Names That Go With Ivory Novels & Stories

Ivory Irene, Dad there you two are I have been trying to find you. Why didn't you just mind linking us, honey? I tried but I guess you were too busy talking. Oh, darling, I am sorry. You do remember Alpha Israel and Luna Isabelle, right? Is that little Ivory Luna Isabelle says? Look how much you have grown and you look so much like your mother, excuse me please she says. Isabelle was your mother's best friend and we were all devastated when we found out what happened. Your mother is very much missed said Alpha Israel. Thank you that is much appreciated, I say.

They are now serving life in prison. My name is Ivanka Marie Harris. My parents are Mary and Donald Harris. I have four siblings: Tiffany, William, J.R. and Sharon. My nickname is Ivy. Like Poison Ivy because once my sisters' purposely made me hide in a bunch of poison ivy, playing hide and seek as a child. I looked awful and felt awful for two solid weeks. I'm the youngest child, but it was still my fault. I should have known better at 6 years old. They were 16 and 14 years old at the time. *********

She just also needs to get used to it, she thought. "Shit, I did not know it was this painful." Ashleigh told her, they are now talking to their minds. "Me too, how's your wolf?" Ivory asked while fighting. "She's good. Her name is Killua," she replied. "Mine is Anake." Ivory told her. "Hey! What about me? I am mad but don't forget to ask, by the way, her name is Rie." Vanessa's voice seems like she is pouting and that is what they can imagine from her.

“What do you mean? He doesn’t—he doesn’t what? I don’t understand.” “Your name,” he said, voice low. “What is it?” I opened my mouth, then froze. What was my name? Air rushed in and out of my lungs, but nothing came. My mind throbbed blank, like pages ripped from a book. “I…” My lips trembled, I bit my lips before continuing. “I—Ivory. Ivory Vale.” The words tumbled out with a strange relief. “Daughter of the Vale family. Younger sister of Marcus Vale. Luna of the Vale pack.”

“Sorry I couldn't always be by your side,” Ivor said, looking at the puppy. “I hope he helps you feel comfortable living here.” My eyes widened in surprise. I looked at the naughty puppy in his arms, happy. I pat his head, he wags his tail vigorously. "What is his name?" I looked at Ivor. “Ah, oh,” Ivor faltered a little, avoiding my gaze. "He still doesn't have a name. I hope you can name him.”

The lady's eyes roamed over Ivy from her head to her toes, but not in an offensive kind of way. “Follow me. I'm Cindy, but people call me Pundy. At work people call me Pundy.” “Why Pundy? What does that mean?” “You know what? I never actually gave it a thought. What does it mean? Maybe if you add 'petite' and 'Cindy' together, who knows? What should I call you?” “Ivy.” “Ivy? Hell no! You don't want that. Trust me, you don't want to mix your nightlife with your day life; you'll regret it. Pick a name, form a name or something, but not your government name.”

"What's your name, dear?" Ivory looked down for a second, before meeting Mom's gaze. "Ivory," she said, her voice soft and a little nervous. "Ivory! What a beautiful name!" Mom beamed, clearly thrilled. Ivory's voice was barely a whisper when she replied, "T..thank you." She even stuttered a little. Mom was about to ask another question. Then Ashley and Isaac burst in. They were bickering, as usual. "Tristan, you won't believe what Isaac did to me on the way here!" Ashley yelled, She sounded annoyed.

Luxe had replied, a finger on her chin as she nodded slowly. Calla scrunched her nose, shaking her head. "No, that's my birth name." Luxe’s eyes widened. “Gurl, no. You ain't 'possed to use ya real name in a place like this.” She leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Rule number one—keep your real life and this life separate. Ya need a name that can’t follow you home.” Calla had blinked, unsure. “Like what?” Luxe grinned, tapping her chin like she was thinking hard. “Hmm… you look like a flower. Soft, but dangerous if someone touches you wrong.” Her lips curved. “Ivy.”

I turned to walk away but his warm fingers wrapped around my wrist, gentle but firm. “Wait,” he whispered. “What is your name?” Every sound around me faded. I swallowed. “Ivory,” I said. His grip tightened slightly. “You look exactly like someone I know,” he breathed, staring straight into my soul. “Exactly like my..” “Let go,” I interrupted, voice cold enough to crack glass. He blinked, stunned. “I didn’t mean to..” I pulled my wrist free. He watched me walk away, but hope clung to his voice when he called after me:

However, in the next second, the expression that originally looked tense instantly changed back to a calm and friendly look. "You know something? I want your babies to meet our babies. I've been dying to introduce them to you since yesterday, but we haven't had time for that yet." Ivory then turned to her servants and whispered something. Not long after, two servants returned with one baby each in their arms. "Introductions, these are our twin babies. He's Isaac, and this is Mackenzie." Ivory then placed both babies into the box they had provided, adjacent to Ash's box. And that's when my heart turned to emotion. Ash and Mackenzie held hands and Ivory and I exchanged a look at an unexpected