Anya Ivy Real Name Novels & Stories

My name is Kim Ahri Gaumond. I am a simple employee who usually spends most of her time working, doing charity work, or attending treatments. I never really had a chance to give myself a break since I am not an outgoing person. For the first time in my 30 years of life, I decided to finally give in to my dream of having an international vacation not related to work. I may not be outgoing, but I still wanted to experience a life of leisure in a faraway land.

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

she says and leaves. Now that I think about it, what exactly do Ivy and her friends need a job for? Ivy’s mom is a real estate agent. Elena's mom is a nurse, and her dad is a doctor. Tabby's mom is also a real estate agent, and her dad is an engineer. Lisa's mom is an event planner, and her dad works in the bank. Aside from me stalking Ivy, the other vampires also watch the wolves. I got my information from them. Ivy serves my food, and when I am through eating, I pay and leave.

A video began playing. Not of Mira. Not of Eva. Of me. Seventeen years old. Hooked up to wires. Sitting across from Mira in a dark, sterile room. “Tell me who you are,” Mira’s voice demanded. “I don’t know yet,” I said, shaking. “Wrong answer. Try again.” “I’m… Ivy Vance.” “Wrong. You’re a foundation. The seed.” The screen cut out. I closed the laptop. The room was silent.

Our team really needs you. She pulled out her phone and showed me everything, including her studio and her team. Immortal Ashes (IA), wholly funded by Ivy Calder. I stared at her in shock. "You actually built a team?" That name sounded oddly familiar. Was she not the daughter of the real estate tycoon behind the Calder Group? "Is your father Gordon Calder?" I asked. Ivy scratched her head shyly and smiled. "That would be my dad." "Then why would a perfectly good heiress run around building teams and pretending to be a nurse? What are you trying to do?"

Kai says as he lowers himself to sit beside her, not too close so she has space to breathe—“so to help me assist you, I need to know everything about you. Let’s start with which pack you belong to.” Ivy wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. “What do you mean? What’s a pack?” Kai goes still as Valor observes through his eyes, reading every micro-expression and shift in her body language. She isn’t lying. “Who are your parents?” Kai asks carefully. “Where were you born?” “My parents?” Ivy blinks at him in surprise. “Eliana and Elias Dalton. I was born in Louisiana… Oregon… St. Vincent Hospital, if that matters.”

videos where she cooked pasta in tiny shorts and talked about her cat. He learned she liked old jazz records, hated mornings, read poetry when she couldn’t sleep. He learned her real name was Ivy. That she was twenty-four, that she lived alone in a loft in the city, that she’d stopped doing full scenes six months ago and now only did solo content and paid customs. He never commented, never subscribed under his real name, he just lurked around, silently, guilty yet obsessed. Then one Tuesday night she went live. He almost closed the tab.

“God, Elias, you’re useless. You should’ve retired five years ago.” “You should’ve shut your mouth twenty years ago!” he barked, slamming the laptop closed. “You don’t know anything about business! You think I liked having to call Viktor for a loan? That man sold arms during wartime!” “Maybe he should’ve sold you instead,” Ivy muttered from where she sat cross-legged near the closet, dressed in an oversized hoodie that used to belong to a maid she once screamed at for “breathing too loud.” Her hair was in a greasy bun, and she was trying to scrub a stain off her only pair of leggings.

Lily asked. "Ivy Garcia. She is one of the top successful businesswomen in Washington. Very beautiful, rich and powerful. Don't you know her?" The shop attendant said excitedly. "You must be very important for her to come to look for you," she added and Lily smiled but was wondering why such a person would come to look for her.

Ivy said. Understanding dawned on them and they breathed a sigh of relief. "Good job Amary." Keisha said. "Amary?" Isaiah and Rose echoed together. "That's my birth name." Ivy explained. "The name Ivy was given to me by my adoptive parents since they didn't know what my name was." Adah came in with some tea she brewed and placed them on the table. Ivy and Athena joined them and took a seat at the table. "So, what's the plan?" Ivy asked. "I was thinking we could use the book to lure Anika out of her hiding place. She doesn't know the words have been transferred to me."