Anya Ivy Real Name Novels & Stories

Suspended within it, curled like a fetus… was her. Another Ivy. Pale. Eyes closed. Tubes snaking into her spine. My stomach twisted. Ivy stepped forward, stunned. “That’s me.” “No,” I said, voice sharp. “That’s what they tried to make you.” She turned to me. “She looks older.” Clara’s voice came through our comms: “That’s because she’s from an earlier batch. Nyx V.3. You’re V.5, Ivy.” “Why did they keep her?” I asked.

Maybe it could be because ever since Alejandro confessed his feelings for me, he has been able to move my heart although I’m still fighting hard not to be moved by his actions. I couldn’t fall for him because what we had was never real in the first place starting from the fact I’m not his real wife. I am Ivy Anderson and not Iris Silver and I wonder how he’d react the day he finds out I hoped for that day to never come because I would t be able to move past it. “Please tell me that you are joking,” Sylvia said looking at me like I had gone mad. I chuckled, “Relax Sylvia.” “I just told you that we’ve never celebrated Don's birthday and you want to celebrate it? What if something goes wrong?”

Because the truth was Ivy Morgan hadn’t come to Starlight Elite Academy to belong. She came for something else. Something no one in that building was ready for. And the moment they realized who she really was… It would already be too late.

Atlas, the red eyed alpha shot at the one who remained behind the slab, “For all we know these miscreants could’ve brought us the wrong girl.” “Atlas.” The one to touched my hair chided, “Breathe.” The red eyed Alpha grunted as he went behind the slab, same as the one who cautioned him. They remained silent, still staring at me like I was spoiled goods. “What is your name?” Nik, he had a gentle voice. I couldn’t help but stutter, “Ivy. Ivy Amire.” “Amire?” He raised a brow, “I don’t know of any family with that name.”

Avery assumed that lonely people would enjoy being surrounded by people. Ivy nodded with a smile. "Thank you, Mom. I have been spending more time outside than at home, but I don't feel lonely anymore. You, Dad, Hayden, Layla, and Robert are always there with me in my heart." "Robert envies you, Ivy." Avery patted her on the head. "Do you know why? He envies how strong you are. He is using a fake identity for this internship because he wants to see how much he can take."

I stated. "Is that meant to be a question?" she smiled. "I'm sorry," I apologized, "If I'm honest, I'm not very good at this," I confessed. "Not too good at what?" she tilted her head slightly. "Talking to people," I clarified. She chuckled slightly before sipping her wine, "You're cute. What's your name?" "I'm Ivy," I replied. "Nice to meet you, Ivy," she extended her right hand to me across the bar top, "My name is Callista. A family name."

As the elevator hummed toward the top floor, I ran over what I’d say. “Hi, Mr. Jay,huge fan.” No. Too desperate. “You were amazing in Sunset Lasts Forever. Mind if I get an autograph?” Ugh, he probably hears that ten times a day. “Hey, Brian. I'm Ivy. And I think you’re the reason my dating standards are ruined.” I snorted to myself. Yeah, no. I’d probably faint before I could form a coherent sentence. What if he was still in? What if I just… happened to knock after I was done?

the girl said. Ava sighed as she tied the last shoelace. “Thanks,” she mumbled. Her father and brothers trained with her constantly, but they always made sure they didn’t use all their strength. They wouldn’t be so considerate here. But her blood was boiling so much that she really wanted to get in there and fight. “I’m Emily,” the girl said as she sat next to her and pulled her trainers out. “Ava. It’s nice to meet you,” she said.

There was no escaping this. My fingers tightened together between my laps. Barely above a whisper… “My name…” I swallowed hard. “Is Ivy.” The silence afterward was suffocating. "Ivy," Aiden murmured aloud, the name sounding foreign and dangerous on his tongue as he leaned back, his gaze locking onto mine with a different intensity. "So that's another piece of the puzzle"

“Your speech was beautiful. I thought it very sweet of you to dedicate it to your husband.” “Thank you,” I replied politely, returning her smile. She extended her hand gracefully. “I’m Ivy… Ivy Kendricks.” The name rang a faint bell, and then it clicked. The Ivy Kendricks… she was basically royalty in the fashion world, gracing the covers of the nest magazine and the brand ambassador of over half of the luxury fashion houses in Europe alone. I shook her hand. “Arya Donovan, but you already know that.” Her eyes gleamed as she smiled slightly. “Yes, I do.”