Ara Ara Anime Novels & Stories

ARAIA's P.O.V "This would be good." I nodded my head. "How about this?" He asks. I stare at the model that he's pertaining to and say, "I like it." "Alright, we'll get this and this." "Yes Alpha." The female servant went out carrying her things. "..." Uhm… You might be wondering what happened so… ** "Miss Araia?" Hmm? "Yes?" I'm currently doing my hair. "Alpha Alejandro wants to see you right now."

They would chase one another through the underbrush, their figures weaving a tapestry of movement, and Aria, invigorated by their untamed spirit, reveled in the joy and freedom they embodied. In this delicate dance of friendship, she dedicated herself to learning their names and personalities. Akira, the strong gray male, radiated a protective nature, always vigilant, a quiet guardian watching over her. Luna, the sleek black female, was a bundle of playful energy, her exuberance often instigating wild chases, while Zephyr, a mischievous young gray male, was renowned for his daring escapades, darting off into the woods, exploring the boundaries of their territory with boundless curiosity.

she grinned. " Still no news from, you know who?" Alianna asked her friend. "Nope, nothing, nada. It's just us against the world------ what the hell is his mama doing here?" Xara spat as she saw Aurora at her door. Alianna got off the table and ushered the woman in despite Xara's glares. "I'd be in my office," Alia told. "Nope, stay...youre staying here with us," Xara argued as Alia sat on the couch.

"Oh! That's why you like showers too." "Yeah, I think," "What is it? Do you feel unwell?" . "... I--" He sneezed "I've caught a cold actually." Kurosava was sitting inside his cabin when he received the call. He picked it up and got the good news. "You found her?!" He sprung up from his chair while pressing his phone on his ears. "Yes, her name is Aria. She debuted from Kirito's company. However, she didn't take any projects after that"

Aria’s POV “You are awake.” The voice drifted from behind me, calm yet firm. I turned, and my eyes landed on her. Sierra-de-Luna. She stood tall, her figure graceful and commanding, her brown eyes gleaming like polished stones. Her hips swayed naturally with her steps, her curly hair tumbling down her shoulders, and her light complexion glowing in the soft light of the room. She was dressed in a loose white silk nightgown that whispered against the floor as she moved.

“Want to share it with me?” Ara was not able to talk to Harvey about her discomfort in meeting Arrianne’s brother. Ara's discomfort comes from her experience in the past, which was not in any way related to the present Arrianne. In addition, Ara does not know anything about Arrianne’s brother, which makes her feel more uncomfortable. But since she has ‘amnesia’, Ara can only act as one.

"We cannot do anything as Aliara fancies the man. The only thing she can do now is to accept all the consequences of it when she let it sprung inside her heart. Would she fight the blade that was hindering them or would she let it cut her skin until it festered and lead her to death?" We cannot answer what she said. "Only you have the answer, Aliara," she said lastly before she gave us a small smile and bowed down before she went away. I just stared at nothing. Forcing myself to internalize what she has said. That kid is really ridiculous. I WAS seated in front of the stream, staring at the moon's reflection on the water, drowning from my own thoughts. I sighed and shifted my stare to the ri

"Ara, can you tell us what's happening to Ricky?" Ara hesitated, her eyes darting nervously around the room, as if searching for reassurance or guidance. "I think I know what's going on," she said slowly, her voice measured and deliberate, "but I need to be sure. I need to perform a ritual to connect with Ricky's energy and find out what's happening to him." The room erupted into a flurry of activity as Ara began to prepare for the ritual, her hands moving swiftly and surely as she gathered her magic and began to set up the ritual space.

“Eat more. I got all these for you.” Ara looks at the lots of chicken before her in disbelief, before lifting her eyes to meet Eros' storming brown eyes. “For me!” She points to her chest while staring at him in disbelief. Eros folds his hands across his chest. And nods, with a sense of accomplishment. Ara looks down at the chickens again and mutters in a low voice. “So you were trying to kill me then.” Her words weren’t as low as she intended, and ended up being heard by everyone in the room.

Her eyes blazed with that ruthless devotion — Riri. Aria's laughter rippled through the gloom, gentle and amused. "You're beautiful, creature. Almost like my sister Rara… those same haunting eyes — your deep purple eyes and sister Rara's violet - blue eyes — both mesmerizing." Her fingers traced the slick, cold skin, tender and reverent. The serpent tightened her coils around Aria, deliberate, claiming. "Are you lonely? Want to come with me?" Aria whispered, voice trembling between affection and hunger.