Ebony And Ivory Meaning Novels & Stories

“You’ve got taste, Julian.” My skin prickled. No one had called him that out loud. Not in front of me. “Don’t,” Ethan said, stepping between us. But I already saw the way her presence got under his skin. Not fear. Not love. Something uglier. Like history that refused to rot quietly. “You shouldn’t be here,” Ethan said, his voice darkening. Ivory’s smile widened. “Oh, but I should. Because unlike your charming cousin over there, I don’t make mistakes. I make moves.”

What did Ivory have that warranted her to have Gadreel’s heart, be in the spotlight like she craved and inherit the things that were meant to be hers? What did she have that Evangeline didn’t? “What…” She whispered, her voice a hoarse croak as her eyes returned to the photo, and her hand shaking, as her emotions became a chaotic mess. “What does she have that I don’t?” She asked the question, but deep inside, she knew the answer. Nothing. Ivory didn’t have anything special. In fact, Evangeline would say, she was the complete opposite of special.

Whatever Ivy, belief me or not, I am making all of this because I want to protect this game. I didn’t even look at her hand where Icy bit because of her gloves. What’s that for? We are not in England to wear that. She is out of the classic fashion I want for my woman. Simple but elegant. She knows how I hate the black color. It was a negative color. A pessimist and brings bad luck. As if your grieving always for something.

Ivy eyed the necklace with longing, clinging to Caleb's arm and cooing, "Brother Caleb, I'm not feeling well. Moonstone energy can help stabilize my wolf spirit. Can you give it to me?" "Nonsense." Caleb looked at her disapprovingly. "This is a token of my affection for Elena. I can't just give it away." Ivy's eyes immediately welled up. "So, in your eyes, I'm just an outsider?" Caleb quickly dabbed at her tears, then turned to me apologetically. "Elena, you've always loved dressing up since you were little. You have plenty of similar jewelry at home. How about you let Ivy have this necklace?"

Her tiny hands reached for my face while slightly pulling at my hair. “Daniella winked. “See? Even your god-daughter agrees. Right Ivy?”. I kissed Ivy’s soft cheek and sighed, my tiredness melting a little at her sweet laugh filled my eyes like melody. Ivy was the reason I live. As my first and only child, Sha means what a gem stone would mean to a treasure hunter “At least there's someone who still loves me without all the fame talk,” I teased, holding her close.

“Whoever you are and whatever you are, just leave me alone.” For some reason, I can feel her rolling her eyes at me. “Right. As if I can do that. Do you think I have a choice here? We’re tied for life and unfortunately for both of us, we’re stuck with each other. Do you think I’m here celebrating that?” She lets out a long sigh. “Besides, didn’t I already introduce myself to you? I’m Ivory, your Lycan. What the hell do you mean by not knowing who I am and what I am? You’re thick, girl. And not the good kind of thick.”

Ivory said. Gwen gasped. “You! That is why I ignore you. You can’t talk to me like that!” Gwen screeched. “Yes, I can. Since you can talk like that to Elina, I can too. Who do you think you are? Just because your husband is now an elder doesn’t mean you can step on others. We are all equal here!” Ivory retorted. “Ivory, it’s fine,” I said, holding her hand. Gwen stomped her feet.

Sapphire smiled smugly at Ivory at the simple proof of an answer. “You just have to be the smart one, don’t you?” Ivory was laughing and snuffling at the same time. “You’re the pretty one. I’m the smart one. Think Ebony is the one that makes friends and influences people? Or is she the one that talks to animals and plant?” Sapphire tried to envision what their sister was like. “I’d say we need to find her to know that.” it overwhelmed Ivory with the change between Sapphire and herself. Now she would have to deal with a second, unknown sister. It was intimidating.

“Fuck. Just what this world needs another male Godwin. But it don’t work like that bitch. If it’s a girl, you’ll be naming her after moi, best friend in the world of course.” Ebony placed an open hand across her chest as if Amber didn’t know who her best friend was. Ebony was the only true friend she had left over the years. The one who’d never abandoned her or stabbed her in the back. Beneath her often tough, bitchy exterior, Ebony LaChance was good people.

Her voice trembles and I see tears shimmering in her eyes. I stand up and gently place a hand on her cheek. Sparks of electricity come between us and she shivers under my touch. As I look into her eyes, a name comes to mind. Her hair and eyes are black... so it only seems fitting right. "Are you... Ebony?" I ask carefully. "That name... suits you so... I hope you are." It fits her like a glove.