Anya Ivy Real Name Novels & Stories

Alpha’s men learn to do that; it makes the rest easier. Her eyes flicked to me once. If there was surprise, she swallowed it like bad medicine. “That name doesn’t belong to me anymore,” she said. Her voice was even, but it didn’t chase the sound. It sat. It waited. I took a step forward. “I’m Hunter. I work for Alpha Xavier. There are some things that I…”

Victor stared at the phone, his pulse hammering in his ears. “What’s wrong, baby?” the woman asked, leaning forward on the bed, the sheet sliding down her skin. He didn’t answer. He was already reaching for the remote, turning on the TV. The screen flickered to life, and there she was. Ivy. Her hair loose, her eyes burning with something unrecognizable. No makeup, no fancy backdrop. Just her and the camera. “My name is Ivy Lancaster,” she said, voice steady. “And everything you’ve been told about me is a lie.”

She knows what he wants, and she knows how to give it. How will I compete with that? “I’m Ivy, by the way,” she says carelessly, her dark eyes narrowing as she studies me. “And you are?” “Valeria.” I lower my head, but the woman named Ivy goes on and takes me by the arm, spinning me around as though to examine me. “Hmm,” she muses. “You have a decent ass. Your tits are pretty decent too. What do you like doing? What’s your specialty?” I frown. “My specialty?”

Sure enough her name with a bunch of flower emojis stare back at me. She sighs. “Listen, I’m your best friend, Sera, and trust me when I tell you you’re only going to get yourself more hurt.” “Too late,” I say. “I’ve already gotten tickets.” The line goes quiet before she speaks again. “How are you going to get in? It’s invite only.” “I know you were invited, Ivy.” I roll my eyes. “Don’t play coy with me.” Ivy is a model with a large fan base, so she gets invites to most of the events. Having her as a friend has helped my career because she gives most of the gossip for my articles.

she hissed "This person doesn't know why is coming up," "I can't tell dad because he might be angry I might destroy his plans, I have to delete this immediately," she said and deleted it "Let's wait and see who will laugh last," she smirked "I'm Ivy Winslet, The only daughter of Alex Winslet, I can never be threatened, damn the f*cking b*tch of a person," A knock came on the door and a voice of Ryan, the eighth years old child. "Who wants to break down my door," She asked angrily

"No, baby. Mommy’s just a little tired. Why do you ask?" "You looked scary when you were talking to him," Ivy whispered, leaning her head against my shoulder. "But he’s a nice man. He helped me find your gift, remember? What’s his real name? Do you know it?" I hesitated. I didn't even want to say his name out loud. It felt like a curse. "His name is Ryan." "Ryan," Ivy repeated, testing the sound of it. "I like it. Is he your friend, Mommy? Did you know him a long time ago? You must know him since you were talking to him for so long."

asked Lucas, curiously. Ivy stared at him suspiciously, was he interested in her? She looked so gorgeous tonight and wouldn't blame him. "Sorry for my absurd question, we haven't even known each other's names. I have poor manners" Lucas apologized. "My name is Lucas Vega and yours?" Lucas inquired with a flirtatious smile as he stretched his hand for a handshake. "My name is Mrs Ivy Jones" She introduced herself. Lucas was shocked that she would be married at such a young age, she was such a beautiful woman and deserved to be single and have her freedom.

“People work for me, so I don't do much.” “Oh, what do you do exactly?” “You're kidding me, right?” Ivy wondered if she was missing something here. She shook her head. “No, I'm not.” “I'm Alex. Alex doesn't ring a bell?” “Nope.” “Alex Donatello.” “Alex Donatello,” she repeated. “Still doesn't.” “Where's your phone? What do you use it for?” No wonder there was nothing about him online, he thought. “Go to G****e,” he ordered, and she obeyed. “Type Alex Donatello.” She did just that. Ivy's eyes almost bulged out upon seeing the results. She looked at her phone, then up at him, then back at her phone.

I survived but fell into a coma. My mind never left the game. For two years, while my body lay unconscious, I continued living inside the horror world with no memory of who I truly was. The moment Ivy died, the shock finally woke me. Once I returned to reality, I investigated everything. Her real name was Ivy Lander. She had been sent to the wrong game. She thought she had entered a dating simulation. I could not wait any longer. I needed to see her again. I dyed my hair white, the same silver she knew inside the game.

She has a great relationship with Patima and they are close, even if Ivy’s face won't say it. Patima pout then stomps her feet on the ground. "Ivy, I'm not a baby," she said, which the older one disagreed with. "Yes, you are, based on your reaction," she said, which made Patima’s mouth hanging open. Ivy stayed in Tokyo because she's going to finish college. She's from Kyoto and one of the richest residents in the said place. She got to know Sam because they were both classmates at that time, whereas Patima just started to go to high school.