Novel & Cerita Aesthetic Ariana Grande

She froze. “…You designed these?” “Yes.” “Holy hell.” She grabbed a sketch, eyes devouring every line. “These aren’t pretty. They’re violent. Emotional. Intimate.” “Exactly.” “I’m in,” she said instantly. I raised a brow. “That’s not how interviews usually go.” “Then you’ve been interviewing the wrong people.” We laughed. Aria specialized in rare stones—unusual cuts, imperfect clarity, dramatic hues. She believed flaws created character. “I don’t do safe,” she said. “I do unforgettable.”

"I don't go by that anymore and I'm sure you know why." "Aren't you even going to ask me how I've been doing?" She stared at me moon-eyed and poked me playfully on my chest. A childish pout appeared on her lips. She hadn't changed at all. She still looked the same, petite, wide-eyed with long, wavy ginger hair and alabaster skin, she looked divine like an angel. Ariana was damn beautiful and she knew it. Her beauty had got me hooked to her years ago and even now, she was still as gorgeous. But I was over her and everything that was connected to her.

The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, spilled liquor, and the electric anticipation of a night trying too hard to be forgotten. Naturally, Aria was at the heart of it. She’d claimed the space in front of our booth as her personal stage, her red sequined dress catching every flash of light and scattering them like sparks across her skin. She threw her head back, laughing, her glossy hair whipping around her face as she dramatically lip-synced every word of Dua Lipa’s “Don’t Start Now,” one hand clutching her glass, the other raised to an adoring crowd of none.

Stuck With U - Ariana Grande & Justin Bieber 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 Welcome to the new Rara. I've been trying to organize my life, the result? I'll look fine in front of everyone. As if I was the happiest human being.

The band started playing the Spice Girls' song -- wannabe. She flared her hair to the right and those hips to the left, relishing herself. She is the most uptight girl I've ever seen - but right now that same uptight girl seems like a goddess. Some other girls from the bar also joined her getting with her on the table. And as she laughs, and dances, I realize this is how I want to see her. Everyday. This happy, this carefree, this confident. "Hey, DJ play Ariana Grande's God is a woman."

I say. "Okay," she mumbles in disbelief. I think she is still trying to figure out what's happening. I hung up the call and dash to the bathroom to freshen up. Aria comes out of her apartment dressed in a pair of tight dark blue skinny jeans and a pink blouse, a small leather purse with a chain strap slung over her shoulder. Her ability to look amazing in any outfit really throws me through a loop. When I first laid eyes on her the hotel club, I never would have imagined she had such a wonderful fashion sense. She looks like a model straight off a runway –classy, sophisticated, and downright sexy.

I took one more look at the mirror and rest assured that I looked every step like Leena, I stepped out of the room. MAXXY'S POV I watched Ariana step into the sitting room dressed just like Leena,no....she's Leena now. Her hair,dress, everything. The only difference was she still had this rough vibes around her. When she got to my side,I inhaled her scent....she smelt Rosy, Leena. I smiled. "What happened to your hair?",I asked. "Looking like Leena Rashford",she replied smiling. "Good job". I smiled at her,Lunatic is also a thugress in a celebrity cover.

Ariana had an innate, innocent beauty that told you she'd love you and keep you safe forever. But she also had a body that would break your heart. Ariana was tall, nearly matching my own height of six feet. Yet her breasts still managed to look overlarge on her frame. She worked hard to stay in shape, too, with a flat stomach, long shapely legs, and a pert bubble butt. She kept her thick, brown hair long, letting it hang straight down to the middle of her back.

"We've got a new face." Four heads turned. Gia was the first to rise. Her beauty was loud—curves wrapped in crimson velvet, with hair like molten gold and a mouth made for trouble. She moved like fire, slow and consuming, and her gaze skimmed over Aurora like a critic judging a rare gem. Kim and Ariana followed. Ariana wore rhinestones on her collarbone like armor, her cheekbones sharp enough to slice. Kim was quieter, darker, with a gaze that could flay a man alive or lull him into a dream.

Athena was already there. Her form shimmered, tall and sculpted with impossible grace. Hair cascading in threads of pale dark ash brown gold. Sharp dark grey eyes like a war drum slowed to a heartbeat. Armor kissed her skin like a second soul, but it was her mouth — firm, slightly parted — that held Aria's attention. She was powerful, and it clung to her like perfume. Every step she took sent little shivers down Aria's spine, like a distant memory crawling forward. "You came again," Aria murmured, voice airy with awe.