Aesthetic Ariana Grande Novels & Stories

I'm glad to know that with the help of a makeover, my hair turned straight with an ebony shade, and her secretary Denise gave me a green contact lens to duplicate Anika's face and grace. Seeing myself in the mirror-like a princess, I feel contented about myself somehow in this modern world. I don't know what I feel but I wish it would change because this is not normal. I am Ariana Ferrer and I have a husband Arem. I am a married woman in my time and now, I think I started to feel special when Argus lay his eyes on me. The way his lips tease mine, it's like heaven. "Stop this! Stop Ariana, this is insane! I need to focus on the party tonight! Right, the party!" I said to myself.

*Ariana* "No, I think this one looks better on me," Bel and I were arguing about which bikini suit looked better on ME. "ME" better. I'm pretty sure the ME was bold and in capital letters. Like, how can you tell me what's best for me? Do you know who I am? If you don't—which I doubt you do—I am Ariana Kings. The one and only. Last daughter of The Kings family. The princess of it all. I'm a somebody, mehn.

I listen for a second and when no sound follows I know I'm alone and knew it won't last long so I take a few quick pictures in front of the large polished mirror, I looked damned good if I do say so myself, and my make up was holding up, I flipped through the pics, I clicked send the one I think came out best, smiling when I dialed my friend who made this possible. “Oooh hey there Arianna Grande, that ponytail is serving” Her voice comes through the speaker, and I can only see her eyes, nose and white teeth. “You think?” I flipped twice with a wide grin. “And the outfit, slayed, did you take any pictures? I mean I***a-worthy pictures?” “Nope, what you doing?” Her nose came down Studying.” He

he cooed. "I ate more than you did" I retorted. "That doesn't matter, I look a lot more healthy than you do" he steered things up. "That because you are big and tall, while I have a petite body figure" I answered. "You've said it all baby, big and tall equals healthy, petite body figure equals unhealthy" he muttered. "So that means Ariana Grande is unhealthy?" I asked. "Yeah" he replied. I shifted my gaze from him and just stared outside the window. I folded my hands across my chest not sparing him a glance.

Chapter 54 She was dressed as elegant as ever, her beautiful skin glowed like luxury itself. If one told you she was the daughter of the queen herself you would Believe. She looked like she had just come out of a hole that consisted of the finest and the freshest leaves. Ariana stood up to greet the woman in front of her. Her smile was never leaving. She had the face of a goddess. Ariana found it hard to believe the woman that stared at her was currently human. She was going to make the best pageant queen.

To say she was stunned was an understatement, she was a totally different person. The makeup was simple and plain, making the features she didn’t notice prominent. Her plump lips were painted with a nude paint and some lip gloss. Her hair now looked like it was a flower, the hair stylist deserved an award, she really did a wonderful job, they both did. “How is it?” The stylist asked. “It’s wonderful, thank you so much”, Ariana said offering her a smile. “You are welcome, and you look so beautiful”. The stylist said before she walked away. Martha walked over to where Ariana was sitting. “Oh my goodness, you look so beautiful, like a princess”, her mother said pushing the tears that threatened

AYRA I felt nervousness form bubbles in my stomach as I stared at myself in the full-length pink mirror. The elegant cyan dress hugged my curves perfectly as the color made my skin pop under the light. My stylist had pulled my hair up in a clean and sophisticated updo done with enough styling gel that I could drown in just to tame my wild hair, and secured with sleek hair sticks that added an edgy sharpness to the look. "You look like a goddess," Raven said, adjusting the final details of my jewelry, which honestly didn't need adjusting. Raven was just a brutal Perfectionist. "Seriously, Ayra. This look is going to break the internet."

"Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed And it's no big surprise Don't you think I know Exactly where I stand This world is forcing me To hold your hand 'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me Well don't let me out of your sight Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights Oh, I've had it up to here!" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I pai

Then again, Mariano didn't like any person who hung out around me and had the male anatomy. "Show me your dress!" Aria squealed once we reached home and she had taken out all her makeup supplies. "It's in my closet. First rack." Aria shrieked when her eyes met the peach lace. "So damn pretty!" "You're gonna be the prettiest girl there." I don't know about being the prettiest, but I sure did feel pretty. Aria was so fucking great at makeup. Aiden had the look of a proud father on his face. The guy was way too protective.

Seeing Aria wrapped in my coat, holding her dress with such natural grace, stirs something in me more deeply than any extravagant vision ever could. “How about this?” I suggest, sliding my hands over hers, gently moving them away from the dress. The sight before me is both alluring and divine. The fabric glides softly down her body, revealing a view that completely captivates me. Aria is radiant, her beauty so overwhelming that, for a moment, it steals my breath. It’s as if the entire world pauses to admire only her. Her eyes meet mine with intensity, and the smile she gives me is devastating—a smile that transcends words, speaking directly to my heart and leaving me utterly defenseless.