Aesthetic Ariana Grande Novels & Stories

"Sure, you must be Venessa Davidson?" "Yes, I am." "Okay, I'll walk you to the studio." The maid said. Ariana's apartment was so beautiful, I felt like I was in heaven. I climbed the stairs and looked around, I was wowed by the arts, paintings, and decorations. "I'm glad to meet you, Mrs. Davidson." Ariana offered a handshake. I'm like oh my god, I can't believe this, is this a dream or something. I'm standing in front of the world's best female vocalist. I'm super excited to work with her.

Aria is a 21-year-old woman who is struggling with who she really is. She’s 5’3”, 140lbs, has Hazel eyes with a sapphire ring around the outside, porcelain skin, mahogany red hair a round face with full lips, a perfectly proportioned nose that’s slightly turned down and a cleft chin. Her body is toned with an hourglass figure that is slightly larger in the bottom. She cares a great deal about her health without making it an obsession. She loves reading, writing, and being outdoors. She has no problem staying in and enjoying a home cooked meal by the fireplace. She hasn’t been very lucky in love and she suspects that it has to do with whatever her family seems to be hiding from her.

She stared, mesmerised, unable to tear her gaze away. Her gaze fell on a big painting on the far wall. She felt herself being drawn toward it, tugged by the image with an insistence that was beyond explanation. There was a woman in this painting, sitting by the edge of a mountain stream, her back turned. Her long, silver hair cascaded down her bare back, to lie along its length like a river of moonlight. Though her face was veiled, her aura spoke volumes about elegance, majesty, and an ethereal beauty that made Ariana's heart ache for something unnamed.

She cursed herself mentally. She was still lost in thought when a hand tapped her shoulder. She flinched in shock and almost reacted with a punch. She turned swiftly to see a girl who looked her age, standing behind her and wearing what looked like a maid's uniform. The girl was pretty,with big brown eyes,an oval face, small red lips and a slim figure. Amaya looked at her open-mouthed for almost a minute before the girl snapped her back to reality. "You must be the new girl the Don brought back earlier" the girl said in her tiny angelic voice.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the center of attention." Ariadne turned her gaze to find Ashley Greene glaring at her with hatred written all over her face. She knew Ashley never liked her but she always wondered why the girl bears so much hatred in her eyes whenever she sees her. Noticing her presence, the makeup assistants tried to maintain her professionalism by greeting her with broad smiles on their faces. "Welcome Miss Greene,” On the other hand, the top makeup artist paid her no heed, which further enraged her. One of the makeup assistants sized up Ariadne and commented on her appearance, “Whoaaa, Miss Bardell. You have such perfect skin, like there’s no single pores on it at all. Wha

The strong fragrance of expensive imported perfume drifted into the room, and Jenna looked up. Aria McAdams's sexy and beautiful figure walked in. She was wearing a rose-colored short pencil dress, and it had a deep plunge in the middle that almost reached her navel, making her look erotic and alluring. Her long and wavy luscious blonde hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her hot and plump red lips were sensual to the extreme. Her skinny high-heels lengthened and slimmed down her body shape. With her striking attractiveness, she was fitting for the title of the woman behind Hansen Richards, the president of the powerful Richards Group.

Aria’s kindness towards the maids, her grace under pressure, and her unwavering dedication to her art—all these qualities remind me of why I fell in love with her in the first place. Aria’s painting is nearly complete. It’s a portrait of me in the garden, surrounded by vibrant flowers and lush greenery. She captures not just my likeness but something deeper—perhaps my vulnerability, my longing, or the strength she believes in me. Every stroke of her brush feels like a revelation, an insight into how she sees me.

Ariana’s POV The day of the gala arrived with a knot already tied in my stomach. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the woman looking back at me. She might run away at any second. The midnight-blue gown was perfect, hugging my curves the way it had in the boutique. It made me look elegant and beautiful. My hair was swept back, and my makeup was subtle. I looked… ready. I didn’t feel ready. My phone buzzed on the vanity. It was Alex.

Ariel curled her lips and looked at him with disgust. "Your legs look good, but they're not particularly great either. So, you'd better cover them up! Don't make a fool of yourself!" Christin frowned, putting on a straight face, "I have special tastes so only I will love those legs!" Ariel said, "Then tell me, is there anyone whose legs are better than mine?" She was well known for having the most beautiful legs in the entertainment industry. He actually complained that her legs were not great! Such a tasteless fellow!

Arianna pov I could feel her eyes on me, burning with disdain, and I quickly averted my gaze, wishing I could disappear into the bed beneath me. She was beautiful, in a way that only someone who had been groomed for power could be. She was everything I was not—confident, poised, and, from what I could tell, ready to destroy anyone who stood in her way. Alpha Kael didn’t immediately move, and neither did I. The air between us grew thick with tension.