Ranfren Randal Ivory Novels & Stories

"I am Detective Rand from the police station Ms Arielle was detained before she ran away these past few hours. I recognize you as Ivy Wright's brother right? And you're the woman who was rescued alongside her in that kidnap incident?" Wren and Grant both nod, taking his offered hand in handshake. "How did you find us here?" Grant asks him, not beating around the bush. Rand chuckles, tousling his hair slightly. "I had gone to meet my superior and came back to the news of a jail break. I immediately set out for her. I stopped at her place and about an hour later, you raced past. The light inside was on and I could vaguely make out your face so I followed you. She's indirectly related to you an

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 turned to realize the source of Raiden's bewilderment. Her mother had revived her spying ways. "My name is Raiden De Ville." Raiden was courteous as always, extending his arm. "I'm Ivory's mother, Lila Remington." She took his hand. Ivory hung her head in irritation. "Come in, come in. I would love to get to know you." Lila waited for no response from either party and pulled Raiden into the apartment. Ivory couldn't help but think that this night would end in disaster. There were things about her life she didn't want people to know, much less Raiden. His knowing would make her vulnerable in his eyes and that was the last thing a casual relationship needs, emotional baggage.

Randall, on the other hand, continues to play the victim and has an annoying, pathetic smile on his face. I can't believe this two-faced liar snitched on me to my grandmother! "Why would you do that, Alex?" Grandma Rivera queries me. "He was just trying to be a gentleman." "No. No. I–I–" I stammer and grandma Rivera holds up a hand that signals me to be quiet. Again, she faces Randall, a pitying look on her face. I am sure she has completely fallen for his evil tricks. "You don't have to take her word seriously, son. I am sure she is just tired from her work at the cafe…"

He picked it up and quickly ran out of the room, Ivory kissed me one last time before deciding to wave me goodbye and let me go. “Sleep okay? You look exhausted.” I said to her, I pecked her one last time before I walked out of the door, I swear I’m going to miss her a lot, now I’m gonna be stuck with that rude and annoying mate of mine. Well, I walked down the stairs to find her and Raven laughing about something. “I honestly think I can pull her,” Raven said, no one needed to clarify to me that he was speaking about another famous human. My brother happens to be a famous model and business tycoon, every human lady thinks of him to be hot and sexy, which I clearly can’t see.

Even though I was tired of everything dark as he had rightfully called himself, I wondered if that was the right thing to do. Then as if on an adrenaline rush, I shot to my feet in search of him. I found him at my gate and held out a piece of paper to him. “That’s my number, call me.” “Even if you can’t be in my life, we should at least exchange names and contact.” He smiled sadly, extending a hand to me. “I’m Spencer, Spencer Clint.” “Ivory,” I replied, shaking his hand. “I am Ivory Hollis.” “Thank you for giving me the chance to know you, Ivory. I wish you a good life with your son. For us, I should remain dead to you. I am nothing but dead weight.”

Joanna was a well-behaved girl, with a small and fair appearance. After the two of them got off the car, Randy walked up the mountain road. The road was very narrow and the car couldn't drive up, so it had to be parked below. Joanna saw him walking very fast and quickly followed. "Randy, why were you walking so fast?" Randy's feet didn't stop, thinking about Lena, his heart became even more anxious. "This was the first task Lena entrusted to me, and I was determined to complete it." He didn't want Lena to think he was a loser, so this time, even if it meant breaking both legs, he had to find Dashawn Santana to get some insomnia medication.

In that image, she saw a familiar figure of a man dressed in a light gray shirt sunbathing on the balcony with a thick book on his thigh. Even though Randall was a mob boss, he was also a cultural man. In fact, he looked like a perfect gentleman with his gold-rimmed glasses on. He had fallen in love with reading ever since he got snubbed by a female university student for being uncultured. He would read anything except for medical books. That was because not only did Rowena not allow him to touch her, but she would not let him touch anything in the medical field as well. "Randall!" At that moment, Lola, donned in an apron, came running and shoved some ratatouille into Randall's mouth for him

"When one gets desperate enough, he'll try anything to make money. But after all these years in Lunvale, Tiberius hardly has any friends left and doesn't have any real power. How does he make money? He can't even borrow any. Let's check which of his properties or land he owns privately." Jacob pulled out the earlier investigation notes, flipping through the pages as he spoke. "He only has one or two estates left. The better land has been leased out. The remaining estate is in an awkward location. It's either impossible to rent or unsuitable for farming or planting fruit trees." "Send someone to investigate quietly," Rafael instructed, his fingers pressing against his temple. "I'll speak with

“Mom, dad, this is Ivory, my mate.” The cup Susan was holding crashed to the ground and shattered in pieces. “Oh my!” She brought her hand up to her mouth and just stared at me before looking me up and down. I was very much aware of the group of people that came over to watch. “Hump, you said your name was Ivory?” Brent asked, looking at me skeptically. “Hello Alpha Brent, my name is indeed Ivory. I am the daughter of Gwen and Nathaniel Peterson of the Midnight Moon Pack.” I didn’t stick my hand out as it would be improper to do so unless he asked to shake my hand first.