Anya Ivy Real Name Novels & Stories

Ivy’s been crying into my chest this whole time, absolutely heartbroken by what she just heard. ‘My love? Talk to me.’ I beg, feeling my chest constrict in pain with every tear that leaves my mate’s eyes. ‘Cornelia is the name of my mom!’ Ivy reveals, shocking me to the core. You’ve got to be shitting me! “Ivy said that Cornelia is actually her mother’s name.” I tell everyone, getting surprised looks from all of them, except for Lia and Thea. They don’t seem to find this piece of information shocking but rather infuriating as their looks turn murderous.

Dialing Ivy’s number with a smile. Ivy: Hello Kelly: Hey, what are you up to? Ivy: I’m sorry, who is this? I stared at my phone, wondering if I called Ivy Jones. Did I hit the wrong number? I have a tendency to get the wrong numbers lately. I cleared my throat. Kelly: Is this Ivy? Ivy: yes, and you are… Kelly: Oh my God, Kelly, I’m Kelly Martins. Ivy: And? I stared at my phone, stunned. Was she pulling a fast one on me?

Miranda stood up quickly and said, “No. do not leave on my account.” Then she stretched her hand towards Ivy with a big smile on her face. “Hi. I am Miranda.” I frowned. I did not like this at all. Ivy saw my face and noticed that I was not happy, she then smiled and dropped her bag back on the seat. Then she took Miranda’s hand and shook it. “I am Ivy.” She said. I smiled to myself and shook my head lightly. So you are smarter than I thought. That will mean that there is more to you, Ivy Morgan.

She said. “I will talk him.” Ace sighed. “So have you figured things out with the mother of your child? Is she someone you use to date? Do I know her?” Mrs Clark questioned frantically. Ace itched the bridge of his mom. “Her name is Ivy.” He replied. Mrs Clark furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “Which Ivy?” Ace held her hand in his large ones. “Ivy Rivera, the photographer you met few days ago.” Mrs Clark’s eyes grew bigger at the revelation. “Oh my God! So...was it that day you found out too?!” She gasped out.

She clears her throat again. I hold my breath. “The truth is I haven’t been forthcoming these last few months,” she begins slowly. “I’ve been hiding under this identity.” The crowd explodes into murmurs and flashes, before someone shouts, “What do you mean, Miss St. James? Are you saying you’re not who we think you are?” She hesitates, eyes flicking to me. I give her a small nod — go ahead. “Yes,” she says finally, her voice trembling. “My real name is actually Ivy Sinclaire Valemont.”

"Ivy, tell me the truth, why am I the one you have called here instead of your parents or brother? It's so tiring having to carry your stuff here back and forth! But then, I still have to help you unpack and arrange them? Tell me, do you have any recent grudge against me?" The girl called Ivy was a 21 years old woman with long flowing black hair with some streaks of brown from the crown to the ends of her hair, a pair of black eyes shining like jewels in a luminous night, high nose, and matte red lips. Unlike the foreign beauty of her friend, hers was quite the traditional one, black hair and eyes and very fair skin. But despite this, she could still easily squeeze into the top 10, if not th

“I should have known he wouldn’t tell you about me. I’m Xavier’s sister, Ivy.” My eyebrows shot up at that. Xavier has a sister? “Let’s start over,” she says, thrusting her hand out. “Ivy Voss. Xavier’s younger sister, professional nuisance, pack troublemaker, and I’m also great at keeping secrets.” I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me. “I’m Lyra.” “I know.” I look at the plates on the desk. “He sent you?” Ivy let out a startled laugh as she walked towards her food. “No, he absolutely did not send me.” she pulls the desk chair out and settles on it. “He’ll probably be mildly irritated when he finds out I came here to see you.”

Cyrus stood up from his seat and I did the same, matching the intruders height but she is way taller than me. "Apologize to Carmela!" "No!" The nerve of this girl to say that. What have I ever done to her? "Alicia, I'm warning you..." And I'm sure his patience is running thin. Alicia then just crossed her arms over her chest and turned to look at Cyrus. "I am not going to apologize Cyrus, not to this rug, not to anyone!" She's got some attitude and I can't take it anymore. How dare she call me a rug.

Yet, Ivy did not look back once. Outside the venue, Freya handed Ivy a flight ticket to Merica. "Congratulations on your freedom." Ivy accepted the flight ticket and sighed, saying, "Yes. I'm finally free." From that day onward, she did not belong to anyone else. She was Ivy Yarley.

Ivy The drive to my parents’ house felt unreal. My hands stayed tight around the steering wheel the entire time, my thoughts looping so violently I nearly missed two traffic lights. He knew my name. Not my screen name. Not the fake persona. My real name. And somehow that wasn’t even the worst part. The worst part was the voice. That deep calm tone had followed me out of the livestream and into the silence of my car, wrapping around every thought until I could barely breathe without hearing it again.