skipped them, I was arrogant.
          If I talked too much, I was easy.
          If I kept boundaries, I was uptight.
          
          Ugh.
          
          Excerpt from The Boy She Buried. 
          
          Chapter-4 editied ✔️ ✅ 
          
          
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Five years ago, billionaire heiress Alina Greene lost the only boy she ever loved. Now he’s back, alive, heartless, and acting like she’s a stranger.
          
          What really happened the night Sebastian Carter “died”?
          
          The Boy She Buried — where love, lies, and secrets refuse to stay buried. 
          
          Chapter-3 editied ✔️✅
          
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The story is finally taking turn. Chapter-8 | Mine
          
          
          He bit down. Hard.
          
          Gone was the gentleness. This was Alaric—the monster beneath the prince.
          
          His mouth was firm, possessive. My body trembled, caught between pain and pleasure, agony and fire.
          
          “Stop—” I gasped, but my voice barely reached them.
          
          Somewhere between panic and instinct, I shoved them both with what little strength I had left.
          
          They staggered back, blood streaking their lips.
          
          Their eyes met mine. They were burning with hunger and then both turned to me.
          
          And in one voice, dark and claiming, they said:
          
          “Mine.”
          
          
          
          
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After a while, he shifted, and I felt something hard between my legs.
          
          He moved—and I felt it again.
          
          Something pooled low in my belly, spreading warmth like fire beneath my skin. A moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it. I hated how my body betrayed me so easily.
          
          Where were my instincts of survival? I was in the arms of a vampire who had just drained me, and I was feeling good?
          
          His hips moved beneath me, slow and deliberate.
          
          Again.
          
          “What are you... um... doing?” I asked, hating how my voice quivered.
          
          I didn’t like the effect he had on me.
          
          I could feel the hardness of him through the layers of fabric, the friction igniting a heat between my thighs that made me tremble.
          
          He wasn’t even trying to hide it. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place—letting me feel what he wanted without taking it.
          
          My face was burning. I let my head fall against his chest, but he had other plans.
          
          He grabbed my hair and raised my head—not roughly, but gently.
          
          “Look at me,” he commanded, voice low and intoxicating.
          
          It was difficult—he wasn’t making it easy.
          
          His hands trailed down my thigh, his movements slow and deliberate.
          
          I just published "8 | Mine" of my story "Their blood Bride|| Her Two Mates (For 18+)". https://www.wattpad.com/1585846742?utm_source=android&utm_medium=profile&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=poseandpoison

“The first bite hurts. But you’ll take it, won’t you?” — Alaric Dravenhart
          I just published "7 | Kneel For Me" of my story "Their blood Bride|| Her Two Mates (For 18+)". https://www.wattpad.com/1582301175?utm_source=android&utm_medium=profile&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=poseandpoison

Hey everyone!
          For witch–wolf romance, I can't decide which POV, you prefer reading — 1st party or 3rd party?
          Comment below which one you like more and why! ✨