Blue Ivy Siblings Novels & Stories

Ivy hit Nathan so hard. “What did you do to my sister? You pervert!” Ivy yelled. “Oh come on, sis, I just told her the twins were going to be my nieces, and she choked on her drink.” Ivy brushed my hair back and made me drink water again. “You feel better, sis?” I nodded. She turned to face Nathan and said, “We booked table 10. What are you doing here?” “Am I not allowed to check on my nieces?” “Right, they are not yet born. Now, table 10.”

13 - Can I join in the hug? Aiden “Why are you so late—oh.” I watched Ivy’s blue eyes widen when she glanced beside me. “Hey, Bug,” Hayden grinned, looking at his little sister who stood at the doorway. Zara, the Princess of Azmia and fiancée of my best-friend waved at Ivy. Ivy didn’t miss a beat and lunged in her arms and hugged her as much as she could with a huge bump between them. I had asked Hayden in the car if they were having twins, and by the look of horror between the couple, I knew my answer.

Or, in Ember’s case, looking for her unique magical abilities. “Hey, Ebony. Um … How’s it going over there? It’s been a week and we have heard anything from you or Benedict. Some honeymoon or what.” Ebony sat back in her chair. She didn’t know her sister well. Sure, they’d shared a womb with their sister Ivory, but their mother and father raised Ebony. Their aunt and uncle raised Ivory as their own, but for a mistaken belief they had, they’d rejected Sapphire and rejected Sapphire. She’d led the hardest life of all the Percival siblings. Despite this, Ebony considered herself the sweetest and scariest.

"Nathan, we can't let such incidents ruin our night. Let's focus on the fact that we stood up against those harassers, and we're stronger together." Nathan, appreciating Ivy's resilience, managed a nod. "You're right, Ivy. We won't let this define our evening." As they neared their residence, the quiet ride allowed both Nathan and Ivy to reflect on the complexities of their intertwined lives. The incident at the party served as a stark reminder of the challenges they faced as a duo, a brother protecting his sister in a world that often misunderstood their relationship.

“Let’s go, Zara.” I blinked out of the memories and smiled at Ivy. The photo frame she had been seeing caught my eye. It was Ivy and her brother as kids and some other kid standing beside them. He was holding her in his arms as if he was about to raise her to the sky and tickle her with an infectious grin on his face. He had similar eyes to Ivy in the photo, the bluest I had ever seen. “That’s Robert. He is always busy with his work nowadays. Come on.”

"I'll open that at lunch, okay?" "Sure! We're going to be late for the first lesson anyway." On cue, the bell rang, and they made their way to English class. Sapphira was far more concerned about males sniffing her out as someone with royal blood. Since family smelled the same, she hoped that no one at the Mating Ball had met King Iri. Or her insane brother. The morning classes went quickly, and as Sapphira and El headed out onto the Common for lunch, the twins, Cressa and Lucas, caught up with them.

No one knows their Mom is married to my Dad, that we all live together in the same house and they're my supposed step siblings. It's their duty to stay the hell away from me. "Woah, wait, are they heading towards Kate's and her minions table?" Someone whispers. "Looks like it." Another person tisks. "Hey, Maxie! You sure don't wanna get germs in your food right, there are empty seats here for you and your siblings!" Ivy's voice sounds around the cafeteria and bounces through the walls. Students around us erupts in laughter, followed by whispers. I intend to rise to my feet and give her a good comeback but Ver places her hand on mine to restrain me.

Now, Ivy was a whirlwind of energy, a testament to the love that surrounded her. As the evening unfolded, friends and family shared anecdotes and memories, each contributing to the rich tapestry of Ivy's life. Aunt Rose, who had once argued about the name, couldn't help but express how Ivy Everest had become synonymous with beauty and strength. Bel, now a teenager with an air of maturity, stood by Harley's side, watching Ivy with a mixture of sisterly affection and pride. She had embraced the role of a big sister with grace, offering guidance and sharing in Ivy's adventures.

"I don't see the problem here. You've liked Vlad for so long. Maybe it's time to give love a chance. Embrace this newness and see where it leads. You deserve happiness, cousin." "This isn't happiness. Vlad must be a playboy who was just messing around with Raven. I wonder how she's feeling right now" Ivy rolled her eyes, chucking unpleasantly. "How is that any of your business?" She was my cousin, but has never liked Raven and didn't fail to hurt her when the chance came up. She treated Raven like a nuisance and sometimes, I intervened, reminding Ivy that she was my sibling. Like now. "She's my only sibling," I said, shrugging her statement and crawling under the covers.

Chattering the whole time. “Ivy, did you know I have two younger brothers? One of them still wets the bed, but don’t tell anyone I said that.” She laughed at her own confession, not waiting for my response before diving into the next. “And my mother, she’s an herbalist. Makes tea for everything. I swear, she could cure heartbreak with a pot of chamomile.” I made a noncommittal hum. “What about you? Any siblings?” “None.” “Parents? Are they strict?”