Names That Go With Ivory Novels & Stories

I explained with a tiny chuckle watching as Grace’s face just filled with astonishment, as though my name was so important. “How are you even real… Ivory Belle Howard is the prettiest name I’ve ever heard?!” She exclaimed complimenting me and my name as Dominic smiled writing it down but was sure to add in his own comment. “It is beautiful, but I believe Ivory Belle Blackwood sounds perfect.” He commented with his own smile looking over to me, it took me second to realise what he meant before my heart seemed to flutter, and I placed my head on his with a smile of my own.

Kevin confirmed, also smiling. “I think Ivory suits her perfectly well. She will be named Ivory”, Ellie said, smiling. She had decided to name her baby, after her late mother. “What a beautiful name!!!! Can’t believe I am finally an aunt!!! Don’t worry Ivory, Aunt will take good care of you. Aunt is here to give you all the love you will be needing. I will make sure to be the best aunt ever,” Carla said childishly, which made both Ellie and Kevin laughed at her childishness. Carla took Ivory away from her mother’s arms and held her in her arms instead, walking around the house, while singing happily.

"You're perceptive, as expected. It appears I've found myself in the company of two of your pack members." "Is that so?" His voice sharpened with concern. "A boy and a girl, by any chance?" "Yes," I said, watching the color drain from their faces. Their wide-eyed pleas sliced through me. With a subtle press, I muted the conversation. "Why so desperate for anonymity? Is Morrison going to punish you?" Ivy, with a bravery that hinted at lineage, almost playfully countered, "Define 'punish'." In that moment, the pieces fell into place, and her heritage clicked like a lock in my mind. Reengaging the call, I swallowed the truth, fashioning it delicately. "Their names? Ivy and Rowan. Familiar to yo

Despite her initial reluctant, Ivory was having the best time of her life, so far, at the club. "Fun, isn't it?" Emma asked as they sipped on their drinks and vibe to the jam of Opal Heights. Ivory nodded her head. "It is." Her expression fell a bit. "I can't believe I gave this up for..." She didn't allow his name leave her lips. It was now considered a forbidden name. A name belonging to the man who had caused her so much pain, caused her to sacrifice so much, yet, felt zero remorse for his actions.

Because I had never heard that voice before, I doubt that Aleena knew someone with that voice. ‘My name is Ivory. I’m Evangeline’s Lycan wolf.’ she responded, and slowly an image of a huge beautiful white wolf with electric blue appeared in my mind. When I told you HUGE, it meant she was really HUGE. ‘I waiting for the opportunity when I could finally talk to you, my little sister.’

Ivy said. "Can you tell me his full name so that I can research it." Ivy demanded. Ivanna wanted to laugh, Ivy is just so demanding and her curiosity kills her. Ivanna told his name and that Ivy was really searching for it. "Oh my God!" Ivy shouted. Ivanna was doomed. "Why? What's wrong?" she asked. "Ivanna, he's so damn hot. Are you kidding me??! He's so handsome and yummy brrrr." Ivy said Ivanna was laughing.

“But admit it—she’d have the coolest name in her class.” “Or she’d sound like a Marvel villain.” “Which is not necessarily a bad thing, or do you not like marvel?” “I’m just not a big fan”. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help but smile. “Okay, let’s compromise. I like Ivy. And I like Liana.” “So… Ivy Liana?” I nodded. “Ivy Liana Bloodhound.” Alex repeated it slowly, testing it. Then, to my surprise, he smiled. “Ivy Liana,” he said, nodding in approval. “I like it, it's cool, I can imagine a little one as beautiful as you, bearing Ivy, and I'm like, Ivy stop running down the house” he laughed heartily.

∆NO POV∆ "Ms. Ivory, the rising star of the city," The voice coming out of the television, without thinking twice, Jacob threw the flower vase towards television breaking it being enraged after hearing Ivory's name. His frustration was evident as he kicked the magazines and newspapers scattered on the floor. Each one has a common theme, Ivory’s name, her accomplishments, her rising status with her new start-up. "Ivory... Ivory," he spat, his voice laced with bitterness. "Why is she everywhere? Why should her name be on everyone’s lips?"

“You ever gonna tell me what her name was?” He tensed. Liv noticed. She didn’t push. “I don’t need the story,” she said, curling closer. “I just like to know what I’m up against.” “You’re not up against anything,” he said quietly. She smirked. “That’s what men always say before they disappear for a month and come back needing therapy.” Willis laughed—dry, broken, real. “Her name was Ivory.” Liv’s brow lifted slightly. “Was?” “Still is,” he muttered. “She’s not dead.”

Harper blinks at us like it is supposed to be obvious. The group laughs, everyone saying what they thought about their couple name. “Isavan.” I murmur, trying out the name. It rolls off my tongue easily, like that was how it was always meant to be. But I know that’s obviously rubbish, it’s just our names jammed together. Alphabets arranged together. Somehow when I look at Ivan this time, he is looking at me, expression soft. “Isavan.” he whispers, My head swings back to the fire.