Aesthetic Ariana Grande Novels & Stories

Amaris's POV How can this much beauty and perfection be awarded to a man, just one, out of billions? It's moments like this that do make me wonder if God takes a special time off to create some people. I feel he's partial when it comes to allocating beauty to his creations. I've countlessly found myself envying the beauty of Ariana Grande and Shakira, the hotness of Zayn and Drake, but the masterpiece in front of me is.. damn! He's super hot. Perfection is at its peak when it comes to him.

“I would. I mean you’re really really good at this.” She smiles at me over the mirror, “Linds, you just think I am good at it because you don’t know how to do it.” “I don’t think so. The Ariana Grande make up last year was super on point! You really looked exactly like her. And, look at my make up, I look amazing!” “Damn right you are, boo!”

“Hello, is anyone sitting here?” Ciara was wearing headphones, focused on reading a book when suddenly someone touched her shoulder, making her jump. She took off her headphones and turned to look at the person who had just started talking to her. It was a very handsome guy, the kind of guy that many girls nowadays like. His most attractive feature was probably his lip and ear piercings. Ciara glanced around and saw that there were still plenty of empty seats in the classroom. However, without saying anything, she closed her book, grabbed her backpack and moved it to the side, leaving an empty seat for the handsome guy.

Arianna gazed in awe at her reflection in the mirror. Wearing a white A-line dress with a hint of lace on the surface, paired with matching pump shoes on her slender legs, elevated Arianna's beauty to a whole new level. What added to her stunning appearance was the skillfully applied makeup that perfectly complemented her facial contours. To top it off, her hair was styled in a deliberately crafted twisted braid. Arianna Grey could hardly recognize herself at this moment. Indeed, she looked like the princesses from fairy tales she often read and watched. Even Laila, her foster mother, was amazed, not expecting her ward to look so different from before.

It didn't make her look slutty but attractive. Arianna Greece was blessed to have such a wonderful body. She was of normal weight and height, she had curves at the right places and perfect boobs size and ass. She was also a natural beauty. Once Ari was all dressed up, she proceeded to her dressing table to apply a little makeup and style her hair.

Damien's POV As Ariana descended the stairs, I lifted my gaze, and for a split second, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She was breathtaking. Stunning, even. The champagne colored dress hugged her figure perfectly, her hair cascaded down her back in soft waves and her glossy lips looks so beautiful. Her slight smile stirred something in me, something I feared alot , but I quickly pushed it down. This is a contract. No strings attached. "So? How do I look?" Ariana asked, twirling slightly.

"No, Nathaniel. My greatest folly is sticking with a man like you for this long." Nathaniel's face changed, but his expression remained cold. It was as if Ariana's words hadn't disturbed his massive ego. "I'm only offering the best solution, Ariana. You want my recognition, don't you? Plastic surgery can change your life. It can make you accepted. It can make you... desirable but all of that comes with conditions that you must fulfill!" Ariana gritted her teeth. "I'm tired Nathaniel, you never claimed me as your wife is because I'm not pretty enough!"

"I don't shake the hands of strangers and I don't tell my name to strangers either." "Hmm, but I must have heard my niece Kary call you Ari." He sends me a lopsided grin. "So it must be Aria, Ariana, Arianne or Ariadne." "Take your pick." "You look like an Ariana. You know, like Ariana Grande?" "If this is how you impress girls then I'm sorry for you." I tell him. "I'm far from impressed." "I saw you sitting here all by yourself and I thought I'd come join you." He says, grinning like I'd not just insulted him. "You don't like the party?"

It was as if any sound might break the spell and scare away the vision that had just entered. There stood Aria Vale, wearing a sleek silver gown that hugged her curves perfectly. Her usually loose hair was styled in soft, effortless waves, highlighting her smooth shoulders, elegant neck, and those delicate, striking features. Under the warm glow of the lights, she looked almost ethereal—like she’d stepped straight out of a dream. Even with only light makeup, Aria’s natural beauty was enough to make every other young woman in the room fade into the background. Someone in the crowd muttered in disbelief,

I gasped, my lips curving into a smile. Ariana walked in with her usual brightness, looking so pretty it almost annoyed me. Her hair framed her face perfectly, and she had that glow that made her look like she had stepped out of a painting. She squealed the moment she saw the dresses, her eyes widening like a child’s on her birthday. We hugged tightly, her perfume wrapping around me, comforting and familiar. She bounced a little in excitement as she pulled away. “Look at all of this! Oh my goddess, they’re perfect!” she squealed again, her hands clapping together.