Ahri Popstar Novels & Stories

And in fact, she is also the one who is very affected by this mess as she still hasn't seen her son, Christian until now. "I just want to take back what I lent your sister!" Haria said in a hard voice as she was referring to Jacob. She thought of that kind of answer to annoy Girlie even more and she seemed to succeed because Girlie's eyes glared even more and even positioned herself into a fighting stance position. "Enough of the chatting, Haria! Let's end this now!" Girlie said loudly. "For my sister and the entire pack of the Night Warriors Pack, accept your end, Haria!"

The greeting is surprisingly friendly despite their resting bitch face expressions befitting the best of the Queen Bees of most teen films. "Yeah, it was so much fun, I met the most beautiful guy. Ahmed. He was the DJ and we spent all week in his room…" Poppy continues before I get a chance to say hi back. Then suddenly she stops, her face paling and she stares at Aurora as though she's said something terrible. "Uh… I didn't cheat on Alex, we ended things after the Snow Ball. Not that we were really a thing, it was a bit of fun but just didn't feel right to be anything serious, you know? Please don't hate me."

ariel:- that was nothing, I was just masturbating, what do you expect from me, I am alive and kicking don't worry. loriana:- don't lie to me, you have a dark circle under your eyes, you are thinking about that princess again, ariel:- you are right I can't take her out of my mind, I hear about that, government recruiting new soldiers for war I was a thing just thing to try for it, I just get one chance to see her again then, I might get peace.

without realizing she got emotionally attached to Sidharth. The heart doesn't ask permission to love someone. Arohi was feeling a different kind of attraction towards Siddharth but that naive girl doesn't know what is that attraction called. It was another day when everybody was enjoying ice cream in an ice cream parlour. When Shreya Mishra the beauty queen of Nainital entered the place with her friends. When she spotted Siddharth she came to him, " Hi mr Mehra, I am a big fan of yours, you know I never miss your travel show. Can I have sa selfie with you "

he pointed out, looking at the five of us. I shrugged, “the elements we control influence our physical traits.” I smiled as I looked at my sisters bickering. We really didn’t look alike. Ari had black hair which was straight and fell to her lower back and intense green eyes that turned orange when she used her powers, her red peasant dress showed off the curves on her tall hourglass frame. The wing tattoos on her back were shades of oranges, yellows, and reds. A complete contrast to Huricana with her long dark blonde hair, pale green eyes, which turned white when she used her power. Her purple peasant dress showed her slight frame. Her wing tattoos were on her back in shades of white, greys

She’s lying. “Uh-hu.” I stare at the buttons that trail down the rift between her plump breasts. Buttons that hold the almost see-through nightdress together, and my hands itch to unbutton them and let those suckers free. “You’re … an asshole … eh … a big fat stupid … heartless robot …” On the inside, Aria holds a surprisingly soft, gentle, bruised heart that occasionally overreacts … BUT she’s tough, self-assured, and intelligent … she simply is not aware of it.

When Ava said her job was boring, he bought her a custom silver-gray sports car, the license plate ending in her birthday. And me? I got a few lines of AI code to keep me placated.

“Do what?” “Don’t play dumb!” Ariana stepped closer, her voice shaking. “I know everything! I know you’ve been working with Darinna to destroy me!” The person was silent for a moment before a small smirk crossed their lips. “So… you finally found out?” Ariana’s heart pounded. “Why? I trusted you!” They stepped closer, their voice turning cold. “Because you’re too naive, Ariana.” Ariana felt a tightness in her chest. She had never imagined that the person she trusted the most was the enemy hiding behind a sweet smile.

The night was velvet-smooth, the city below glowing like a bed of diamonds scattered across darkness. Aria lay stretched across her silk sheets, her hair spilling in soft waves around her face as she lazily scrolled through I*******m. Every post was her. #AriaCarterCross was trending. Photos of her handshaking with Mr. Reed, headlines calling her “The Billion-Dollar Beauty” and “Carter Group’s Secret Weapon.” She tilted her head, a slow grin curving her lips.

I murmured, stepping closer until I could feel her breath on my lips. She smiled, radiant and excited. “I’m opening the concert with my new song—the one I recorded with Pink Diamond.” Pink Diamond—the Korean sensation dominating the charts. I kissed her fiercely, pouring all my pride, possessiveness, and fear into the kiss before forcing myself to pull away. The arena vibrated with the sound of thousands chanting her name—her name—because they adored her, because she was theirs… because she was Elara Dane. When she stepped onto the stage and the crowd erupted, my chest swelled with something primal.