Names That Go With Ivory Novels & Stories

But now… Now I knew. Ivy. That was the name I’d overheard Kade and Serena saying that night I’d snuck in. Was that my child’s name? Ivy? A sweet little girl with a name of poison… It was better than anything I could have ever wanted. I needed her. Needed to protect her.

Slowly, he walked to them and beheld their beautiful faces, his eyes filled with love and warmth for them. "They are beautiful." Ivy smiled at her babies. "Anna and William, perfect names," Ivy said and glanced at Tarquin who nodded. Tarquin took William from his mother and held him in his arms. "You're going to be like me," Tarquin muttered. "He should be like me, Tessa already has a sassy attitude, I don't want another copy of you," Ivy said, jokingly. Tarquin laughed and reached for her lips. He kissed her and the babies suddenly cried.

Lillian's eyes watered as she took in sight of the renewed Ivy vines' green vibrancy cutting against the backdrop of the gray skies. "Ivy, your name will be Ivy."

"I doubt she will. I'm sure she will be fine." "Tomorrow we find out the sex of the baby," she informed me. "That's great! We should start thinking of names." "If it's a boy, I like Damien Michael Vanderbilt," she smiled. "Sounds good. If it's a girl, how about Carmen Lilly Vanderbilt?" I suggested. "Yes I love it. I can't wait until we find out and become parents. I'm so excited," Ivory beamed. "I am too baby," I kissed her lips softly. "I love you Haden."

My voice, now smoky, lilting, unfamiliar had taken me days of practice to perfect. “Say it again,” Carol said from behind me. I closed my eyes for a second, then whispered, “My name is Ivory.” “Louder. With purpose.” “My name is Ivory.” I opened my eyes and met hers through the reflection. “ Grey leaned against the wall, arms folded. His jaw was tight, as usual. “You don’t just look different,” he murmured. “You are different.” I stood slowly, running my fingers down the soft silk of the white blouse Carol had chosen for me clean, sharp lines. Ivory on ivory.

Ivory was a sweet little girl born to the lord and lady of Davister witch, the most powerful of all the three clan. She was the ideal daughter but lacked the will to perform magic, despite this her parents still loved her and made her their major priority, knowing that their god Selene would surely bless their daughter. All attention was on Ivory while her younger sister Alovia was left out.

When I entered I saw Ivory on the couch looking at me with a frown. That wasn't surprising because I knew that we don't really get along. All she's doing for me is because of Nelson. I don't know why she's just so stubborn and wouldn't warm up to me. "Ivory, what's wrong?" I asked her. That was my mistake. I shouldn't have called her Ivory. She does get pissed off at that name. "Do not call me that name!" She snapped at me. "I'm sorry it's a mistake," I quickly apologized.

If it weren’t for Lia already beating those men, I would kill them for putting their hands on my woman. “It’s okay, Ivy. This guy’s a friend.” Lia assures with a smile then whispers something into her ear, making my mate release her from her arms before she gives me a shy smile. So her name is Ivy. Ivy. Symbol of love, friendship and eternal life. How fitting. “Shall we, my lady?” I bow chivalrously, offering my hand to my sweet mate. Ivy giggles cutely, putting her tiny hand in mine. “We shall.” She curtsies. Oh my sweet mate. Absolutely adorable.

Daphne's POV I wasn't ready at all. For anything at all, and it took Andrew for me to see it. It takes more than the identity of Ivory to ruin the Caddels, I must have a name to do it. All the research I made, had me wondering if there was ever someone named Ivory. Ivory Rodriguez was an invisible figure, but her Dad was a force, while The Caddels Triplets had their name with or without their Dad…they were a force with backup.

“Ivory.” I repeated the name softly, testing it on my tongue. Ella nodded approvingly. “It suits you.” It felt distant enough from Emily… but still mine. “Ivory it is,” I said. And just like that, Emily was gone. My entrance into high society was… seamless. Money opened doors. Influence kept them open. As Ivory, I was everything they admired. Elegant. Quiet. Mysterious. An investor with connections no one could quite trace. They didn’t question it.